The Rich Widow

Nadira Follows

Evening is approaching.

Tonight Mrs Ira will go to one of her best friend's wedding anniversary parties accompanied by Arman. Madam Ira looks very beautiful and looks elegant with her expensive dress. While Arman looked so handsome in the expensive suit that Mrs Ira bought her while in town.

Finished getting dressed, Arman watched his reflection in the mirror while smiling faintly. He was so proud to see his appearance change 180 degrees. What was once just a simple man in makeshift clothes, now looks like a wealthy businessman with a luxurious suit that costs fantastic.

"You're so handsome, Mom! All my friends will be envious" said Mrs Ira who suddenly came closer and hugged Arman from behind.

Arman who usually always refused and seemed uncomfortable if hugged by the woman, now seems to be accustomed.

"Of course they will be envious because only you get a husband like me" she replied proudly.

"Ah, Mas Arman. I love you more!" Madam Ira tightened her embrace.

"Darling, do you want us to just hug like this or go to your friend's birthday party?"

Madam Ira realized then laughed softly. "You're right, Mas. Wait a minute, I'll get my bag first."

After reaching for the branded bag for hundreds of millions, Madam Ira immediately invited Arman to go to the anniversary party of one of her best friends.

A few minutes later.

Arman and Mrs Ira arrive at the party. It seemed that the guests had gathered in that spacious and magnificent room. The presence of Arman and Mrs Ira in the room, became the center of attention of many people. Especially the relatives, friends and friends of Mrs Ira.

"Ira looks happy, yeah. Especially now that he is no longer alone," chirped one of his friends who began to open the conversation.

"Here, be careful not to be proud to be handsome. Maybe our treasure will be dredged," overwrite the others with a cynical smile.

"Yes, right. Ira has experienced it herself. But wonder, yes. He's not traumatized by his past and is repeating it again" another said.

Suddenly their conversation came to a halt as Madam Ira and Arman had already arrived at their table. They put on a smile as sweet as possible and then welcomed the arrival of the couple.

"Come, Ira. Sit down" they said, pointing to the empty seat area.

"Thank you," replied Mrs Ira with a cramped face.

The party also went on. Arman and Madame Ira were also involved in the festivities of the party.

A woman of all stature (one of Mrs Ira's best friends), sitting next to Arman, began to talk to him.

"How long have you known Ira?" ask the woman.

"Just the last few months. What's the matter, madam?" sahut Arman with a warm smile.

"Oh, I think it's been a long time. Oh yeah, by the way how much did Ira pay for your services for one night? If you're willing to accompany me, then I'll pay you many times the amount Ira gave you, "how?" ask the woman without further ado.

Arman smiled wryly. He wanted to curse the woman with all her stature because he had dared to insult her. He thinks of himself as a gigolo ready to satisfy a lonely aunt.

"I'm sorry, Madam. I'm not a gigolo. I am the legal husband of Ira. So don't say that again about me" Arman said.

The woman simply smiled then turned her face the other way. "If you change your mind, please call my number."

The woman grabbed a business card and placed it on the table. In front of Arman. Although upset, Arman still grabbed the business card and kept it. Who knows the business card will be useful later in the day. That's what Arman thought.

Right at that moment Arman's phone suddenly shook. He grabbed the flat object and noticed who had tried to contact him.

"Mother?" said Arman while linking his two eyebrows in wonder. "Would you call me these nights?"

Arman took the call and placed it beside his ear. "Yes, Mom?"

Because the party was quite noisy, Arman could not clearly hear what the woman who had given birth to him said.

"Sorry, Mom. This place is too noisy and I can't hear what you're saying. I'll call you back later, after the party."

"Arm! Armani! Don't disconnect the call! It's critical. A ...." Suddenly the call was interrupted and made Bu Ningsih really angry.

"Basic Arman! Is he not worried about his behavior being caught with Nadira? I'd like to tell her about Nadira, '" grumbled Bu Ningsih while keeping her phone back beside the pillow.

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The festive party is over. All of the invited guests had already returned to their respective residences. Including Arman and Mrs Ira who are now on the way to their luxurious residence.

"Baby Arman, I love you" muttered Mrs Ira while smiling spoiledly at Arman.

Arman restrains the body of Lady Ira who is now bending herself. The woman was drunk because she drank too much. He continued to rummage indistinctly until it made Arman a little upset.

"Why are you so into drinking like that, Ira?" the upset.

"Just a little, honey. I haven't drunk it in a long time" said Mrs Ira.

Arman can only roll his eyeballs.

It didn't feel like they had even arrived at Mrs Ira's residence. Arman patiently led the woman to the main room. Not only that, he also helped replace and cleanse Mrs Ira's body, before they went to sleep.

The next day, at Nadira's residence.

Early in the morning Nadira woke up from her sleep. After finishing the morning ritual, Nadira rushed to wake Amara and bathe her.

"Where are we going, Mom?" ask the little Amara who is confused because he is not usually bathed so early.

Nadira smiled wryly. "We're catching up with dad" replied Nadira.

"Following Dad? Yeee ...."

Amara, who did not understand what happened, was so happy especially after hearing that she would meet the father who did not come home from last night.

After they finished bathing Amara, dressed her in nice clothes, and then had breakfast together, they set out.

On the way to the big road, they accidentally met with Laras. Baras greeted them and immediately approached them.

"Where are you going this early in the morning, Nadira?" asked Laras while linking his eyebrows together.

"I want to catch up with Arman, Ma'am. Last night he did not come home on the grounds of accompanying his employer, ", replied Nadira.

Baras looked sad. He gently stroked Nadira's shoulder without saying a word.

"I want to know what Arman really is hiding from me. If my premonition is right, then I will resign. I can't compete with the rich" he continued.

"I don't know what to say, Nadira. But I will continue to pray for the best for you" said Laras.

"Thank you, Ma'am. Excuse me first."

Nadira returned to continue his journey to the big road. While Laras was still silent while staring fixedly at Nadira's back which was getting away until it disappeared from his view.

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