The Rich Widow

Amara's First Advertisement

"Of Andrew!" Amara's eyes were round and the little girl looked so happy to see Andrew's presence at the place.

"Congratulations, Amara." Andrew crouched down and handed over a trophy and a charter of appreciation to Amara.

"Thank you, Om." After Amara won the trophy and the charter, they took pictures together on stage.

Andrew approached the host and whispered to the man to call Nadira on stage to welcome the grand prize he was about to hand over.

The host nodded and then again exclaimed, calling Nadira to go up on stage to accompany Amara to welcome the main prize.

"The old man from Amara Qirani, is expected to go on stage!" call him.

Nadira looked nervous, while Laras continued to give her encouragement. "Come, Nad! Hurry up! Don't let them wait for you" he said excitedly.

"But, Ma'am ...."

"Ish, but what?" said Laras while pushing Nadira's body slowly to the edge of the stage.

Gradually Nadira went up on stage and walked over to Andrew, Host and Amara who were waiting for him.

Andrew smiled as he welcomed Nadira's arrival. He extended his hand before Nadira and congratulated her.

"Congratulations, Nadira."

"Thank you, Mr. Andrew" Nadira said as he welcomed the man's hand.

Andrew handed over a symbolic gift board that read the amount of money Amara would receive. That's a lot of money for Nadira. Enough for Amara's school fees.

Amara greeted him and showed the board to all the audience in front of him. Cheers were heard again. The sound of applause echoed in the room.

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Amara's victory in the race managed to make rapid progress in the life of the little girl and also Nadira. Nadira trades hard until he is overwhelmed. Not even a few buyers who want to order the dress of the design.

With reckless capital, Nadira also began to ventured to find some employees to help his work. While Amara also began to be preoccupied with various commercial filming. Which is definitely filming Andrew's product commercial.

As today, Amara was again preoccupied with filming activities accompanied by Nadira. Unexpectedly, it turns out Andrew had deliberately come to the place to see the filming of Amara.

"Hi, Amara!" greet Andrew from a distance while waving his hand towards the girl.

"Of!" Amara took her hand off Nadira and ran towards Andrew.

Nadira was shocked when he realized that Andrew was also at the location. Slowly Nadira walked up to Andrew who was busy chatting with Amara. Amara looks so happy that Andrew gave her a gift. A beautiful pink Hello Kitty doll.

"How's doll? Amara likes it, doesn't she?"

Amara nodded quickly. "Likes, Om. Thanks," he said with a lisp.

"Thank God you like it." Andrew rubbed the top of Amara's head slowly while smiling at the little girl.

"Mas Andrew" said Nadira.

Andrew smiled again and returned Nadira's greeting. "Hi, Nadira. How are you?"

"Good, Mas. Um, Andrew, can we talk to you for a second?"

"Ehm, have you guys had lunch? I'm hungry, by the way, would you like to come with me for lunch?" ask Andrew then.

Amara nodded quickly. "You! Fried chicken!" knock that little girl.

Andrew chuckled softly. "Nothing, Nad. You want to talk to me anyway, don't you?"

Nadira finally nodded and followed Andrew who took them to a restaurant not far from the set Amara.

"Oh yeah, how's the filming going? Aman?" ask Andrew while teasing little Amara.

"That's, Mom. His name is also a child. Sometimes there is drama. Sometimes ask to go to the restroom, snack, cry, hmmm ..." lamented Nadira.

Andrew chuckled then pinched softly on the little girl's cheek. "You're funny, Amara."

"It's okay, Nad. Naturally, the age of Amara is indeed active period," continued Andrew.

"Yes, Mas. Oh yes, I want to ask you about the race" said Nadira later.

"What's the matter, Nad?" Andrew looked confused.

"Mas has nothing to do with the victory won by Amara?" ask Nadira.

Andrew surprised. The man even choked when he wanted to sip his drink. Andrew coughed for a while and after leaving he immediately answered a question from Nadira.

"Yes, no, Nad. Why did you think that?"

"It's nothing, Mum. I'm just afraid that the victory won by Amara will intervene from you. I want Amara to win based on the jury's decision. Not because of help from anyone, including you, Mas," Nadira said softly.

"Yes, geez, Nad. For God's sake, I really want to not interfere with the victory of the participants in that race. I've already handed everything over to the jury. Only those who really know, who deserves to be champions and who doesn't. And Amara deserves to be the first champion in the race" said Andrew, trying to convince Nadira.

Nadira breathed a heavy breath and he was still silent as he stared fixedly at the man.

Seeing Nadira's expression, Andrew knew that the woman still did not believe his words.

"If you still don't believe my words, I can contact the judges to have them explain everything to you" Andrew continued.

"Alright, Mas. I believe," said Nadira.

"Oh, yeah. I heard, he said today one of the ads starring Amara will be aired on television. Is that true?" andrew asked Nadira, trying to shift the subject.

"Yes, Mas. And honestly, I'm so nervous."

Andrew smiled. "I think it's perfectly natural. This is my first time for Amara. But rest assured, the results will surely be satisfactory" replied Andrew.

"Hopefully yes, Mommy."

Finally those moments came. The first commercial starring Amara will be aired for the first time on television. Nadira was so enthusiastic waiting for those moments, so was Andrew. While elsewhere, Laras was no less enthusiastic waiting for Amara's first appearance on the glass screen.

"Mas Budi, come quickly! Later you even delay and can not see the appearance of Amara for the first time!" said Laras who was sitting in front of the television with a serious face.

"Ish, yes, just a second. Not going to go too far, anyway." Budi rushed to Laras with a warm coffee in his hand. The man sat down next to Laras with a straight look towards the glass screen.

Right at that time, the first advertisement of Amara was aired and made Laras and her husband round their eyes.

"Akhc! That's my son! That's my son! Look, Mas Budi!" exclaim Laras while pointing towards the glass screen.

Budi could only shake his head looking at Laras' ridiculous behavior. "Yes, yes! That's your son" he replied.

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