The Rich Widow

Disappointment of Arman

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"Clearned! I know you're inside. Now is not the door! I want to talk to you in one eye" Arman said in a stern tone.

Long enough Laras was silent in his house. He hesitates to see Arman because he knows exactly what the man wants to talk to him about. However, the more Laras is silent, the more intense the sound of knocking and calling from Arman out there.

"What should I do? Do I have to keep hiding in the guy or see the guy? Ish," he murmured very slowly.

After weighing up, Laras finally decided to meet Arman. Slowly he opened the door of his house and looked at Arman who was standing there with a face that looked annoyed.

"Where's Nadira?" ask Arman without further ado.

"Nadira? Why did you ask me about Dira? I do know. Lah, that's her husband" said Laras who managed to make Arman more upset.

"Don't pretend, Baras. I'm sure you know where Nadira is now. Don't try to cover it up, Baras. Because I could've reported you" threatened Arman.

Instead of being afraid, Laras chuckled at the threat from the man. "reported me? Lah, what is my fault? I don't know where Nadira is. And anyway, it was her husband. Then why even ask me who the incident is not Nadira who?"

Arman rubbed his face violently. He had exhausted his patience with Laras. Not just because of the shitty Baras attitude. However, also because he was tired of the various events that happened to him today.

Arman grabbed his wallet and took some money from it. He threw it in front of Laras and said, saying,

"Take this money! Now tell me, where are Nadira and my son?" he said firmly, hoping that the woman who was standing in front of him immediately told the truth.

Laras looked furious. He really does not like to see Arman's arrogant attitude. Baras again threw the amount of money into Arman's body very roughly.

"Take back this money, Mas Arman! I don't need any money from you at all. And one more! I don't know where Nadira is. So, find out for yourself where your wife is!" annoyed with Laras while entering his house. He slammed the door so violently that it made Arman gasp in shock.

"Yes, God! Where am I going now to find Nadira and my little daughter?" muttered.

Arman saved back the money that was thrown by Laras and then stepped back into his car.

"I think I should go visit Mom's house. It's possible that I know where Nadira moved to" he murmured.

Now the luxury car drove to the residence of Bu Ningsih. While on the way, Arman's cell phone suddenly rang. At first glance Arman glanced at the screen of the phone and after that he again snorted annoyed.

"Hmmm, he's again!" arman muttered when he saw the name of Madame Ira plastered there.

Arman looked indifferent. He had no desire to receive a call from his young wife. The phone kept ringing, even dozens of times. From calls to multiple incoming chat messages. However, Arman still did not care about it. At last, Mrs Ira surrendered.

A few minutes later.

"Arm! Come on in, kid!" Bu Ningsih welcomes Arman with a face. Even now his son rarely visited him as before. However, his treatment of Arman was much better that it was now.

After parking the car, Arman immediately entered the house with Bu Ningsih. The middle-aged woman led Arman into the front room and let him sit there.

"There's something I want to ask Mom about and this is about Nadira" she replied without further ado.

"Nadira again, Nadira again!" Bu Ningsih looked annoyed. He rolled his eyeballs and seemed so lazy to hear let alone talk about his daughter-in-law.

"Mom. Did you know Nadira doesn't live here anymore? The house left by his parents had been sold and strangely the neighbors next door no one knows where he is now" said Arman.

Ms. Ningsih smiled faintly. "Yes, good dong then, Arman. That way your relationship with Mrs Ira will not be disturbed anymore. Why do you look worried like that now?"

"How can I not worry, Mom! My daughter is with him and I don't know what her fate is right now" Arman said.

"Just leave him. I'm sure Nadira will come back to you soon. Indeed he can't 'clean up without you, ha? All he knew was to raise a hand at you. Has he ever helped you work for a living? No, right!" chirps Bu Ningsih.

Arman snorted in annoyance as he did not find the answer to all the questions he had in his head. "So you don't know where Nadira moved?"

"No. After all, I don't care either" she replied lightly.

"Yes, already. I'd better just go home!" Arman got back up from his position and just left Bu Ningsih with a look of disappointment.

"Eh, Arman. Wait!" Bu Ningsih stepped quickly after Arman who was already standing in the doorway of his house.

Arman stopped his steps then looked at Bu Ningsih closely. "What's up, Mom?"

"Son, I'm asking for more money, dong! The money you transferred last week is up" whined Bu Ningsih.

Arman frowned both of his eyebrows in wonder. "Enready finished? How can that kind of money run out in a week, ma'am?"

"Ish, you are! Mom is renovating the kitchen space, let it be even bigger. If we are gathering, not jostling again like before. Try to look back. I'm not lying, I'm."

Arman breathed a heavy breath. "Well, I'll transfer the money again."

Bu Ningsih smiled broadly at Arman's reply. "Well, thank you so much, son."

Arman continued his steps and walked towards the car. He entered and then drove the four-wheeled object to the jewelry store owned by Mrs Ira.

"Hmmm, let's hope Ira isn't angry."

However, Arman's hopes did not come true. The old woman was already waiting for his arrival with both hands crossed on her chest. His face turned red and already looked unfriendly.

"Where have you been, Mom? I called and chat many times, but you didn't reply. Don't you play games with me, Mom. You don't know who I really am yet" Mrs Ira said in a serious manner.

Arman looked embarrassed and wrong because again Mrs Ira scolded him in front of some employees.

"It is fitting that Ira was abandoned by her former lover first, if it turns out that she likes to dominate her partner," Arman murmured in his heart.

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