The Rich Widow

Race Day

A few days later.

Laras visits Nadira's residence only to convey a good news to his best friend.

"Nad, Amara escapes and the day after tomorrow is her race day. How, have you prepared everything?" asked Laras enthusiastically.

"Yes, God, how is this? I haven't even prepared everything yet, Ma'am. A few days ago I was busy at the Hospital because Amara was being treated there" Nadira replied with a panicked face.

"Who? Amara's sick? How come you didn't tell me, Nadira?" ask Laras again.

"He was in an accident, Ma'am. It was just a little accident and I was freaking out, so I don't remember anybody's phone. But now Amara is fine. The person who hit him is very responsible" Nadira said.

"Ish, you are, Nad! I'm worried. Then how now? Do you still intend to take that race? If so, I can help you prepare for everything."

Nadira was silent for a moment while thinking. Shortly after, he nodded his head. "Actually I'm still interested, ma'am. But maybe we can't prepare everything in a day?"

The barreled smiled widely. "Can! Sure you can," he answered steadily.

That day Nadira and Laras were preoccupied with various jobs. Nadira was even forced to delay the delivery of the goods he was supposed to deliver on that day.

Nadira designed a dress to be worn by Amara on the day of the race. While the barrel chooses the material they will use. After everything was ready, Nadira also ventured to sew his own clothes.

A full day Nadira berjibaku with fabrics that he will magic into a small dress and other sewing equipment that he had long bought to realize his dream so far.

While Laras helps as much as possible. Not to forget, he also helped make food for them, while Nadira was busy with her work.

Evening arrived, Nadira was still busy with her work. While his daughter was asleep accompanied by Laras. After Amara fell asleep, Laras came back to Nadira.

"You better rest, Nad. It's already night. You will be the one who gets sick." The barrel stroked Nadira's shoulder which was still focused on the sewing machine operating in front of him.

"A little more, Ma'am. If it continues tomorrow, fear is not finished. I haven't even prepared any accessories for Amara yet" she replied.

Barrels exhale heavily. "All right then. Let me keep you here, let me not."

"Ish, you just rest. You must be tired all day accompanying us here. And actually I also feel bad about Mas Budi. For our sake, Mbak willing to stay here and leave Mas Budi there alone."

Laras chuckles slowly. "Ah, normal times, Nad. And anyway, I support me, really! He is happy because I am willing to help you" Laras replied.

Nadira smiled a little. "You guys are a very good couple. Thank you very much, Ma'am. Also say thank you to Mas Budi. I don't know how to repay your kindness" Nadira said with teary eyes.

"Together, Nad."

Nadira continued her work until it did not feel the time to show at twelve pm and right at that time, the dress she made was finished.

"Ah, finally!" nadira exclaimed while stretching his muscles that felt pained and stiff because of the slowness of sitting in front of his sewing machine.

Baras was so enthusiastic. She grabbed the dress and held it up with a big smile. "Well, Nadira! I didn't expect you to have a hidden talent in the fashion world. See results! No less beautiful than branded goods displayed in boutiques," said Laras.

"Ah, I can." Nadira blushed in shame.

"Seriously, Nad. Amara must have looked really pretty when she was wearing it. May Amara succeed in calming this race and your work will be highlighted later!"

"Aamiin, Ma'am."

***

Finally the race day arrived. Laras, Nadira and Amara were already in a star-rated hotel, where the race was held.

Realizing that, Laras again gave his spirit to Nadira.

"Don't be pessimistic first, Nad. The wind no one knows. Believe me, if today is Amara's fortune, then anything impossible will be possible. Although the rival is very heavy," said Laras while embracing the shoulders of Nadira.

Nadira nodded slowly. "Yes, you're right. I hope today is Amara's lucky day. The spirit!" sahut Nadira, although at that time the look of his face still looks unconvincing.

The race also began. One by one, the participants started walking on stage. Where the judges are busy paying attention to their appearance. All the participants performed their best performances to steal the attention of the judges.

Laras and Nadira are still waiting for Amara's turn to arrive. If the two women look so tense, different from Amara who looks relaxed and carefree. The little boy was even cool to play with his brown teddy bear no matter how excited the race.

"Darling, how could you be so relaxed, anyway? Amara's not nervous?" nadira asked with a wry smile looking at Amara.

Amara shook her head. "No, Mom."

Nadira let out a heavy breath and looked at Laras.

"Already, Nad. Don't be so tense," his god then chuckled softly.

Just now Nadira opened her lips and intended to reply to Laras' words at that time, suddenly there was a voice of the host calling the name Amara.

"Alright, now we call the next participant. Participant with number 012 on behalf of Amara Qirani!"

Nadira's eyes rounded perfectly and before Amara went on stage, she again gave her spirit to her daughter.

"Mara, passion, yes! If Amara is nervous when she's up there, remember that I'm here for Amara" Nadira said.

Amara nodded slowly and handed her brown teddy bear to Nadira. After Nadira welcomed the doll, Amara rushed up to the stage with the help of the team who stood guard under the stage.

"Oh my God, Ma'am! I don't feel like I'm stepping on earth right now. I was nervous, even my feet and hands were cold" Nadira said with a worried face looking at Laras.

Laras chuckled again. He patted Nadira's shoulder gently and stroked her gently.

"Oh my goodness, Nad. Calm down" said Laras.

Amara walked in the style of a child model who was proficient on stage. He remembered everything that was taught by Laras before. So calm and carefree. Even all the spectators were amazed to see the beauty and appearance of Amara at that time.

The judges did not keep developing smiles. Their eyes did not blink watching Amara who was waving on stage. Until finally the little girl stood right in front of them with a sweet smile.

"Mara Qirani ... Aunt can ask you something, right?" ask one of the judges in charge of giving a question to Amara.

"By, Auntie," replied Amara.

"Amara said, who is the most special person in Amara's life and why?" the jury asked with a smile looking at Amara who looked beautiful.

"Mother, because mother is the wingless angel given by God to Amara," she replied calmly.

At once Amara's reply made Nadira who heard it, cry as she pleased. He did not know how Amara could answer that question so perfectly he thought. Not only Nadira, Laras also moved and rushed to hug Nadira.

"You're so lucky, Nad. Because it has a little angel like Amara" said Laras with teary eyes.

"Yes, Mommy. I'm very lucky" Nadira replied in between tears.

It's not just Lara and Nadira. The judges applauded at the little girl's answer. So did the spectators who had been watching Amara.

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