The Rich Widow

Arman Disconnects Asa

"Not to dodge it anymore, Ira. This man has confessed all his deeds. Including the accident," said Mr. Bian.

"For God's sake, I don't know him!" Mrs Ira is still trying to evade when all the evidence has started to corner her.

"You know, Ira. This guy you deliberately told me to make my car brakes not work until the accident happened. However, at that time I was still able to save myself even though I had injuries. When I tried to get out, he suddenly came and beat me. He revived the car engine and pointed it into the abyss when I was powerless. Right in those moments he had mentioned your name, which turned out to be the mastermind of the accident," said Mr. Bian with a small smile.

Madam Ira shook her head. "No! That's not true! That's not true at all" he cried frantically.

Not only was Madame Ira so shocked, Arman was not less shocked after hearing the words of the Bian master.

"W-is that right, Ira?" tanyakanya.

"No! That's not true, they're all crazy!" elak that woman.

Several policemen came to Mrs Ira and held her hands together. However, the woman did not remain silent. He continued to try to escape from the clutches of the police officers and shouted that he was innocent.

"I am innocent! All of this was just a lie deliberately created by the old man," he said furiously.

"Shut up, Madam! You better explain everything in the office!" one of the policemen said he dragged the woman out of the mansion and took her to the police station to be questioned along with her man.

Arman immediately approached Mr. Bian and cupped his hands in front of the old man.

"Master, whoever you are! Please don't bring my wife. At the moment she is pregnant with our child" Arman said softly.

Hearing the words spoken by Arman just now, Mr. Bian also chuckled. "Are you saying she's pregnant?"

"Armans! You are really plain. You're even so easily fooled by that woman. How could she have been pregnant, while her uterus had been removed several years ago because of a disease that gnawed at her," continued Mr. Bian who managed to make Arman stumble to hear it.

"What's? S-so all this time he was just lying to me?" sahut Arman stammered.

"Yes, didn't I tell you before, Arman. I feel sorry for you because it's been glazed by a polished street stone resembling a diamond. Though the real diamond you already have and now you just throw it away," said Mr. Bian.

Arman bowed sadly. He was confused as to how it should be now. All this time he had been too good to hang his life on Mrs Ira, to be willing to release his legitimate son and wife.

"Now go," said Mr. Bian, pointing to the door.

Arman was embarrassed that he had previously tried to evict the old man, who was none other than the original owner of the magnificent house he occupied with his mistress Ira.

Arman nodded slowly and turned around and walked out of the house. After the death of Mrs Ira and Arman, the house was immediately cleaned and closed. Mr. Bian plans to sell it. He did not want to remember anything more about the woman and the others.

With a careless step, Arman sauntered away from the house without bringing anything. Including the motorbike that Mrs Ira once bought. Everything was confiscated because it was the property of Mr. Bian. Arman only asked for a business card belonging to one of Mrs Ira's friends that he kept first to bring home with him.

Now Arman's only destination is one, to his mother's place. Only that woman was Arman's only hope in a time of slumping and falling like now.

An hour later.

The man finally arrived in front of Bu Ningsih's residence. It just so happened that Bu Ningsih was busy talking to one of his neighbors. The middle-aged woman was busy talking about her favorite daughter-in-law. The rich, which has been its biggest channel of funds.

If Bu Ningsih looked so excited to boast about his daughter-in-law, different from the woman he was talking to. He seemed to be lazily listening to the speech of the middle-aged woman.

However, their conversation came to a halt instantly when Bu Ningsih saw the figure of Arman who came to him with a sour face and looked so frustrated. Bu Ningsih rushed over to Arman and left the woman who had been his interlocutor.

"Arman, what happened to you? Why does your face look so tangled?" tanya Bu Ningsih with both eyebrows that are linked to each other.

"I want to talk to Mom" said Arman, rubbing his face violently and then stepping back into the house owned by Bu Ningsih.

Seeing the anxiety from Arman's facial features at that time, Bu Ningsih realized that something was wrong with his son. He hurried to the woman who had spoken to him and soon followed Arman who was now in his house.

"There's a problem what else the boy is. Why is his face so sour" muttered Bu Ningsih.

Upon arrival in the front room, Ms. Ningsih immediately dropped herself on the sofa in the room. Where Arman was already sitting there leaning.

"Why are you again, Arman? Where's your car, why are you here on foot?" asked Bu Ningsih astonished.

Arman breathed a heavy sigh. "I'm in trouble, Mom."

"The problem? What trouble again? Don't tell me you're married to your wife, yeah! Don't do that, Arman. You should have understood! It is he who guarantees our lives" said Bu Ningsih while trying to remind Arman.

"Not that, Mom. It's even worse than that" replied Arman with an anxious face.

"more severe? Arman, you don't be scared, yeah!"

"Seriously, Mom. I was just expelled. The original owner of the mansion turned out not to be Ira, but Mr. Bian, Ira's former husband. Ira commits a fraud and admits that it is all hers and it turns out to be a hoax. And not only that, Ira was involved in a very severe case," he said limply and not excited in the slightest.

"Don't joke you, Arman!" pekik Bu Ningsih with bulging eyes looked at the boy.

"I'm not kidding, Mom. Ira had just been led to the police station to be questioned about the fraud and crimes she had committed against her ex-husband" Arman said.

"Ji-if it's true what you said just now, that means our gold mine will soon disappear and we can't have any more fun. Oh yeah, God!" peekkik Bu Ningsih with a panicked face.

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