The Rich Widow

Mrs Ira's Plan

"You haven't answered my question, Mom. Where have you been? Don't tell me you just met Nadira, yeah!" furious Mrs Ira.

Arman breathed a rough breath. "I just came from Mom's house, Ra. I haven't been there in a long time. I also can't take you, you never want to be invited to visit Mom's house."

Madam Ira rolled her eyeballs. "To your mother's place or to Nadira's?"

Arman turned towards the woman with a clear face. "To Mother's house, Ra. If you don't believe me, you can ask me that."

Madam Ira threw her face the other way. "Only God and you know!"

Again Arman breathed a heavy breath. "What I heard is that Nadira doesn't live in her village anymore. He had gone out of nowhere and the house left by his parents had been sold" Arman continued.

Madam Ira smiled obliquely. "Good then! That means he's self-aware that he's not level competing with me."

Arman glared for an instant and then refocused on the steering wheel again.

Not long after, Arman and Lady Ira arrived at their luxurious residence.

"I want to take a shower, Ra. It's so hot" said Arman.

"Whatever," replied Madam Ira indifferently.

Arman immediately went to the bathroom and performed his bathing ritual there. He went into a bathtub of warm water and then soaked in it to relax his very tangled mind.

"Just getting married, the rich widow had already started to dominate my life. What if it's been years? Am I going to be his slave? Like a buffalo pierced by his nose. Always according to whatever the woman ordered." Arman smiled bitterly and then took a heavy breath.

"I'm already wet. Get away from that woman, it means I have to go back to what I used to be. Hanging out looking for a job. Let alone to make fun, make eating difficult. If I choose to stay, it means I have to be mentally prepared, but my life is guaranteed. Eat well, money a lot, a luxurious house with complete facilities without having to tire slamming the bones," continued Arman then buried his face into the water.

Meanwhile, in the main room.

It looks like Mrs Ira is seriously talking to someone on her phone. He spoke very slowly, as if he did not want anyone to know what he was talking about with the person.

"What should I do, Mrs Ira?"

"I want you to find a woman named Nadira. I want you to find that woman as soon as possible, before Mas Arman finds her whereabouts. Youunderstand?"

"As always, Madam. Madam knows what the conditions are?" The man smirked cunningly.

Madam Ira rolled her eyeballs with a lazy face. "Yes-yes, I understand! I'll immediately transfer the money to your account number. I'll also send you a picture of the woman" she replied.

"Sipph! Nice to be doing business with you again, Mrs Ira."

After the man disconnected his call, Mrs Ira rushed to transfer some money requested by the man as well as photos of Nadira he had obtained in Arman's mobile phone gallery.

"Good! Now just waiting for news," he murmured with a sly smile.

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In the city, where Nadira is struggling to continue his life with Amara, his only daughter.

"I take this one and this one one, yeah."

Nadira smiled broadly. "Well! Ready, Ma. Wait a minute, yeah. Let me pack it up first."

"This, Ma'am. Thank you very much, yes. Do not be deterred to buy here," said Nadira while welcoming some money given by the woman to him.

"Together, Mother. Of course I won't be deterred. The clothes are all here. Good quality, material and also seams. Absolutely recommended," the woman replied with a satisfied smile.

"Hmmm, thank goodness then."

After the woman died, Nadira rushed to Amara who stood in one corner of the store and kissed her many times.

"Look, Son. Rejeki is not going anywhere. Now we can prove that we can live without mercy from them" Nadira said.

Amara smiled happily even though she did not understand what Nadira was saying. His tiny hands still tightly grasped the brown teddy bear given by Arman and seemed not to want to let go.

Nadira now opens a children's clothing store and the sales are enough to cover their daily needs. Not only offline, Nadira also sells her merchandise online with Amara as her model.

The beauty and agility of Amara in front of the camera has its own charm to many buyers who are tempted to buy Nadira merchandise. Not infrequently he was flooded with orders.

Nadira's next plan is to design and create a clothing brand on behalf of his own daughter. However, now he still does not have a large capital to realize his simple dream. Until he was forced to be patient and save little by little.

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Drrrttt .. drrrttt!

A call came to Nadira's mobile number and she rushed to receive it.

"Yes, Mommy?"

"Ehm, Nadira. I have news for you" said Laras across the phone.

"News? I hope this is good news, Ma'am," said Nadira while listening seriously to what Laras said to him.

"I don't think so, Nad. It's about Arman. Last afternoon he came to my place and asked me about you" said Laras.

Nadira closed her eyes. "Did Arman ask where I live now? If yes, I hope Mbak does not tell the real Arman mas," said Nadira with a little anxiety.

"Of course, Nad. I won't be that bad to you. I even rejected Arman's offer. He threw some money at me in return if I could tell him where you are now."

Laras chuckled softly in light of the incident. Where Arman arrogantly and rudely threw money before him.

"I took the money and I threw it back! Damn, he thinks I'm fuckin!" laras Gerrutu.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry, Ma'am. Because of me, Ma'am should get rough treatment from Mas Arman." Nadira began to feel uncomfortable.

"Ah, don't think about it. I'm it's okay. The opposite, Nad. I'm worried about you. I'm afraid the man managed to find you and re-interfere with your life" said Laras with a worried face.

"Maybe not" said Nadira.

"Ehm, yes I have. I just wanted to warn you about that and don't forget, take good care of yourself, Nad."

"Yes, Mommy. Thank you so much for your attention."

Nadira was silent for a moment with a blank look. Just now that he was beginning to feel calm and comfortable, now he had to go back to feeling anxious. He is afraid that Arman suddenly finds his existence and interferes with his life again.

"Why is Arman looking for our whereabouts again? Is he not satisfied to hurt my feelings?" nadira muttered in his heart.

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