The Rich Widow

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The three men immediately headed for the best jewelry store in the city. There, Arman managed to get earrings and rings for Nadira.

He was so happy because his greatest wish had finally been achieved. Replacing wedding rings owned by Nadira that he has sold to meet the needs of their household.

"Thank you very much. I don't know what else to say to you, Ra."

Madam Ira smiled widely. "No problem, Mom. The important thing is that you are happy and always remember your duties as my husband" he replied so spoiledly.

While Mrs Ira paid Arman's groceries to the cashier, Ms. Ningsih rushed over to her son with a big smile.

"That's lucky for your fate, Arman! Who would have thought God brought Lady Ira to you when you were in trouble! Look, even Mom got her splashes. Your fate with Nadira and Mrs Ira is completely inversely proportional. If Nadira always brings trouble to you, while Madam Ira always gives all that luck to you" said Bu Ningsih proudly.

"Not like that either, Mom! Do you know, my marriage to Mrs Ira was only on the basis of revenge. And Nadira, Nadira is not a woman who has always been a carrier of distress for me. It's just that our domestic life is currently being tested. That's it," replied Arman. Trying to dodge Ms. Ningsih's words.

"Hmmm, it's the same for me. Try to imagine if if you did not meet with Mrs Ira, maybe until now you and Nadira lived a long time without knowing the direction" continued Bu Ningsih.

"Easy, Mom. Don't talk about it anymore." Arman had started to be uncomfortable with his conversation with Bu Ningsih who seemed to continue to blame Nadira.

"That's the truth, really." Bu Ningsih bent her face slightly annoyed.

Right at that moment Mrs Ira came to them. He just finished paying for Arman's groceries. The woman smiled and hugged Arman's arm.

"Are you hungry?" tanyakanya.

"Yes, Son. Mom is hungry. Arman must be hungry too. Isn't that right, Arman?" connect Bu Ningsih.

"Yes, I also feel very hungry after our trip this time. We'd better find a place to eat now," Madame Ira asked as she slowly pulled Arman's hand.

"Yes, okay."

The three men immediately left the jewelry store. As before, Mrs Ira was still holding Arman's friendly hand. Yes, like newlyweds in general, they are not ashamed to indulge in public affection.

In a building store located opposite the jewelry store. A man looked at the three men very closely.

"Isn't that Mas Arman and Bu Ningsih? Then ... who is the woman who is holding a friendly hand Mas Arman?" he muttered with eyebrows that were clinging to each other.

For a long time the man watched Arman, Madam Ira and Bu Ningsih without blinking a single blink, until he suddenly recalled his phone.

"Missile! Where's cellphone! I wanted to capture this moment as proof that my vision was not wrong" he muttered, monologuing himself.

After successfully finding the flat object, he immediately captured the moments with his cellphone camera.

"Hmmm, great!" he murmured again, having managed to get some photos of the three people together.

"Woy! What the hell are you doing? Come on, let's go!"

The words of his co-worker surprised him. The man nodded slowly then rushed to run the pick up car they were currently riding in.

"So I saw one of my neighbors walking around with another woman. Though his wife and son were waiting for his arrival at home" said the man.

His co-worker laughed softly. "It's a big city, Bud. Anything can happen here" he replied.

"Yes, you're right."

It didn't feel like the afternoon was coming.

The man named Budi returned home after completing his work as a deliveryman in a brick making factory.

"Mas is home?" ask the wife who welcomed his arrival with a warm smile.

"Ehm, Baras ...."

"Yes?"

"Last afternoon I accidentally saw Mas Arman in the city. He was with Bu Ningsih and also a woman I didn't know. Mas Arman and the woman look so friendly. Is that woman his wife?" said Budi while dropping his tired body on the sofa.

Barrel smiled wryly. "Ish, Mas Budi. How do you talk like that, anyway? Let's not say Mas Budi misunderstood again," said Laras, trying to dismiss his bad prejudice against Arman.

"No, Laras. I'm not lying! I even had time to photograph their intimacy in that place because I know you will certainly never believe my words," said Budi.

"Ah, it could be the new boss mas Arman. Nadira told me he said that Arman was indeed on duty in the city to accompany his new boss there," replied Laras, still trying to be prejudiced.

"Ish, we are!" Be a little upset. "Where is the same boss so friendly. Take a look at these photos, is this what you mean by the relationship between the boss and his men?"

Budi grabbed his favorite phone and then showed it in front of Laras. The curious barrel rushed to take Budi's cell phone and watched the photos carefully.

"Yes, God!" squealing Barrel with perfectly rounded eyes. She could not believe that what her husband had just said was true.

"Well, now you see, right? Is it appropriate for their relationship to be referred to as an employee's relationship with his boss? There he is, his new husband and wife. Or maybe his new girlfriend" said Budi.

"Cock, can, huh? Even Bu Ningsih also looks comfortable to see Arman and the woman appear friendly in public," murmured Laras, inexhaustible.

"Pity, Nadira. He came here this morning to borrow my phone. He said he and Amara miss Arman," continued Laras with a sad face.

"You better tell the real Nadira, Laras. If allowed to drag on, there is Arman increasingly crunched and become-so," said Budi, trying to give advice to Laras.

Laras glanced at Budi with a sad face. "I can't bear it, Mas. Nadira would have been devastated if he knew how Arman behaved out there. Anyway I'm confused how to tell Nadira about this" said Laras.

"Yes, just tell me the truth that Arman is playing fun behind him. Now or later, Nadira will know. If only Arman kept the carcass would be smelly as well as the stench," explained Budi.

The barrel takes a deep breath and then exhales it again. "Well, I'll definitely tell Nadira about this. Let him know what kind of man Arman mas really is," said Laras.

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