The Rich Widow

Pick up Nadira

"The Juragan! Juragan, sorry to interrupt!"

Just now that Juragan Bahri wanted to touch Nadira's smooth body, he was suddenly startled with an open door. His men were standing in front of him with their heads lowered to the floor.

"What's up, anyway! Just disturb," hardened Juragan Bahri with bulging eyes looked at the man.

"Outside is Arman, Juragan. It's not alone. The man came with some thugs" he replied.

"What! Damn you!" hardik Juragan Bahri while re-dressing his clothes. He and the man rushed out of the room and left Nadira there alone.

After locking the door to Nadira's room, the three of them immediately headed to the front yard of the house to meet Arman and Madam Ira as well as some thugs who were deliberately hired by the woman just in case.

After the death of Juragan Bahri, Nadira slowly rose from his position. After tidying up his negligee, Nadira sat on the edge of the bed while giving thanks.

"Thank you, God. Thank goodness Arman arrived on time. Otherwise, I would have been a Bahri Juragan meal!" Nadira again sobbed considering his fate which almost became the appetite gratification of Juragan Bahri.

Meanwhile.

With the hasty steps of Juragan Bahri and his two men towards the front yard and upon arrival there, it turns out true, Arman has been waiting for him with some thugs who are no less creepy than his two men.

Juragan Bahri smiled cynically. "What do you want, Arman? Do you think bringing these thugs with you will scare me? Heh, you're wrong!"

"Give me my wife, Juragan Bahri!" emphatically Arman.

"I will hand your wife back after you return all my money" replied Juragan Bahri steadily.

"Heh, old bangka! Here's your money and now give his wife back" said Mrs Ira, who has been standing next to Arman.

Juragan Bahri glanced at Madam Ira who looked so beautiful and sexy. He noticed the woman's appearance from head to toe. Juragan Bahri knew that the woman was no longer young. However, her appearance could still compete with those of the young ladies.

"Don't look at me like that, Old Bangka! Have you never seen a beautiful woman?" furious Mrs Ira.

Madam Ira threw some money wanted by Juragan Bahri in front of the man.

"This is your money, now where is Nadira!"

Juragan Bahri's men took the money and handed it to his employer. After counting the numbers, Juragan Bahri smiled with satisfaction.

"Total pas. It's okay I can't enjoy that woman's body. At least with this money I can ask several beautiful women at once to serve me. Right?" babylon Bahri.

"Yes, Juragan. You're right" replied his men.

"Now you pick up that woman!" the Juragan Bahri.

"Okay, Juragan!"

The man then left and left the place for the room where Nadira was still locked up by them. The arrival of the man again frightened Nadira.

"What do you want?" said Nadira while away from the rogue man.

"You want to go home or stay here, huh? Your husband is already waiting outside," replied the man harshly.

Nadira develops her smile. He did not expect that Arman really managed to save himself from the clutches of the Bahri Juragan. "Mas Arman" he murmured.

"Come on! Do you want to hang out there?" the man again grumbled.

Upon arriving there, Nadira's eyes immediately turned to the figure of Arman who also looked at him with a sad look. Nadira ran small towards Arman and was greeted by the man with a happy feeling.

"Mas Arman!" Nadira hugged Arman's body tightly and was reciprocated by the man with teary eyes.

"I'm sorry, Dira."

"Arman, we'd better get home. You don't want to deal with these leeches anymore?" chirped Madame Ira with a bent face staring at Arman and Nadira who was cool hugging to release the longing.

Arman and Nadira break their arms. Now Nadira's gaze was fixed on the rich woman who was standing before him with a sour face. Nadira tried to smile, but was ignored by the woman.

"Nadira, this is my new employer, Mrs Ira. But we'll talk later, we'd better go home now. Amara I left her before I got here and I'm sure she must have missed you a lot" Arman said as she grabbed Nadira's shoulder and led her along to Mrs Ira's car.

Madam Ira snorted in annoyance. He looked at Arman. He did not want Arman to be sweet to Nadira in front of his eyes. Arman understood. He immediately removed his hand from Nadira's shoulder and walked beside the woman.

In the car.

Arman sat at the wheel with Mrs Ira, while Nadira sat in the back.

"Nadira, what's your shirt?" asked Arman who had just realized that his wife's shabby negligee shirt had a considerable tear on his shoulder.

Nadira stared sadly at the torn clothes. "Juragan Bahri almost raped me, Mas. Lucky Mas came and the depraved man did not do it" Nadira said with a sad face.

"Yes, God! That man is absolutely outrageous!" angry Arman while hitting the car driver.

"Already, Arman. The important thing is that everything is safe and nothing happens to your wife" said Mrs Ira while gently stroking Arman's shoulder.

Nadira witnessed it and he felt something strange. However, that feeling soon he tepis. Nadira did not want to be bad. However, far from the bottom of his heart, he felt suspicious of the woman.

Now they arrive at Nadira and Arman's modest residence. Nadira immediately got out of the car, while Arman still wanted to continue his journey. Deliver Mrs Ira and then pick up Amara who is still entrusted with her mother.

"You rest first. Let me drive Mrs Ira back to her house and pick up Amara at Mom's house" Arman said as he stared fixedly at Nadira who was standing next to the car.

Nadira nodded slowly. "alright. But don't be long, Mom. I'm still scared" said Nadira.

"Ck!" Madam Ira was upset. "They wouldn't dare mess with you, Nadira. After all, they had the money they wanted. So, you are no longer useful to them" interrupted Madam Ira while throwing her face when Nadira looked at her.

Arman exhaled heavily then nodded slowly. "Now go in and lock the door. I promise it won't be long" said Arman.

"Good, Mas."

Nadira immediately entered and locked the door of his house, just as Arman ordered. Arman continued his journey.

On travel.

Madam Ira grabbed Arman's hand and hugged him tightly. He also rested his head on the man's shoulders.

"Darling, don't ever be sweet to Nadira in front of me again. I'm jealous! Behind me, it's up to you. As long as I don't see it. Youunderstand?"

Arman breathed a heavy breath. "Good."

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