The Rich Widow

Largest Telltale

"What's really going on, Mother? Don't worry me" said Nadira. "Does this have anything to do with me?"

The barrel nodded quickly. "Yes, Nadira. It has to do with you. More precisely with your domestic life," replied Laras.

"My house?" Nadira was worried. "Ehm, we'd better talk inside, ma'am. I don't want to sound to anyone else" he asked.

He grabbed an empty plastic basin lying on the ground and took it home. However, just a few steps he moved from his initial position, suddenly Laras again grabbed his hand.

"Mas Arman isn't home, is he?"

Nadira shook his head. "Nothing, Ma'am. Come in" he replied.

After hearing Nadira's reply, Laras hurried to follow the beautiful woman's steps into his simple residence.

"Sit, Ma'am. What do you want to drink? Let me make it" asked Nadira.

"Don't bother, Dir. Anyway I'm just for a minute," refused Laras.

Nadira sat not far from the position Laras was in then looked at the woman carefully. "What did you actually want to tell me?"

Barrel grabbed his phone from inside his pocket. He opened the photo storage folder and handed it to Nadira.

"Look at yourself, Nadira. I dare not explain at length. Fear of being wrong" said Laras.

Nadira grabbed the phone and then noticed a photo that was plastered there so seriously. Nadira's eyes looked round. He bit his lower lip which started to shake.

"Wasn't this Mas Arman?" he muttered while staring at Laras with teary eyes.

"Yes, Nadira. That's Mas Arman and your mother-in-law. Then, do you recognize who the woman Mas Arman was fond of?" ask the Backlight.

Nadira nodded slowly. "Yes, I know. This woman is my husband's new employer. Her name is Mrs Ira" Nadira said.

Nadira refocused on the flat object screen owned by Laras and noticed one by one photo Arman friendly with the woman aged.

"Where did you get these photos?" nadira asked, with a gaze that was still focused on the photos.

"Actually not me, Nadira. But Mas Budi. Mas Budi is the one who took the photos with his cellphone camera. A few days ago he accidentally saw Mas Arman, Bu Ningsih and that woman in town. Because Mas Arman's gelagat looks suspicious, so Mas Budi took their photos," explained Laras.

After being satisfied to see the photos, Nadira immediately returned them to Laras.

"I'm sorry, Nadira. I didn't mean to hurt your heart. This is all I do because I care about you. I care about your fate and that of Amara, too" Laras said again as he grabbed Nadira's hand and held it tightly.

"It's okay, Ma'am. On the contrary, I'm very happy that Ms. Laras told me" Nadira replied with teary eyes.

"Nadira, you should find out about this further so that you are not wrong in making a decision," said Laras, trying to remind Nadira.

"Yes, Mommy. I know that" he answered.

"Come here!" Baras spread his hands in front of Nadira and Nadira immediately embraced the woman while shedding tears.

"It's okay, Nadira. Cry, put all the weight on your heart" said Laras, gently stroking Nadira's back.

"Well, Ma'am. It is fitting that behind this I feel a bad feeling about Mas Arman. I felt that there was something that he was deliberately covering up from me," said Nadira as she sobbed.

"If it were true, what would you do, Nadira?"

"Come, Ma'am. All this time I never imagined I would be separated from Mas Arman. I thought he was different and made me believe that we would be together until the end of life" Nadira said in between sobs.

Nadira nodded slowly. "Yes, Mommy. Must be, at least for Amara."

After a few minutes later.

"I'll say yes, Nadira. Remember, do not dissolve in sadness! Amara still needs you very much" said Laras before he left Nadira's modest residence.

"Yes, Mommy. Thank you very much. Had Mbak not told me about this, maybe until now I would have continued to wonder why Mas Arman changed his attitude towards me" replied Nadira.

Laras is sad. "Spirit! You can do it!"

Nadira nodded with a bitter smile. After Laras left, Nadira immediately went into the room. He sat on the edge of the bed with a sad face. Sometimes he looked at Amara who was playing with a teddy bear given by Arman.

"Now what should we do, son? Do you have to accept this harsh reality and decide to stay with your father even if you know he is a double? Or do we get away from it and start a new life?" nadira muttered in between her sobs.

Now his gaze turned to the ring that Arman had pinned yesterday on his ring finger. Because the disappointment was so great, Nadira also decided to remove the ring and store it in the wardrobe.

It didn't feel like the afternoon was coming. Nadira was still in his room. The feelings are mixed, there is a sense of disappointment, annoyance and anger, mixed into one.

Tok .. tok .. tok! There was a knock from outside. Nadira rushed out from inside her room then walked towards the main door.

"Nadira! Nadira!" call someone who is standing at the door of his house.

"Mother?" muttered Nadira while furrowing his brows. "Ah, what a coincidence! I want to question Mas Arman about Mom. Isn't Mom there too?" continued.

Nadira rushes to open the door and turns out his guess is right. The middle-aged woman standing at the door of her house was Bu Ningsih, her mother-in-law.

"Yes, Mom? Let's go in" said Nadira as he opened the door even wider.

"Ehm, no need. I'm just here to deliver a message from Arman. He said he couldn't go home tonight. There is an event that must be attended by his employer and inevitably he was forced to come with him," said Bu Ningsih.

Nadira was not at all surprised to hear the words from Bu Ningsih just now. That made Nadira more convinced by his bad premonition.

"Mom, there's something I want to ask Mom. I'd better come in. Let's have a nice chat, "take Nadira.

However, the middle-aged woman still did not want to enter the simple house owned by Nadira. He refused on the pretext that he was busy.

"Mother can't be long, Nadira. It's dark soon and I haven't closed the window properly" she replied.

"Mom, what exactly is Mas Arman doing in town? Didn't you come with Mas Arman to town yesterday and I'm sure you know the answer" Nadira asked.

"What are you talking about, Nadira? Didn't you already know that your husband is Mrs Ira's personal driver. Yeah, the job is to drive the car, Mrs Ira, what else?" bu Ningsih replied with a slight annoyance at Nadira's question.

"Private driver? How can you hug, Mom? Mother, too, is not Mom there, but why do you not remind Mas Arman that what he did was wrong" Nadira said again with a serious look at Bu Ningsih.

"Hugs? Do you know where they hugged? Don't make it up to you, Nadira! No fine! Your husband dipped a bone for you and Amara, but you even suspected it, which is not-no," annoyed Bu Ningsih.

"I have proof, Mom. That's why I dare say that. Now tell me honestly, what exactly are you doing in town?"

"Ah, stop. Mother is busy and can not serve your strange words," said Bu Ningsih then stepped quickly to leave Nadira who was still silent at the door of her house.

"Great, it looks like Nadira has started to get suspicious! I have to tell Arman about this," muttered Bu Ningsih with an anxious face.

"Look! Mother and Mas Arman's attitude made me even more convinced that my premonition was right" Nadira said in his heart.

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