The Rich Widow

Visit to Andrew's House

"Of Andrew!" call Amara as she runs towards Andrew who is still sitting in the room waiting for his arrival.

"Well, you're beautiful, Amara." Andrew welcomed the girl's arrival by stretching his hands forward and immediately hugging her.

"Look, Mas. Amara absolutely does not want to be separated from your doll, wherever and whenever. To the point that the doll looks shabby like that. I've been trying to buy the same dolls to be played in turn. However, he said differently" said Nadira while pointing to Amara who was hugging the doll.

Andrew chuckled softly. "Of course it's different because the doll's from Om Andrew. Yeah, isn't it, Amara?" he said while looking at Amara who was in his arms.

Amara nodded slowly and smiled.

"Oh yeah, Amara wants a new doll, right? If you want, today we buy again, how?"

Amara nodded with excitement. The little girl looked very happy. "Ara wants to, Om!"

"Alright, then we leave now. But after that we stopped by Om's house, yeah. Daddy Om wants to see Amara, he said. How, can?" talk to Andrew again.

"May, Om," replied Amara with her slurred voice.

Andrew hurried to lead little Amara to his car. Nadira followed from behind.

"Have fun!" laras said in half a whisper.

Nadira smiled as she waved her hand towards Laras. "Titip kids yes, Ma'am."

"Quiet down! Your children must be safe under my supervision," Laras replied as he glanced at the employees who were still cool to notice Nadira's relationship with Andrew.

"I believe you."

After Nadira got into his car, Andrew rushed the four-wheeled object to the highway. As Andrew promised Amara earlier, they stopped by a toy store and bought a doll for Amara.

"Now choose, which Amara will?" Andrew pointed at the row of dolls in the store, while Amara looked confused to see rows of beautiful and adorable dolls in front of her.

"Ouch, Mas. I feel bad" said Nadira.

"It's okay, Nadira. Think of this as my thanks because you are willing to come with me" he replied with a warm smile.

Nadira smiled wryly and then took a deep breath. While Amara and Andrew were busy choosing dolls, Nadira chose to sit for a moment in a chair while waiting for them.

Not long after, Andrew and Amara came to him with a large doll Amara chose.

"Come, Nadira. Now we continue our journey" said Andrew.

"It's over?" Nadira rose from his position and stood beside Andrew.

"Yes. We're done," he replied.

They continued their journey back to Andrew's luxurious residence. A few minutes later, they arrived in front of the man's luxurious residence.

Nadira had stumbled to see how big and luxurious the residence belonged to Andrew. Even much larger and more luxurious than the residence of the mistress of Ira which he considered the most luxurious house he had seen and visited so far.

"This is really your house, is it?" asked Nadira who was still cool to look around the place carefully.

"actually no. This is my parents' house. I'm just hitching a ride here" he replied with a soft laugh.

"Wow, Om cool house," cried Amara who was also amazed to see the man's luxurious residence.

Andrew smiled and gently rubbed the top of Amara's head.

Now Nadira looked at Amara with a small smile. "Just pray, yeah. Who knows later we have more fortune and can buy a house like this," replied Nadira while stroking soft reddish Amara cheeks.

Andrew just smiled at the conversation between Amara and Nadira just now. He opened the car door for Nadira.

"Come," he said as he reached out before Nadira.

With hesitation Nadira welcomed the man's hand and then let go again after he managed to get out.

"Thank you, Mum."

Andrew leads Nadira into the house, as does the little Amara. The little girl looked so comfortable in his arms.

"We'd better meet my daddy first, then we'll relax. Oh yeah, tonight you're gonna have dinner here and I don't accept any rejection. Because I've asked the servants to prepare everything" said Andrew, glancing at Nadira who was walking beside him.

Nadira could only take a deep breath and then exhale again while returning Andrew's gaze.

Now they stepped up the main stairs to the second floor. Where is Mr. Bian's room. Arriving in front of the luxurious room, Andrew immediately opened the door.

"Come in. Don't be afraid, daddy's not gonna fuck around, all right."

Despite the hesitation, Nadira kept her feet in the room. There were several nurses in charge of guarding Mr. Bian there and they seemed to be busy with their respective duties. While the old man was still lying weakly on his bed.

Nadira, Andrew and Amara came closer and stood by her bedside.

"Daddy, today I brought Nadira and Amara here" Andrew said as he put Amara's tiny body beside him.

Slowly, Mr. Bian began to react. He turned to Nadira and Amara and smiled after looking at the little guy standing at the side of the bed.

"What's your name?" said Mr. Bian slowly while touching the tiny hand of Amara.

"Mara, Cake" he answered.

"You are beautiful" continued Mr. Bian.

Andrew noticed a bowl of warm soup sitting on the nightstand. The food looked untouched and Andrew was convinced that his daddy again refused to eat.

"Daddy refuse to eat again, Sus?" ask Andrew.

"Yes, Sir. I tried many times to persuade Mr. Bian to eat, but he always refused to open his mouth" replied one of the nurses in the room.

Andrew took a deep breath and exhaled again. "Why else, Dad? Why isn't the soup eaten? Is the soup bad? If yes, then I'll ask the waiter to make it again that tastes much better."

"No need," replied Mr. Bian slowly. "I'm not hungry" he continued.

Suddenly little Amara touched the hand of Mr. Bian who looked thin and paled. He rubbed the old man's hand very gently while smiling sweetly.

"Why doesn't Grandpa eat? Grandpa will not heal later, you know!" amara said with her lisp.

Then Mr. Bian smiled and replied to the little girl. "You're so funny, Amara. All right, Grandpa wants to eat but Amara's with Grandpa, huh?"

"Good, Cake."

Nadira and Andrew looked at each other for a while. Andrew smiled widely and did not expect that Amara was that easy to persuade his daddy to eat.

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