The Rich Widow

Disappointment of Arman

After a few minutes later, Arman arrived in front of a modest residence owned by Nadira who has now changed hands. But Arman did not know it.

After parking his car, he got out of the car immediately. Arman was silent for a moment beside his car while watching the simple building closely.

"This is Nadira's house, isn't it?"

Arman spread his gaze around the place and he was sure that he was right that the building standing before him was a simple house belonging to the late Nadira's parents.

"Where did Nadira get the money to renovate part of this house?" he muttered again with a surprised face.

Yes, the simple house left by the late Nadira's parents has begun to be renovated by its new owner. The old part is now replaced with a new one. The paint was refurbished until Arman was almost fooled by the building.

While Arman was still confused to see the place, suddenly a man of great stature, almost the same as himself, came out of the house. Arman's eyes widened and his heart instantly beat so fast.

"Suckers! Who is that guy? Is he Nadira's affair? The insolent! How brave he was when we were not officially divorced" furious Arman with a red face staring at the man.

The man smiled faintly. He also looked at Arman with some surprise. Feeling like you don't know each other.

"Who, huh?" the man asked as he extended his hand before Arman.

However, instead of welcoming his hand, Arman even violently grabbed the clothes worn by the man.

"Who am I? You asked who I was, ha! I should've asked you that question, asshole! What are you doing at my wife's house, ha!"

"Your wife?" The man gasped in shock and he could not pull Arman's grip off his neck. Because the attack happened so suddenly.

"I really don't understand what mak— is"

Not yet finished the man spoke, suddenly a hard blow hit his face until he fell to the ground. His face instantly flushed and felt a throbbing pain.

"Basic of depraved men! Here you are!" Arman again wanted to punch him in the direction of the man. Suddenly, a woman came out of the house and ran towards the man.

"Mas! Mom, are you okay?" askanya while hugging the body of the man who fell down.

Arman stopped his action. He was suddenly confused because what came was not Nadira. But another woman he did not recognize at all.

"Who are they?" muttered Arman astonished. Nadira no longer has any relatives.

Arman's panicking. He looked around the place and it turned out that the people had gathered to witness his actions. "Yes, God! What have I done?" he murmured while rubbing his face violently.

Suddenly Mr. RT came to Arman. He patted his shoulder gently and asked. "What is this, Arman?"

"Ehm, Mr. RT. Th-they who? Why are they at my wife's house?" asked Arman stammeringly.

"Your wife? You mean Nadira?" ask Mr. RT back.

Arman nodded quickly. "Yes, Sir. Of course Nadira, then who else!" he replied half annoyed that Mr. RT's question really offended him.

"This house has been sold by Nadira and they are the new owners of this house" replied Mr. RT. "Aren't you her husband, we think you already know" RT continued.

"What, sold?!" peekkik Arman's.

Arman looked panicked. He began to feel uneasy in that place. "Where are Nadira and my daughter now?"

Mr. RT raised his shoulders. "I'm sorry, I don't know because Nadira himself never told me anything about his disappearance."

"This father how, anyway? Mr 'Kan RT here, you should know where the citizens moved!" furious Arman with a flushed face, restraining his anger.

Mr. RT laughed softly. "I'm just RT here. Lah, you alone? Aren't you her husband? The wife goes, you don't know?" reply Mr. RT who managed to make everyone who was there chuckle, except Arman.

The man's face was red. His jaw stiffened and his hands clenched back perfectly. Arman was really angry and embarrassed to hear the words spoken by Mr. RT just now.

He snorted annoyedly and intended to leave the place. However, his steps were held back when Mr. RT asked him to stop.

"Shortly, Arman!"

Arman turned around and looked at Mr. RT with an annoyed face. "What else?"

"You have to take responsibility for what you did to this man." Mr. RT pointed to the man who had been hit by Arman until his face looked blue.

Arman smiled cynically. "What do you really want to do? Report me to the police for violence?"

"Yes" said Mr. RT.

Arman again snorted in annoyance. He had to obey the man's wishes if he did not want to be reported to the police.

"Ck! Okay, fine! We'd better finish it here. Now tell me, how much do I have to compensate for hitting him?"

Mr. RT head bobble. He did not expect that now Arman has really changed. He said the man was getting arrogant.

"Come in. Let's talk about it and solve it in a family manner" said Mr. RT again.

Mr. RT, the man who owned the house and several other neighbors entered the former house owned by Nadira. Then followed by Arman with a lazy face.

A few hours later.

"Ck, basic! If the ends of the money too, why should he talk at length!" gerutu Arman walked to his car.

After the talks, Arman was asked to take responsibility by paying a sum of money for the treatment of the man he had hit. Arman is very upset because he considers his time wasted just to listen to the babbling Mr. RT and his former neighbors who he thinks are very useless.

"Where should I go now?" muttered Arman while driving his car. He continued to think hard until finally he decided to meet Laras and Budi. Because he knew that all this time the couple was quite close to Nadira.

Arman turned back and then continued his journey to the residence of Laras and Budi. Hoping to get an answer about Nadira's whereabouts there.

Upon arrival at the place, Arman immediately parked his car. Laras, who was busy with his work, gasped in shock after hearing the roar of a car parked in the yard.

"Who, huh?" he murmured while peeking out from behind the glass. How surprised Laras was after knowing who was visiting his residence.

"Mas Arman? What'd he want here! Hmm, this must have something to do with Nadira," he continued with an annoyed face looking at Arman who was walking closer to the door of his house.

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