The Rich Widow

Bahri Caper Juragan

After Arman.

Amara grabbed Nadira's hand with a funny smile. The beautiful boy pointed towards the stall near their modest home. Nadira understood what her daughter meant even though Amara did not speak a word.

"Why, Honey? You want some snacks?" ask Nadira.

Amara nodded quickly while widening her smile. "Yes, Mom."

"alright. What do you want to buy? Your favorite cake?" nadira asked while leading the little boy to the stall he wanted to go to.

Again the boy nodded his head. He looks so happy because the mother is willing to invite him to snack. Upon arrival at the stall, Nadira immediately grabbed a favorite brownie Amara and handed it to the boy.

"This is the money, Mom." Nadira handed over some money to the shop owner and then chatted with him for a moment.

While talking, without Nadira noticing, a man was watching him.

"Juragan, that's Nadira. His wife Arman borrowed money from the Juragan some time ago."

"Nadira? Anyplace?" The stocky-looking man was so enthusiastic looking for the figure of Nadira who had just been told by one of his men.

"That, Juragan." The man pointed towards the stall, where Nadira was busy talking with the shop owners' mothers.

The eyes of the basket-eyed man managed to find the beautiful figure of Nadira from a distance. Her eyes suddenly glared and her lips clucked in awe, admiring the natural beauty Nadira possessed.

"Requally perfect! One hundred percent of my type. Ck ck!"

"Well, we're not lying, are we, Juragan. Nadira Arman's wife is really beautiful and suitable if juxtaposed with Juragan," teased one of the men of Juragan Bahri.

Juragan Bahri felt flying after hearing the praise of his men. The middle-aged man was getting more and more excited to snatch Nadira from Arman's embrace.

"Try to see him! With a little touch of make up and then replace that shabby negligee with a beautiful dress, she will definitely look like top artists," bahri Juragan Mumbles ceaselessly admiring the beauty of a Nadira.

"You guys wait here, I want to go to the shop and pretend to buy something" he continued, exiting the car.

"Okay, Juragan." The two sangar men nodded slowly while watching Juragan Bahri who was now walking away from them.

Upon arrival at the stall, Juragan Bahri also pretended to buy a pack of cigarettes while occasionally glancing at Nadira who was still there with his little boy.

"This is the change, Juragan." The shop owner handed over some change to the fat man and he immediately welcomed him.

Juragan Bahri glanced at Amara who was cool to enjoy her favorite cake then approached the beautiful boy.

"Hey, Pretty. Want to buy some ice cream?"

Amara, feeling alien to the Bahri Juragan, immediately ran and hid behind her mother. His small body trembled and occasionally he peered at Juragan Bahri from his hiding place.

"Mother ...."

How Amara is not afraid, while the appearance of Juragan Bahri does look sad. His stern face filled with a messy beard, his fat body with a bulging stomach, made Amara even more frightened.

"Don't be afraid of the same, o'm. It doesn't bite, though. I just want ice cream for you." Juragan Bahri did not give up. He continues to try to steal Nadira's attention by approaching Amara.

"Oh yes, already. Then say hello first yes, Beautiful!" Juragan Bahri smiled at Nadira and before he left the shop, he blinked his eyes at the beautiful woman.

Nadira was surprised to see the reaction of Juragan Bahri. He did not expect the suitable man to be his father to suddenly wink at him.

After the Bahri Juragan.

"It looks like Juragan Bahri likes you, Dira," said the shop owner's mother while chuckling softly.

Nadira furrowed his brows. "Why do you say that?"

"Just look at the way he looks at you and looks at you. Different from the others," said the mother of the stall owner.

Nadira let out a rough breath. "Who is the Bahri Juragan?"

"He was a loan shark from the village next door, Dira. His house is not far from here and people say that if he is in debt with him, it will be difficult to free himself. If you are, amit-amit jabang baby, deh. Do not want to go along pinjem money to him just like the others," he explained.

"Yes, Mom. May we not be entangled with him."

Meanwhile, Juragan Bahri had reentered his car. The old man's face looked as crisp as he looked directly at Nadira.

"How, Nurse?"

"Perfect! Absolutely perfect," he said with a sly grin.

Somewhere else.

"Well, I like you more, Arman. It turns out that you are indeed reliable," said Mrs Ira who was sitting next to Arman who was focusing on the wheel.

"I'm serious about working with you, Madam. Because I am tired of being idle and letting my son and wife hang around" he replied with a big smile.

Madam Ira smiled. "And one more, Arman. You look so handsome, seriously!" The smooth, red-clawed hand landed on Arman's shoulder and gently stroked it.

Arman was surprised to see the action of his new employer. However, he did not want to think badly of her and regard it as a giver of spirit for her.

A few minutes later, the car driven by Arman arrived in front of a large jewelry store and stood in the middle of the city. Arman immediately went out and opened the door for the beautiful woman.

"You wait here a minute, Arman. There's something I have to take inside and after this we go to cafe X to meet one of my loyal customers" he said, before leaving Arman at the venue.

"Ready, Mistress!" sahut Arman was so excited.

The beautiful woman entered the jewelry store. From a distance Arman could see Mrs Ira was busy talking with one of her employees who were guarding the jewelry store.

"Nadira, later if Mas has a lot of money, Mas will buy a wedding ring in this store. In lieu of your wedding ring that I sold a while ago," she said with teary eyes. He looked sad, especially if remembered where he was forced to sell wedding rings owned by Nadira to cover the cost of their household life.

Not long ago, Mrs Ira came back to her car. He entered and sat in his original position. "Now we go to cafe X, Arman."

"Okay, Madam!" Arman immediately drove the car to cafe X, where Mrs Ira already had an appointment with one of her loyal customers.

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