The Rich Widow

One Day Before H

"Stop, Madam! My decision is unanimous. I won't do it until we're legally husband and wife. If you can't accept it, you can ask me to sleep outside" Arman said.

Madam Ira stopped her action. He fell silent with a sharp look at Arman. The woman immediately pulled her hand from inside Arman's pants and exhaled a rough breath.

"All right then. We'll do it after marriage. Now, sleep. I don't want to argue anymore" said Mrs Ira and then put her body back on the soft mattress.

Arman nodded slowly. "Thank you for understanding, ma'am."

"Here!" Madam Ira patted the empty pillow that was beside her. "Lay beside me."

Again Arman nodded and then laid himself beside Madam Ira with a supine position. Madam Ira tilted her body towards Arman and hugged him tightly.

"I love you so much, Mom. Very!" whispered while gently stroking the chest of Arman's field.

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Next day.

After finishing breakfast together, Arman, Madame Ira and Ms. Ningsih immediately left for city X, where their wedding will be held. Ms. Ningsih seemed so enthusiastic, especially Lady Ira who would be the bride on that special day.

Only Arman seemed uninspired. His gaze was blank and there was no passion in the soul of the man. Arman seemed resigned to the fate he would face later.

A few moments later, they arrived in front of hotel X which will be the venue for their special event. The arrival of Mrs Ira and Arman at that place, was welcomed so warmly.

Bu Ningsih did not waste the opportunity. He grabbed his 'potato' phone and then immortalized everything he thought was interesting through the camera phone.

Madam Ira noticed Bu Ningsih's attitude back then and deep down, she felt ashamed. He did not like the attitude of Bu Ningsih that looks kampungan.

"Mom, you better stop that. Everyone was watching Mom. You don't want to be considered a village by them?" said Mrs Ira half-whispering to Ms. Ningsih who was busy capturing the place with her cellphone camera.

Bu Ningsih stopped his action then looked around the place. There were some people who were watching him. Bu Ningsih then kept his butut phone back while smiling wryly.

"It's not allowed, is it?" ask Bu Ningsih then.

"It's not okay, Mom. It's just that I'm afraid that later they think Mom's a village. I don't want to say 'are they the same village?" answer Mrs Ira.

Bu Ningsih nodded slowly. "Yes, okay. Forgive me," replied Ms. Ningsih.

Arman approached Bu Ningsih and grabbed the woman's shoulder. He led the middle-aged woman into an elevator. The elevator will take them to the room they will occupy. Two VIP rooms were hired by Mrs Ira for them. One for him with Arman and one for Bu Ningsih.

"This is Mom's room and this is my room with Mas Arman." Madam Ira handed over a card-shaped room key to Ms. Ningsih.

Ms. Ningsih immediately greeted him. However, he was confused on how to use the object. He watched the thing with his eyebrows clinging to each other.

"How do I use it?" mummified Bu Ningsih.

"Owalahhh .. like that, anyway." Ms. Ningsih laughed softly. "I'm sorry for your mother who is this village" he continued.

Arman smiled wryly. "If you need anything, just call me, Mom. Just knock on our room door" said Arman.

Madame Ira who has been 'badmood' since, touched Arman's arm violently. His face bent and he looked displeased as Arman offered help to the middle-aged woman.

"Alright, Mom! Just call the hotel clerk, what is the difficulty? What do you want, just say!"

Arman breathed a rough breath. "Honey, if it's only a small help, there's no need to call them. I'm gonna be here. After all, our room and Mother's room are very close."

"Ah, whatever! I'm already tired. I want to rest" said Mrs Ira who rushed into her room.

Now only Arman and Bu Ningsih are still standing in front of the door of the hotel room with different facial expressions.

Bu Ningsih gently stroked Arman's shoulder. "It's okay, Arman. What Nak Ira said was true. If there's anything, I'll just call the hotel clerk."

Arman smiled bitterly. "I'm sorry, Mother."

"Yes, it's in! Maybe right now his mind is in a mess and he needs your support, Arman. I understand, it's not easy to take care of things alone like Mrs Ira," said Ms. Ningsih.

Arman nodded his head. "All right, I'm in first, ma'am."

Arman rushed in, following Madam Ira who was waiting for him in the luxurious room. So did Ms. Ningsih. The middle-aged woman immediately entered the room that Madam Ira had reserved for her.

In the room.

"Are you angry with my mother?" asked Arman while sitting on the edge of the bed. Right next to Madam Ira who was leaning on the bed back with a bent face.

Madam Ira snorted in annoyance. "I'm not angry. I'm just embarrassed by your mother's attitude that looks like that, Mas. Just look at how people are looking at him! While they know me as a socialite, who always gathers with my friends in this place."

Arman breathed heavily. "We are from the village. So, it's only natural that our attitude looks tacky in your eyes. We only know about the fields and the fields. While a place like this is such a special place for us," Arman explained as he stared fixedly at Madame Ira's face.

Madam Ira threw away her face. "That's it, I don't want to talk about it. I'm tired and want to rest for a while." Madam Ira threw herself in a position to turn her back on Arman.

Again Arman breathed heavily. "If you love me, then try to love my parents too."

Mrs Ira did not comment on Arman's remarks. She closed her eyes tightly and acted as if she had not heard the words spoken by her future husband.

Feeling unmoved by Mrs Ira, Arman rushed up from his seat and walked to the balcony door. The man came out and now stands on the edge of the hotel balcony railing while looking at the beautiful scenery out there.

Not to forget, Arman also grabbed a cigarette and a lighter from his pants pocket. "Nadira, I miss you .." he muttered as he exhaled the smoke from the cigarette.

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