The Rich Widow

Uncovered

Nadira was surprised to hear the woman's words. "What do you mean, Madam?"

"There's something you should know, Nadira. Now Mas Arman's status is not only your husband but also my husband. We are legally married, even Mother-in-law bless our relationship," said Mrs Ira while crossing her legs.

"What?!" peekik Nadira's.

Nadira shook his head. He still does not believe the woman's age.

"That's impossible! Mas Arman couldn't have—"

Nadira had not finished talking, suddenly Arman appeared. The man went down the stairs without regard to the surroundings. He was not even aware that the woman visiting the magnificent residence was Nadira, his own wife.

"What the hell is going on, noisily? Can't you guys just be a little more calm? It's still too early to make a fuss and I'm still sleepy" Arman said, rubbing his eyes.

Nadira looked up. He was shocked when he saw Arman who was naked, down the stairs. Just a small towel to cover the man's private area.

"Mas Arman?" muttered Nadira with teary eyes. Nadira's feelings were completely destroyed when he saw the husband was in the house of another woman with a condition without clothes. The man he trusted was already two behind him.

Madam Ira smiled again satisfied. He seemed so happy because without difficulty explaining, Nadira finally knew the truth.

"Huh, finally!" muttered Mrs Ira.

Little Amara, who was still in Nadira's arms, looked so happy to see the presence of the father. He smiled as he called Arman.

"Dad!" call him while stretching out both hands.

Arman was shocked. It was like hearing Amara's voice calling her name. Arman turned his head and was shocked when he realized that Nadira and Amara were in the room.

"Na-Nadira?" peeking Arman with perfectly rounded eyes stared at Nadira and Amara in turn.

"What are you doing here, Mom?" nadira asked so seriously looking at Arman.

"I-i ...." Arman is confused as to what to answer. He was caught and could not be evaded.

Madam Ira rose from her position. He walked slowly past Nadira who was still standing at the bottom of the stairs. The woman approached Arman and hugged his burly arms while smiling spoiled.

"We've been caught, honey. It's best to tell Nadira the truth" said Mrs Ira as she wrestled spoiled on her new husband's shoulders.

Arman looks clumsy. On the one hand, he still loves Nadira very much. But on the other hand, he still has a debt of gratitude to Mrs Ira.

"Na-Nadira, I-I can explain everything. Wait here for a moment, I want to take my clothes first" Arman said, trying to persuade Nadira.

Arman turned around, but had not had time to move his legs, Nadira again opened his voice.

"No need, Mas Arman. Now I don't need any explanation from you because I already know everything" Nadira said firmly.

"But, Nadira!"

Nadira turned around and quickly stepped out of the room. While Amara, who had longed for Arman's hand, continued to stretch out her hands and call Arman.

"Dad!"

"Nadira! Stop," cried Arman, trying to chase after Nadira who had gone away.

However, Arman had not yet stepped up to catch up with Nadira, suddenly Madam Ira pulled her hand and held back the man's steps.

"No need to be pursued, Mom! Just leave him! Nadira should know about our relationship. Sooner or later, he'll know it!" said Mrs Ira with round eyes staring at Arman.

Arman let go of Mrs Ira's handrails and then ran towards the front yard. While Mrs Ira only saw it with her arms crossed. He smiled sinisterly and then muttered.

"Pursue him, Arman. I'm sure Nadira will never accept you again."

On the front page.

"Nadira, wait! If you don't want to listen to my explanation, at least let me hug Amara for a moment!" shouted Arman as he ran towards the towering iron fence in front of the residence of Mrs Ira.

Nadira did not care. He continued to move quickly without listening to the call from the man.

"Nadira!" Arman is desperate. He ruffled his hair violently while taking out an oath that was not worth hearing by anyone. After Nadira disappeared from his sight, Arman went back into the magnificent house. He walked quickly to the main room.

"Where are you going, Mom?" madam Ira asked Arman who was walking in a hurry up one by one the stairs.

"I have to go home, Ra. I will explain everything to Nadira and I really hope that he will forgive me and accept all of this" he replied with a worried face.

"Hmmm!" Madam Ira smiled cynically. "To keep your first wife feeling, you are willing to beat your second wife's feelings."

"It's not like that, Ra. My position here is completely wrong. I didn't mean to hurt anyone at all. You want Nadira. However, fate has to say something else and I can't refuse it" Arman said.

Madam Ira turned her face the other way. "Well, I'll give you some time to meet Nadira and explain everything. Everybody, Mas Arman! No one needs to cover up anymore. Youunderstand?"

Arman nodded slowly. "Alright, Ra. I'll be honest with Nadira about our relationship" he replied.

"And one more. Tonight you must stay here with me. If you don't come back tonight, then you'll know the consequences" Mrs Ira said firmly.

"alright. I promise to be back before dark."

After getting permission from Mrs Ira, Arman rushed to the main room to perform the ritual bath and dress.

Meanwhile.

Nadira sat pensively holding Amara who was asleep. The little girl finally fell asleep after being content to cry for her father.

"I'm sorry, son. Maybe after this you should get used to living without a father. We will fight together. It's just you and Mom" Nadira murmured inwardly, gently stroking the top of Amara's head.

"We've arrived, Ma'am."

The angkot driver's words spread Nadira's daydream. Nadira looked around and it turned out that the man was right. Now he was right in front of the alley, the side of the big road. Where his residence is near.

"Oh yes, I'm sorry, sir. I daydreamed," replied Nadira while handing over some money to pay for the services of the angkot driver.

"No problem, Ma'am."

Nadira again set his foot towards his simple residence. Still with Amara asleep in his arms.

"Nadira, how?" It turns out that Laras had been waiting for the arrival of Nadira since. He stood right in front of Nadira's house with an anxious face.

"It turns out my hunch is right, Ma'am. Mas Arman and the woman are indeed married," he replied softly.

"Oh my God!" pekik Laras hugging Nadira's body.

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