The Rich Widow

Nadira and Juragan Bahri

Somewhere else.

Nadira was dragged by one of the tall men and had the face of the sangar to enter a very luxurious residence. Nadira continued to rebel and tried to break away. However, the rogue man would not let Nadira just escape from his grip.

"Take me off!" shouting Nadira.

"Shut up! Or I'll stuff your mouth!" firmly the sangar man with bulging eyes looked at Nadira.

"Already, don't be rude. Poor's him." There was the voice of Juragan Bahri who was waiting for the arrival of Nadira in one of the favorite rooms of the man's pond.

Nadira stopped the action then looked at Juragan Bahri who was now smiling at him.

"You?" Suddenly Nadira only realized that the Bahri boss was a man who had tried to seduce him some time ago.

"Well, it turns out your memory is very good, Nadira." The big man stood up from his seat and approached Nadira.

"My name is Juragan Bahri. Just call Ayang Bahri," he continued. He reached out to Nadira while smiling mischievously.

Nadira did not want to welcome the old man's hand. Especially after seeing his naughty smile that made Nadira even more uncomfortable.

"Heh, don't sell expensive. Did you not see the Juragan extending his hand before you" one of the Bahri jurists harshly told Nadira.

"Oh, it's okay. Maybe he's still shy" Juragan Bahri said as he returned to his seat.

The man pointed towards the empty sofa that was in front of him with the intention of having Nadira sit there. However, because Nadira did not move in the slightest from his position, the man again forced and pushed the tiny body of Nadira to sit on the sofa.

"You must know why my men brought you here, right, Nadira?" The fat man re-opened his voice while staring at the beautiful face of Nadira.

"Actually you can talk about it carefully with Mas Arman about the debts, Juragan Bahri. Without having to do violence, let alone kidnap me by force like this," Nadira replied with a stern face.

Juragan Bahri laughed out loud after hearing Nadira's words just now.

"Talking about it well? Oh my goodness, Nadira. I'm not as bad as you think. I did talk about it well to your husband. Unfortunately, the answer was disappointing. He has absolutely no good faith to pay off his debts. So inevitably, I have to do it violently" said Juragan Bahri.

It is not that easy for Nadira to trust the words of Juragan Bahri. He was sure that Arman was not what the man had said.

"I know my husband very well, Juragan Bahri. Mas Arman is unlikely to do the thing you accuse him of," said Nadira steady.

Juragan Bahri laughed cynically. "It's up to you to believe it or not, Nadira is beautiful. The important thing is that I have told you the truth" continued Juragan Bahri.

"Hey, you! Take this woman to her room!" father Bahri's decree to his two loyal men was always on the old man's side.

"Okay, Juragan!" answer them simultaneously.

"But, remember. Don't treat him harshly. She is a beautiful and gentle woman and should be treated with gentleness as well" continued Juragan Bahri while winking at Nadira.

Nadira rolled his eyeballs. It was really sick of seeing the strange action of the old man. Suddenly the two sangar men came back and now held both hands tightly until Nadira had difficulty moving.

"Take me off, sir. Let me go home!" said Nadira who again tried to rebel.

Both men looked indifferent. They did not care at all about the uncomfortable-looking Nadira. Upon arriving in a room, they also encourage the tiny body of Nadira to enter the room.

"I don't want to! Release me!" yell Nadira again.

"If you don't want your husband and baby girl to say anything, shut up and follow our orders! Understood?"

Sangar's face was fixed to the eyes of Nadira with a serious face and it managed to make Nadira's guts slightly shrivel. Nadira, who had been screaming and muttering, was suddenly silent after hearing the threat from the man.

The man immediately closed the door of the room and locked it from the outside. After that, they immediately returned to meet the master.

After the two men died.

Nadira looked around the room with a sad look. A large room with full facilities. There is a luxurious sultan-style bed, bathroom, AC, large-sized television and other items.

Despite that, Nadira still seemed uncomfortable in the room. His mind remained fixed on Arman and Amara who were now somehow doing it.

Nadira sat down and leaned against the wall of the room, right next to the door while hugging her knees. He sobbed there while continuing to call upon the names of Arman and Amara.

Meanwhile.

"Sign this, Arman!" Mrs Ira threw in a file containing various statements and agreements for Arman to sign. The file lay on the table and was immediately grabbed by the man.

Arman read the contents of the file that had just been typed by Mrs Ira carefully.

"Do I have to sign this letter of agreement, Madam?" Arman stared at the woman before him.

"Yes, of course, Arman. I've been deceived and I don't want to go back into the same hole" said Mrs Ira.

Arman breathed a heavy breath. "I kind of came out of the tiger's mouth and now I'm going into the crocodile's mouth" muttered Arman, staring sadly at the letter of agreement still in his hand.

"I'm sorry, Arman. Actually I didn't mean to get you bound by that letter of agreement. But I had to do it. I don't want you to leave me after you've achieved your wish" interrupted Madame Ira with a slanted smile looking at Arman.

"At the same time I'm not taking any advantage of you. On the contrary, you will get pleasure and luxury from me without having to tire of slamming bones" he continued.

Arman also looked resigned. He grabbed a pen lying on the table and signed the contract stamped. Madam Ira again grinned to see that. He was so happy because he managed to get the figure of Arman without difficulty.

"Here, Madam."

Arman handed the letter of agreement he had signed to Mrs Ira and was immediately greeted by the woman with great enthusiasm. He smiled again with satisfaction after seeing Arman's signature on the file.

"good. Now all we have to think about is our wedding plans. I want our wedding to be very good. Well, you agree, don't you, honey?"

Arman nodded. "I'll just say, Madam."

"Ish, don't call me madam again dong, Arman. Call me sweetheart ...."

Without feeling shy, Madam Ira hugged Arman and kissed her face without caring about Amara who was still looking at her with a look of wonder.

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Please excuse the new Author can update. Some days Author's hands like numbness and cramping so can not hold hape for long. 🙏🙏🙏