The Rich Widow

The Second Visit

Nadira was silent in the room while staring at Arman who had left. He wondered why Arman was more sensitive than usual.

"Mom. Mother why?" ask Amara while pulling the hand of Nadira who is still daydreaming.

"Ah, I'm fine, honey. Sinih, let me put up the earrings," said Nadira while smiling wryly.

A few minutes later.

Nadira returns to meet Arman in the room. It turned out that the man was already squawking on their shabby bed while playing his phone. Nadira again tried to smile and sat down next to the man.

"Mas." Nadira stroked the thigh of Arman who was beside her.

"Hmmm," he replied with a murmur. His eyes continued to focus on the phone screen and did not turn to his wife in the least.

"Did you not see anything different from me today?" nadira asked with a embarrassed face.

Arman stops the action (playing the posel). He then turned his head towards Nadira while linking his eyebrows together.

"Ehm, I don't know what you mean. I think you're still the same as always. What are you, Nadira?" ask Arman.

Nadira breathed heavily. He looked disappointed after hearing Arman's reply. It turned out that Arman was completely unaware that today Nadira looks a little different. He deliberately dressed pretty to welcome the arrival of Arman. However, unfortunately, the husband was not even aware of the little thing he had done.

"It's nothing, Mum. Actually I just wanted to take you to dinner together. I've cooked a lot today and I'm also your favorite dish" Nadira replied with a small smile looking at Arman.

Arman smiled bitterly. He scratched his head that was not itchy. "Ehm, Nadira. Ii'm sorry. I ate before I got back here. Madam Ira took me to breakfast together and I couldn't feel good about refusing her request."

For the umpteenth time Nadira had to swallow the disappointment pill. He was disappointed for the second time today. However, the woman still tried to sing a smile on her beautiful face.

"Ehm, Mas Arman. You don't feel good about resisting your employer's wishes, but you unreservedly reject my wishes" Nadira muttered inwardly with a wry smile.

"All right then. Then what about the food I've cooked?" ask Nadira.

"Ehm, just share it with the neighbors next door and it does not need to be stored anymore" he replied without burden.

Nadira could only breathe out a long breath. "All right, Mum."

Nadira rose from his position and walked straight to the kitchen. Arman continued his previous activities. Fiddling with his favorite flat object.

"If I had known Mas Arman's answer would have been like that, maybe I wouldn't have welcomed his arrival with this much enthusiasm" Nadira murmured.

Upon arrival in the kitchen, Nadira immediately packed the food he had arranged on the table into small bowls to be distributed to the neighbors next door.

After he finished packing the food, he rushed to share it. His neighbors were so enthusiastic to welcome Nadira's gift. Although there are still some people who seem reluctant to accept it because they know that the Nadira family has been living with all its shortcomings.

Evening is approaching.

After putting Amara to sleep, Nadira also tried to approach Arman. She began to tease her husband with a pretty bold appearance. Only wear braa and dallam pants.

"Mas, do you miss me?" nadira asked with a spoiled smile.

Arman glanced at Nadira who looked so sexy and voluptuous. However, Arman was not interested in it at all. He is still buzzing about his great romance with Mrs Ira these few days. Arman is still unable to touch Nadira because the guilt still controls his heart and mind.

"You're so beautiful, Nadira. But I'm sorry, I haven't been able to touch you tonight because my whole body still hurts. Maybe tomorrow I have to go to the masseuse so that my body can get back fit" said Arman with a wry smile.

"Yes, stop. I'd better get some sleep" Nadira said as she grabbed her negligee shirt again.

"I'm sorry. You're not angry, are you?" Arman tries to persuade Nadira. He did not want his wife to be angry with him.

After wearing his negligee, Nadira immediately poured himself beside Amara. He hugged the beautiful boy in the back position of Arman.

"I'm sorry, Dir." Arman gently stroked the top of Nadira's head and let the woman dissolve inside his dream.

Next day.

"Dira, I'm leaving first, yeah! Mrs Ira had a need this morning and I had to drive her to her jewelry store" Arman said in a hurry.

"Loh, Mum! No breakfast yet?"

"No need, Dir. I'll buy breakfast at the roadside stalls" he replied as he passed by. Even Amara who had stretched out her arms was not cared for by the man.

Nadira bent her face in annoyance. Again Arman refused his offer for the sake of a Lady of Ira.

"Really annoying! This is the umpteenth time that Mas Arman has refused to eat with me. He only concerned Mrs Ira, Mrs Ira and Mrs Ira again!" nadira's grumbling in the room.

After Arman's death, Nadira continued her morning activities as usual even without Arman by her side.

"Leave the laundry dry, after that I can relax with Amara," muttered Nadira after all her work was done.

Nadira carried a basket containing half-dry clothes that he would dry in the front yard of his simple house. Little Amara followed him from behind.

When he was busy drying his clothes, he suddenly saw the figure of Bu Ningsih who was passing through his yard with a appearance that looked so different.

As a good daughter-in-law, Nadira rushed to give up her job and approached her mother-in-law.

"Where are you going?" nadira asked with a warm smile.

"Eh, you, Dir! I'm going to Bu Yanti's house. I haven't seen her in a long time" said Ms. Ningsih, shaking her hand in front of Nadira.

He deliberately showed her a bracelet and a gold ring that Mrs Ira had given her some time ago. However, Nadira was not interested in it at all.

"Oh yes, already. Then excuse me, Mom. Want to continue drying clothes," said Nadira with a warm smile.

"Hmmm, why aren't you interested in what I'm wearing right now, Nadira? Had you known who bought it, you would have been very, very angry" muttered Bu Ningsih with a faint smile.

Nadira also continued his work that was delayed, as well as Bu Ningsih. He continued his journey towards Bu Yanti's residence. One of his friends and fellow artists.

"Eh, it's Nadira! It seems like he is alone again," Laras suddenly muttered as he watched Nadira who was drying clothes in his yard. He also looked around and there were no Arman motorcycles parked there.

"This is my chance! I have to say that to Nadira! Must," he murmured again while accelerating the pace of his electric bike to the front yard of Nadira's modest home.

Arriving at that place.

"Loh, Madam Laras. What's up, Ma'am? Tumben early in the morning has visited here," seduced Nadira while laughing softly.

"Dir, I want to say something I wanted to say yesterday. I hope you are ready to listen to him" said Laras with a sad face staring at Nadira.

Suddenly the sweet smile disappeared in an instant from the beautiful face of Nadira. Now he began to seriously respond to Baras' remarks.

"What's really going on, Mother? Don't worry me" said Nadira.

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