The Rich Widow

The Luxury Residence of Mrs Ira

"Welcome, Mother. Let's go in," invited Mrs Ira who so warmly welcomed the arrival of her future father-in-law.

"Oh my goodness, son Ira. Your house is very nice," muttered Bu Ningsih who was so amazed to see the luxury and grandeur of the building he now visited.

Madam Ira smiled faintly. "Of course, Mom. Soon this house will be the residence of Mas Arman. That means you can visit or stay here whenever you want," replied Mrs Ira who managed to make Ms. Ningsih more impressed with him.

"Well, is that really it?" Ms. Ningsih with perfectly rounded eyes.

"Yes, Mom. Is that right, Mas Arman?" Madam Ira glanced at Arman who had been silent since then while stepping behind her.

Arman nodded slowly. "Yes, Mom."

"Mother is very happy," replied Bu Ningsih with a cramped face.

"Tomorrow we'll go, ma'am. So for tonight I can sleep in the guest room. Come here, let me show you where Mother's room is," said Mrs Ira as she led Ms. Ningsih to the guest room she was going to occupy.

Arman flopped down on the sofa of the main room with fixed gazes on Bu Ningsih and Madame Ira who were now walking towards the guest room. He exhaled heavily then massaged his temple which felt throbbing.

"I'm sorry Nadira lied to you. Even my mother was involved in this lie. If the trials in our lives were not this complicated, maybe I would never have done this" Arman murmured.

Meanwhile.

Madam Ira and Bu Ningsih had already arrived at the room that was to be occupied by Bu Ningsih. Madam Ira opened the door of the room and invited Ms. Ningsih to enter.

"Come, Mom. Now I can rest in this room. How's the room, I like it?" ask Mrs Ira.

"Yes, Son Ira. I like her very much" Ms. Ningsih replied with such a frenzy.

"Oh thank goodness then. Please rest, if you need something do not hesitate to talk to me," said Mrs Ira later.

"Oh, of course, Son Ira. Thank you very much, you are indeed the best daughter-in-law candidate Mother" replied Ms. Ningsih.

Madam Ira said goodbye soon. He walked to the door of the room. The woman glanced back at Bu Ningsih and then turned her eyeballs around. While Bu Ningsih himself did not realize it. He was busy looking around the room while amazed.

"Geez, this room is so comfortable. Unlike my room which if the hot weather makes stuffy, if the cold weather is already like being in the refrigerator. Hmmm, if it's adem here once. I felt at home for a long time, too" muttered Bu Ningsih with a big smile.

The middle-aged woman dropped herself on the soft mattress inside the room. His eyes continued to sweep the entire room with a white nuance while smiling widely.

"Look, my eyes so sleepy to make," continued Bu Ningsih.

While he was still admiring the room he was in, his cell phone suddenly shook. He grabbed the phone and noticed who was contacting him.

"Ririn! Ah, what a coincidence!" pekik Bu Ningsih's.

Ms. Ningsih immediately received a call from her first child. He put his phone next to his ear and greeted the woman.

"Rin!"

"How's Mom doing?" tanya Ririn - Arman's older sister who works as a TKW overseas.

"Good, Rin. It just so happens that you called Mom. There's something I want to talk about. But for a minute, watch this! Where are you, huh?"

Ms. Ningsih switched their call to a video call. He showed the room to his daughter with a proud smile.

"Ish, which hotel? Why do you check in at all hotels?"

"Trus, where?"

"Mother was at the home of his future wife Arman. The day after tomorrow they will hold a luxurious wedding reception at the famous star-rated hotel in our city. So, waiting for that day, I was invited to stay at her residence," explained Bu Ningsih proudly.

"What's? Arman's future wife? So I mean, Arman is getting married again? And what about Nadira?" ririn screeched with perfectly rounded eyes.

"Yes, Arman is getting married. Nadira does not know because this marriage will be kept secret" said Bu Ningsih.

"But why is that, Mom? Don't you feel sorry for Nadira? My God, I suddenly thought of my own fate, Mom. Where I was betrayed by my husband," said Ririn with a sad face.

Bu Ningsih let out a rough breath. "Arman did not betray Nadira. All this he had to do to meet the needs of his family. After all, Arman's future wife is a wealthy widow, Rin. She was even willing to bear the needs of Nadira and Amara, as long as Arman became her husband. Hayo, isn't it good what he tried?" chirps Bu Ningsih.

Ririn scratched her non-itchy head. "Why are you telling me now?"

"You didn't call Mom. You know for yourself, I don't want to disturb your work there, fear your employer is angry" said Ms. Ningsih again.

"Yes already then. Congratulations to Arman, let their marriage last. Oh yeah, say hello to Arman, ma'am."

"Yes, I'll tell you."

After Ririn disconnected her call, Bu Ningsih immediately continued her rest.

Meanwhile.

Madam Ira arrived at the main hall. He sat next to Arman who had been silent for a while.

"Already, Mas. What are you really worried about? You can still see Nadira and Amara as usual after we get married. Your needs, I assure you, and I didn't ask you to divorce Nadira, did I?" chirp Madame Ira while stroking Arman's shoulder.

"Yes, I know, Madam. But—"

Arman's speech was held back when Mrs Ira's index finger touched her sensual lips.

"Don't call me Madam again, Mas. I will soon be your wife. Call me dear or whatever, but don't call me madam."

Arman breathed a heavy breath. "I'm sorry, honey. I forgot," replied Arman.

"Here you go, don't be sad anymore, Mom. Remember that! I don't want on our special day, your face still looks like this. All my friends, friends and colleagues were present. So don't embarrass me that day" said Mrs Ira.

"Alright," replied Arman seemingly resignedly.

Madame Ira put her head on Arman's shoulder. "Tonight Mas Arman has to sleep with me."

"But we're not legal husband and wife yet, honey. Can't we just sleep together after marriage? For tonight I can sleep on the couch, that's okay" Arman subtly refused.

"Can't! Anyway tonight you should sleep with me. Point!" resolutely Mrs Ira again.

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