Not a Common Widow (Status Only)

Not a Common Widow (Status Only)
What's Wrong with Being a Widow?



"Not just a waiter, she's also the widow of the actor" Bela said.


"Why do you always insult Syafira? is it her fault, are you two the same?" ask the angry Arman.


"Fira is not as bad as you think" said Dinda.


"You guys are why? just so you know, she's a cheap lady!" sela Saras rises, to make people pay attention. Saras and Bela are sent a photo by Ratih when Fira hugs Doni, and when Reyhan helps release the seat belt.


"Enough, Mother is not that good," Felix snapped angrily.


"You see! His son has no manners. Poor widow."


"You hear! This woman is trying to seduce my future husband, she's the widow of the actor" Bela said high.


"I'm not your future husband, Bela? she's my future wife, so she never teased me" Rey said.


"Reyhan, do you realize she's a widow, she's a cheap widow!" saut Saras


Fira breathed out violently. He tried to hold back the emotions so as not to let go.


"I know she's a widow, but she's not cheap, Grandma!" answer Rey.


"Look, Grandma! The poor widow had poisoned Reyhan's mind. What has he given you? even if he doesn't have his body, does he give his body to you?" the fierce martial arts.


Plaque... "I'm not that low as Arabela Mahendra!" Fira stared intently at Bela and accidentally Fira mentioned Bela's full name.


"Hey...! How dare you slap my grandson's future wife!" Saras stood up from his seat and pushed Fira hard, causing Fira to fall.


Saras doused Fira's face with juice on his desk. Fira closed her eyes, still trying to contain the anger. Everyone was shocked by what happened.


"Mother!" scream Felix down from Rey's lap and immediately hug Fira.


"Mother! You're outrageous!" snapped Arman stood up to Fira.


"Miss, I told you my future wife is Syafira not Bela!" Reyhan also stood up to prevent Saras from doing anything unexpected again. Bela smiled cynically, she felt satisfied for what happened to Fira.


"Grandma doesn't want to have a poor widow's daughter-in-law like her, she doesn't deserve you, Reyhan! She's cheap, she's matre, she's a poor widow!" Saras had kept Fira a cheap poor widow without knowing who the real Syafira was.


The atmosphere was getting heated up, many people were sneering at Fira. They whispered to each other, saying that Fira was just a poor widow's servant trying to tease the son of the richest toy store owner in town.


Fira looked up at Saras. "What's wrong if I'm a widow?" ask Fira who is already furious. Then he got up and stood before Saras. "Do you think I want to be a widow? Do you think all women want to be widows? Nah! we don't want to be widows! No one wants to!" fira said firmly and loudly. His eyes glared sharply, he was fed up with Saras's behavior.


"What does the madam realize if the mistress herself is a widow in staying dead! Then what if I'm a widow, huh?"


"Shayefira!" Sela Reyhan is a little dislike.


"Why? you want to be mad, Reyhan? is it true that your grandmother is a widow? then why do they insult widows as if they were the truest?"


"Conscious! Open your minds! Never judge a widow! And you're Bela," pointed Fira at bela with a piercing look. "You used to say I was an actor? where's proof? prove that I am an actor! Don't you ever speak without proof of failed."


"I ask you again? what's wrong with being a widow?" shout Fira.


No one answered, all of them were silent to justify the words of Fira including Bela and Saras who chattered about Fira's speech.


"My answer is madam! What's wrong with being a widow while you're a widow?"


"There is nothing wrong with a poor widow, it is better to be a poor widow than to be an actor girl in order to be rich" said Bela's friend who felt guilty to follow Bela's direction.


"Right, you're right Miss Tiara. Better a poor widow's original widow than a wicked girl who justifies all kinds of ways to get what she wants." Timpal Fira while looking at Bela sharply. "Better widow than virgin widow."


Dinda smiled faintly, she was so satisfied to see Bela and Saras kicep. While others were silent listening to Fira's words. Bela felt insinuated, without realizing it he replied to Fira's words because he did not like being stared at directly by her.


"I'm not an actor, and I'm still a girl!" sela Bela in her opening.


Arman, Amel, Dinda, and Saras turned to Bela. They were quite surprised to hear Bela's words.


"I didn't say it was you! Why are you even angry Miss Bela? Do you feel?" telak Fira's.


Bela waver, he realized his words.


"Yes, that lady doesn't call yourself a liar, nor does she designate you as a widow-flavored girl! Why are you offended?" one of the visitors.


"Is it possible that the servant girl was right again." said another visitor. Those who were there followed it all. They seem to be quite intelligent in reading situations and the look on someone's face.


"I'm not what you said! I'm not an actor! He's the abuser, he's cheap!" point Bela right in Fira's face.


Fira smiled cynically, she already knew who Bela really was. It is not Shafira his name if he does not know someone close to him. "Only one that I find difficult to know the information, namely aunt Dita and om Dika."


"If you don't believe me I have proof." Bela took a mobile phone and saw the picture sent by Ratih. "Look! she's a cheap lady. He even did something indecent in the car.


Reyhan frowned, he felt that he recognized the photo and then he remembered. The instant his laughter broke, "Hahaha the person in the photo is myself, Bela. Then, what's wrong if I kiss my own future wife?"


Reyhan's parents glared in surprise, as did Amel and Saras. They know that Reyhan is not a person who likes to play sosor.


Fira rolled her eyeballs. "Hadeh, drama again." murmured his mind. "Whatever you say, now you're out of this cafe! Your presence is not necessary, Miss!" tell Fira firmly.


"You! You'll know the consequences if you deal with me!" snapped Bela.


"Please get out, or I'll report you to the police for my defamation!" threaten Fira firmly.


Angrily Bela left the cafe because she was embarrassed.


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