The Rich Widow

The arrival of Nadira

Strugglingly, asking here and there, Nadira finally arrived in front of the residence of Mrs Ira. He looked up, staring at the magnificent building standing firmly before him. For some reason, just by looking at the building alone, he already felt a pain in his heart.

"Whose house is this, Mom?" asked Amara with her lisp.

"Home of his master's father" replied Nadira.

"The house is as good as Barbie's palace" said Amara with a smile.

Nadira could only exhale heavily and then walked over to the large fence guarded by some security people. Just as Nadira was standing in front of the fence, suddenly a man in a security uniform approached him.

"What's up, Ma'am? Can I help you?" ask the man.

"I want to meet the owner of this house. There is something very important, which I have to say," replied Nadira while looking around the place.

"What before! Did you make an appointment with Mrs Ira?"

"Yes, of course. I've made an appointment to Mrs Ira before. If you don't believe me, you can ask Mrs Ira directly" replied Nadira.

Nadira nodded her head. He had to lie in order to be allowed into the mansion. However, unfortunately it is not that easy the security believes in what Nadira said. He did not even stop to look at the appearance of Nadira who was so unpretentious.

"Please wait here for a moment, let me tell Mrs Ira" the man said.

Security turned around and walked away from Nadira. However, Nadira again called out to him and made the man's steps stop.

"Sir, I beg you. Please let me in. Don't you have any pity to see my son hot in here?" lirih Nadira while she was sorry for the man.

Security was silent for a moment while thinking hard. He watched the two-year-old beautiful boy who was in Nadira's arms while furrowing his eyebrows. Until finally he agreed and allowed Nadira to enter the courtyard of Mrs Ira's spacious house.

"All right, but don't go anywhere. Just wait here" he said, watching Nadira and Amara.

"Good, Sir. Thank you." Thank you."

While the man went to see Mrs Ira, Nadira and Amara chose to wait and take shelter in the postal area. Again Nadira looked around the place and he found Arman's motor matic parked not far from the security post.

"Mom, that's dad's bike!" tekik Amara who looked excited when he saw Arman's motorbike parked in one corner of the spacious yard.

Nadira nodded. "Yes, Son. That's Amara's father's motorbike."

Now Nadira's attention is diverted to two security people who are still on guard at the post. The two men were busy talking so much that they did not care about Nadira who was standing there with Amara.

The opportunity was not wasted by Nadira. Slowly Nadira stepped forward while paying attention to the two security. Until finally he left the place.

Meanwhile in the main room.

Both Mrs Ira and Arman were still sound asleep on their warm squabbles with innocent bodies. Madame Ira was even still attached to Arman's burly body.

A knock from outside the room, made Mrs Ira's body squirm. However, the woman was still reluctant to open her eyes.

"Madam" called one of the servants who worked at his luxurious residence.

"Hmmm!" replied Mrs Ira, still with closed eyes.

"Outside there was a woman waiting for Madam. He said he had made an appointment with Madam" said the waiter.

"Who the hell, Bi?" his reply.

"Ehm, briefly. I forgot to ask her what her name was," replied the waiter.

Ck! Madam Ira clucked.

"Just meet, honey. Who knows it's important" muttered Arman who apparently also heard their chatter. Madam Ira glanced at her husband and her eyes were still closed.

"alright. Wait here, baby. I won't be long" replied Mrs Ira.

The woman got up from her position. He grabbed a thin robe that was strewn across the floor and would use it to cover his plain body. After wearing the robe, Madam Ira rushed out of her favorite room.

"Who the hell is visiting this early in the morning? The feeling I have no promise to anyone" muttered Madam Ira as she stepped up.

Back to Nadira.

The two men, who had been guarding the post, suddenly realized that Nadira was no longer there. One of them rushed to catch up and found Nadira who was already at the door of the magnificent house owned by Mrs Ira.

"Hey, stop!" the man shouted, as if Nadira was a criminal.

Hearing the yell from the man, made Nadira recklessly enter. The cry was also heard to the ears of the first man, who was waiting for the presence of Mrs Ira at the bottom of the stairs. The man rushed up to Nadira and held her back.

"Where are you going? Didn't I tell you to wait ahead?" emphatically.

"Hold him. Maybe he had bad intentions to come here" said the man who had been chasing him.

The first security immediately grabbed Nadira's hand as if Nadira was a criminal. Nadira grimaced in pain as the man clasped his hand so violently. However, the man did not care and continued to restrain Nadira's movements.

"Let go of my hand, sir! I'm not a criminal!" nadira said with half a shout. Amara even cried from fear.

"Heh, what's the matter, this? Early in the morning it made a scene!" upset Madame Ira while going down the stairs.

Their attention was immediately diverted to Mrs Ira, including Nadira and Amara. Nadira watched the woman closely, as did Mrs Ira. He was surprised to see Nadira at his home. But that was just for a moment. After that, Madam Ira smiled with satisfaction. Satisfied that in the end Nadira knew about her relationship with Arman.

"Take him off and for the both of you, go!" tell Mrs Ira to her two security.

The two security guards rushed to release Nadira then nodded slowly before the woman before leaving the room

"Okay, Madam."

Now in the room there are only Nadira, Amara and Mrs Ira who now drop themselves on the sofa there.

"Would you come here? Isn't it too early to see you, Nadira?" said Madam Ira while smiling sideways.

"I'm sorry if my presence here has disturbed you, Mrs Ira. I just wanted to ask you about Mas Arman. Where is he now and why didn't he come home last night?" nadira asked while looking at the old woman.

Madam Ira smiled again cynically. "your husband? I think you mispronounced those words, Nadira. Because now Mas Arman's status is not just your husband. But 'our husband', '" she replied with a soft laugh.

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