The Rich Widow

The departure of Nadira

While Mrs Ira was busy arranging the divorce of Nadira and Arman, Nadira was busy taking care of the sale of her simple house to someone who intended to buy her house.

After the signature and so forth, finally the simple house officially changed hands. Nadira stared at the building. There are so many memories that he went through there. From the time she was born until she gave birth to the tiny figure of Amara.

Tin ... tin ...!

The sound of the horn sounded so loud and managed to make Nadira wake up from her daydream. Nadira immediately turned to the direction of the voice and he smiled after knowing who was coming to him.

"Still wanting to stand here or start a new life?" goda Laras while chuckling softly.

"Life is new, Mother." Nadira smiles and follows Laras who invites her to ride on a pickup truck owned by her husband, Budi.

"Is this just your stuff, Nadira? Or is there something else?" ask Budi to Nadira after finishing raising all Nadira's luggage.

"That's all, Mom."

"Good then, so we can leave now" Budi said later as he got into his car and sat at the wheel.

While Nadira, Amara and Laras sit in the back load with Nadira's belongings that have been given protection so that they do not overheat or rain.

On travel.

"Hopefully your life will be better than ever, Nadira. Prove to the world, prove to the irresponsible man that you can stand on your own feet!" said Laras with the two neutrals who began to glaze at Nadira.

"Amin, Ma'am. I wish I could!"

"Can, Nad. Sure can!" laras said with complete confidence.

After a few hours, they finally arrived at a large city that was so densely populated. Nadira who had just set foot in a city of that size (call it city X) immediately fell.

His eyes were perfectly rounded and his mouth was unceasingly amazed. "Wow, it turns out the big city is like this huh, Ma'am!" peekik Nadira with a big smile staring at the tall buildings lined up on the roadside.

Laras smiled looking at Nadira's innocence at that time. "So right, you've never been to a big city before?" ask Laras.

Nadira shook his head quickly. "Never, Mother. Farthest to the neighboring village, it was Mas Arman who was ajakin. When I was a kid, my late father used to tell me how the big city was and I could only imagine it in my mind. But I also said that living in a big city is much harder than living in a village" Nadira said.

"What your late father said has a point, Nad. That's why I'd rather live in a village than in a big city."

After a few minutes later, Budi stopped his car right in front of a small shophouse located in front of the highway. After pulling the car over, Budi rushed to the back and dropped all of Nadira's belongings from his car.

"We're here, Nadira. Rukonya is small but very fitting to open a business here because it is so strategic," said Budi with a big smile staring at Nadira.

Nadira, who had gotten out of the car, immediately approached the shophouse and watched it carefully. He smiled with satisfaction because the shophouse was in accordance with his wishes so far.

"How, Nadira, do you like it?" ask Laras who is now standing next to him.

Nadira nodded quickly. "Yes, Mommy! I really like it. Thank you very much, Ma'am Laras, Mas Budi. Without your help, I couldn't have stood here" Nadira said with teary eyes.

With the help of the couple, Nadira cleaned, tidied up and arranged the shop until it became more comfortable and safe for Nadira and Amara to live in.

Not felt, the afternoon was approaching.

Laras and Budi must immediately return to their residence. After saying goodbye to Nadira and Amara, they immediately drove, breaking up the city crowd.

"Mas, I really feel sorry for Nadira and Amara. I pray that their lives will be better than ever. Honestly, I was very disappointed with the attitude of mas Arman who was completely irresponsible to them. The jerk instead chose the rich widow over Nadira and her child" Laras chirped with an annoyed bent face.

Budi smiled thinly and then stroked his wife's shoulder gently. "Just pray for the best for Nadira and Amara. And for Arman, I'm sure that soon the man will get his karma" Budi replied.

"Hopefully, Mom! But beware if he tries to interfere with Nadira's life again. I won't hesitate to intervene!" resolutely Laras, which makes Budi laugh softly.

"Are you brave enough to face Arman?"

"Ish, why not! I'm already upset about this, Mas!" the answer.

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One month later.

"Mas, where are you going?" ask Mrs Ira to Arman who intends to leave the jewelry store owned by Mrs Ira.

"I just want to get wind, Ra. I'm tired of constantly being here without doing anything" said Arman with a slightly bent face.

Madam Ira looked at Arman so seriously. "All right! But remember, don't go far. I want you to be here if I need you! Youunderstand?"

Arman noticed some of Mrs Ira's employees who were also looking at him. Suddenly seething shame in the heart of Arman because all this time Mrs Ira was always dominant towards him. Even the woman did not care whether it was at home or in a public place like now.

"Yes-yes, I understand!" Arman snorted in annoyance and left the place. After Arman's death, Mrs Ira returned to her job.

Arman continued to step towards his car parked in front of the jewelry store while grumbling. Grumbling with annoyance with the attitude of Mrs Ira who always showed power over her in front of the people.

"She should have been kinder to me. Although I was much younger and produced nothing, but I was still her husband whom she should respect" Arman muttered as he entered the car.

After that, he drove along with the four-wheeled object to go somewhere. A place he had been wanting to visit for the last few days. However, because he constantly did not get permission from Mrs Ira, he was forced to postpone it.

But this time Arman could not hold himself back. He had to visit the place even with or without the permission of his young wife.

"May they be okay. I don't know why I always remember them" he said with a sad face.

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