The Rich Widow

Mrs Ira Visits

"Hows it? Did you get any information about that woman?"

"Have dong, Madam! I'll send the address to your number, but ...." The man laughed softly.

"Ck!" Madam Ira clucked. He knew what his man meant. "You are, a little bit of money, a little bit of money! If I didn't need it, I might do business with you again" he exclaimed.

The man laughed again for a moment. "But unfortunately Madam can't let go of me, can she? That lady will always depend on me, because my work is always good and never disappoints. Let alone this light task, which is hard I can afford," he said.

"Hush, shut up! Don't talk about it anymore. I don't want to hear it, you understand?"

"OK-okay, all right."

The man disconnects his call and waits for a transfer from Mrs Ira. After Mrs Ira managed to send him some money, he rushed to send Nadira's address to Mrs Ira.

Madam Ira smiled satisfied after getting the new address of Nadira. He plans to meet Nadira before Arman can find the whereabouts of his first wife.

"All right, I'll be right there!" muttered.

Suddenly Arman came over to Lady Ira and sat down next to the woman. Madam Ira gasped in shock and immediately put her phone in the bag

"Eh, Mom." Madam Ira smiled wryly as she looked at the man.

Arman furrowed his eyebrows in surprise when suddenly Madame Ira looked clumsy and reflexively hid the phone from her. However, he did not want to think negatively about Mrs Ira and considered it just a coincidence.

"Who is that?" ask Arman.

"Only one of the store's employees. He's asking permission to take a day off" replied Mrs Ira.

"Oh." Arman nodded slowly and laid his body on the bed.

Madam Ira smiled and dropped her body on top of Arman's.

"Today I'm going to town X. There is an event that I have to attend there and since it is a special event for women, then I cannot take you with me. You're okay, aren't you?" said Mrs Ira while gently touching the face of Arman who is now under her.

Arman smiled faintly. "It's okay. But I can get you there. Yeah, let's just say I'm your personal chauffeur just like I used to."

"Ah, no-no! No need, Mas. Let me go alone. Take a rest at home" replied Mrs Ira who looked excited.

"Are you serious?"

Mrs Ira's reply just now left Arman completely confused. This was the first time the woman had chosen to go alone unaccompanied by herself.

"Seriously, Honey. Let me go alone and you can rest at home for today. For today, yes! Next time, you will still go wherever I go" he replied with a wry smile.

Arman breathed a heavy breath. "alright. Have fun and be careful on the road" Arman said.

"Thank you for your understanding, honey. Have a good rest for you too" said Mrs Ira.

The middle-aged woman immediately stood up then tidied up her slightly messy clothes. While Arman chose to sit leaning on the back of their bed while watching his wife.

"Yes already, I'm leaving first huh, sweetie. Hye!"

After kissing both of Arman's cheeks, Madam Ira rushed away leaving Arman who still looked confused in the room. Arman walked up to the bedroom window and saw what Mrs Ira was doing down there. Even until the woman glides in her luxury car.

"Actually I'm suspicious of Ira's gelagat today. He doesn't usually leave without me. He even refused my offer. But yes," muttered Arman and went back to bed.

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Tin ... tin .. tin!

Mrs Ira pressed her car horn many times in front of a house, so the owner of the house came out and walked hurriedly to his car.

"Prophe dong, Madam!" said the man while laughing softly. He opened the car door and sat at the wheel. Replacing the position of Mrs Ira before.

"You are so slow! What are you doing in there? Dressed up?" chirped Madame Ira with a perfectly bent face.

The man did not answer. He laughed and drove his car to town X. Where Nadira lives today.

After a fairly tiring journey, even Mrs Ira also fell asleep many times in her luxury car. Now they arrive in front of a simple shophouse now occupied by Nadira.

"Mrs Ira, we've arrived."

The man shook Madam Ira's body slowly until she woke up from her sleep. Madam Ira rubbed her eyes and spread her gaze around.

"Where's the house? That one?" Madam Ira pointed to a simple shophouse standing firmly in front of her car.

"Yes. If you don't believe me, you better check inside."

Mrs Ira pushed the door of her car and walked over to the shophouse with her favorite sunglasses on.

"Hmmm, so now he's selling clothes" muttered Mrs Ira with a slanted smile.

Seeing a customer approaching, Nadira rushed to greet him. He still did not realize that what came was not the customer he was waiting for. A woman who has destroyed her home.

The more the woman approached, Nadira's smile faded. Now Nadira realized who came to visit him today. An uninvited guest, whom he never expected to see.

"Would you like to come here?" nadira asked while looking at the rich woman.

Instead of stopping her steps, Madam Ira instead barged in and began tracing the narrow room with a cynical smile.

"Hmm, cheap clothes. Not branded," said Mrs Ira while reaching for a small dress hanging from the hanger. He then took the dress forward and put it back rough.

"It's ugly, hot, the seams are very rough! Little kids must be hot when they wear them."

Madam Ira continued to step up while ruffling the rows of petite dresses sold by Nadira.

"If my son is born, I will buy clothes that are good, branded and certainly not sultry when worn. Yes, although I have to pay tens of times the price of the dress you sell here," he continued, turning to face Nadira who has since followed his steps behind.

"If you can afford a more expensive and branded one, then buy it without having to insult the merchandise of others, Madam. You are a respected person and in terms of age you are much more experienced. However, unfortunately you do not have a good attitude to others" said Nadira.

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