The Rich Widow

Divorce Letter

"I'm not insulting, but I'm just saying according to what I see."

Madam Ira is back past Nadira's body. He found a plastic chair and sat there without being invited by Nadira.

"Actually I'm not here to comment on your merchandise, Nadira. However, my lips would be itchy if I didn't say what I saw."

"No need to mince words, madam. Just tell me what you want from me until you're willing to visit me in this place?"

Madam Ira smiled again. "Yes, I almost forgot my purpose for coming to this place, Nadira. It's all because of your ugly wares" he replied.

The woman grabbed a file from her bag and handed it to Nadira. "Me and Mas Arman have taken care of your divorce papers and everything is done just waiting for your signature. Now sign here" continued Mrs Ira, pointing to the blank space in the file where Nadira had to put her signature.

Nadira grabbed the file with a surprised face. He watched and read the contents of the file carefully.

"Why don't I know anything about this divorce?" nadira asked in amazement.

Madam Ira laughed softly. "Nadira-Nadira .. You are too innocent or stupid, anyway? Have you forgotten the saying, there is money in business smoothly. Anything can happen if money talks. You see how your husband suddenly turned around and chose to live with me? It's all because of the money, Dira! The money!"

"For Mas Arman also has agreed and if you know, it is Mas Arman who filed this divorce to the court. While me? I'm a good wife, who will support whatever her husband's decision is," she continued with a sly grin.

Nadira was silent for a while with a gaze fixed on Madam Ira. Until finally he accepted the decision with a chest.

"alright. I'll sign this letter if Mas Arman wants it. There's nothing I can expect from him anymore."

"It is good that you are self-conscious and I hope that after this you will not disturb my life with mas Arman again, Nadira. Let me and Arman be happy. Especially now that I am pregnant with her child," said Mrs Ira while stroking her flat stomach.

Nadira smiled wryly. "Of course, Mrs Ira. I'm not a woman who annoys other people's households and I congratulate you on your pregnancy."

Madam Ira suddenly sewot. His face that had looked as crisp as before, suddenly bent. He felt a little offended when Nadira said that. However, he did not want to discuss it any further.

After Nadira finished signing the letter, the look on Mrs Ira's face was happy again. He smiled widely and handed him some money in front of Nadira.

"This is for you, Nadira. Think of this as a sign of my gratitude because you have been kind enough to sign these letters" said Mrs Ira.

Nadira noticed the amount of money that was in front of him while smiling obliquely. Let alone grabbing the money, he was not even interested in accepting it.

"Save it back, Mrs Ira, because I don't need it at all."

"Curtain! It turns out that you have not changed, Nadira. Stay arrogant in the midst of your poverty. Live poor like this you are arrogant. What if one day you become rich?"

Madam Ira took the money back and walked away from Nadira's small shophouse. He approached his car and then went inside and continued to grumble. While Nadira just shut up and watched the old woman until their car disappeared from his sight.

"It's over?" ask the man who became Nadira's man.

"It has. Ah, I'm finally relieved. She signed the divorce papers and now I'm Arman's only wife" Mrs Ira said, smiling broadly.

"What is so special about Arman, Mrs Ira? I don't think that guy is special. He is just like any other man. All he needs is your treasure, not you. I'm sorry if I'm being too honest" the man said.

Madam Ira bent her face in annoyance. He even hit the man's arm very violently. "Damn you, yeah! How dare you say that! Arman is different! He's not the same as you think he is" he said.

"I'm sorry, I'm just giving my opinion" the man replied later.

Meanwhile.

Nadira told Laras everything by phone. He poured out his whole heart to the woman he had considered to be his older sister.

"What! So that little grandma came to your place with a divorce decree?" screeches with perfectly rounded eyes. He heard Nadira's story just now.

"Yes, Mommy. Now Arman and I don't have any relationship anymore. I don't know if I should be happy or otherwise." Nadira paused for a moment and took a deep breath.

"It's okay, Nadira. I think it was the best decision for you. Now your status is clear and Arman can no longer bother you. Right?"

"Yes, you're right."

"Oh yes, Nadira. Just now I read in the sosmed, there is a famous milk brand that is holding a competition for children the age of Amara. I'd better sign Amara up for the race, Nad. The prize is good, loh. In addition to being an advertising star for their products, Amara can also get a very large scholarship," Laras said with enthusiasm.

"really? Where's where?" Nadira began to be interested in hearing the information given by Laras just now.

"Geez, Nadira! This news is again warm in Medsos. The time you never saw it? Though always milling on the veranda," said Laras again.

Nadira laughed softly and returned back to reply Laras. "I'm too busy with my wares, Ma'am. Open the phone just to check the buyers who order clothes online."

"Hmmm, basic! The competition was held at hotel X, not far from where you live. If you'd like, I can help you enroll Amara in that race. How's it?"

Nadira noticed Amara sitting in one corner of the room playing with her doll.

"If the lomba was held in such a big way like this, could there be a chance for Amara to win the race?"

"Sure dong, Nad! There is no harm in trying. Who knows Amara's fortune and you're there. Rather than her talent being harbored alone, it's better displayed, isn't it?"

Nadira was silent for a moment while thinking. Until he finally decided. "Alright, Ma'am. I concur. Can you help me get Amara to the race?"

Barrel smiled with satisfaction. "So, dong! All right, I'll help you register Amara" she replied.

"Thank you, Ma'am. Sorry, troublesome."

"Together, Nad. No trouble, really."

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