I'm Your Widow Duda

PAID WOMAN?

Sita blinked her eyes, when she heard the sobs of someone who was very close to her.

"Sheila! Don't go, honey!"

Sita turned to the side where there was Robert whose eyes were still closed but the man was seen crying and calling out a name.

"Sheila!" Call Robert again in his sleep.

Who's Sheila?

Ah, but that's none of Sita's business.

Sita was about to remove the blanket when she realized that she and Robert were sleeping next to each other and without wearing a single shirt.

Whahuh?

Sita was stunned for a while, and then the shadow of her being at the club last night flashed back in Sita's mind.

Ah, yes!

Robert saved Sita last night from that old, striped-nose man. But it turns out...

Sita looked back at Robert who was still lying on his stomach beside her. The man was still crying in his sleep, as if there was a heavy burden he was carrying.

"Yahuuk!"

Robert coughed and Sita hurriedly turned to turn her back to the man. Sita closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep when Robert coughed again and seemed to have woken up.

"Sita!" Call Robert in a hoarse voice. Robert's head was pounding because of the effects of the alcohol he had last night. Robert also felt his pillow wet with tears.

The man rubbed his own face repeatedly. Robert must have cried again in his sleep because he had a dream about Sheila.

"Sita, are you awake?" Robert asked as he rubbed a glimpse of Sita's plain back.

"Yes!" Sita answered without turning or looking at Robert.

"Sorry about last night. But I think someone has given you medicine" said Robert, half-sitting and leaning on the headboard. Robert grabbed his watch on the nightstand to see what time it was.

"You're wearing a safety guard, right?" Sita asked to make sure she was still turning her back on Robert.

"Geez!" Robert patted his own forehead because usually when he was with Sheila he never used safety.

"I don't have any security, but I'd be responsible if-"

"I wear!" Sita had already cut quickly and the woman finally turned around and looked at Robert.

"So don't worry!" Said Sita again trying to review the smile.

"I'm really sorry" said Robert staring guiltily at Sita.

"No! I should be the one to thank you for saving me from that striped-nose guy last night" Sita replied with a chuckle.

"Can I use the bathroom first? I have to get to the hospital, "Sita's next permission is on Robert who is still leaning on the headboard.

"Yes! Please!" Robert replied, nodding.

"I need the blanket because of my shirt-" Sita circulated her gaze throughout the room in search of her clothes. The black dress lacking material that Sita wore was still lying near the sofa.

"Just wear the blanket!" Robert took one pillow to cover the most intimate part of his body that Sita might not want to see.

"Sorry!" Sita said as she pulled the blanket quickly and wrapped it into her innocent body. Sita did not dare to look at Robert again and the woman chose to go straight into the bathroom. Robert grabbed his phone and contacted someone.

"I ordered clothes for you" said Robert, who had worn his pants while handing a paperbag to Sita.

"Thank you! Shouldn't have bothered." Sita felt sad but still received the paper bag extended by Robert.

"You're not going to get out of the hotel wearing that shirtless material, are you?" Robert chuckled and Sita laughed as well. Sita went back into the bath to replace her bathrobe with the clothes Robert bought. A short-sleeved shirt that is below the knee.

"I'm leaving right now." Sita grabbed her bag on the sofa, then folded her dress last night, then put it in a paperbag.

"I can ask for your mobile number and account number" Robert said as Sita walked to the door.

"Account number?" Sita frowned at Robert.

What does it mean Robert wants to pay Sita for what happened last night?

"Didn't you need money for Angga's grandfather's operation?" Robert clarifies.

"Yes, but-"

"Let me help. And this isn't a payment for what happened last night." Both Robert's index fingers bangingkutanda quotes.

"I don't think of you as that kind of woman, Sita!" Imbuh Robert convinced Sita.

"I really just want to help." Robert meant it again. The otu man had already thrust his phone towards Sita.

"Alright," Sita sighed and immediately received Robert's phone, then typed in her phone number.

"I'll send you my account number later" Sita said after swallowing a bitter lump in her throat

Although Robert did not consider Sita a paid woman, but still Sita felt that she had just sold herself for the medical expenses of Mr. Alwi.

"I wait," said Robert, calling Sita's number. Not long after, Sita's phone inside the bag rang loudly.

"That's my number," Robert told and Sita simply nodded.

"I go first" said Sota Achiseraya swinging her steps towards the door of the room.

"Sita!" Call Robert again and Sita turned back to Robert who was still laying on his chest.

"Yes!"

"I'm delivery! But I took a bath maybe ten minutes," said Robert who immediately answered Sita with a headband.

"I can go home by myself! And you look tired too." Refuse the subtle Sita.

"But-"

"It's okay! I can go home by myself, Robert! Good morning!" Pamit Sita who has opened the door knob, then out of the hotel room and immediately into the elevator. Sita rem*s her strap bag and doesn't stop bemoaning her stupidity for what happened to her last night.

Stupidhead!

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