The Rich Widow

Chapter 62

Arman stepped footily into the grounds of his parents' residence. He looked lethargic and uninspired. Seeing her son arrive, Bu Ningsih rushed over.

"How, Arman? Did you manage to persuade Nadira to come back to you?" asked Bu Ningsih with such enthusiasm.

"Yourf!" Instead of answering his mother's question, Arman continued his steps into the simple house.

"Arman, did you hear me say no, anyway?" mad at Bu Ningsih.

"Yes, look, Mom."

"Then why don't you answer Mom's question?"

"Shortly, Mom. I'm tired, let me breathe first" replied Arman, dropping himself on the front room couch and closing his eyes.

Ms. Ningsih smiled cynically. "Breathe! You weren't breathing, were you?" stumble with annoyance.

Arman opened his eyes again. He looked at Bu Ningsih who was now also sitting on the sofa with a sad face.

"Mom, all my plans have failed. Nadira refused to come back to me and chose to marry another man who was much richer. Look, I was invited to their wedding" Arman said, handing Nadira an invitation card.

"What's? Denied!" pekik Bu Ningsih's. The middle-aged woman immediately grabbed the invitation card very roughly. He then read the writing written there very seriously.

"Then what about you? Are you going to keep going like this, Arman?!" continued Bu Ningsih with round eyes looking at Arman.

"Yes, how else, ma'am. Give me time, I'll find a job" said Arman softly.

"Hhh, what job? He also became a laborer again. That's acceptable, if not? Yeah, so unemployed! Poor Ririn, the burden increased again," said Bu Ningsih while grunting in annoyance.

He got up from his position and walked into the kitchen.

"Mom, please make me some coffee. I'm thirsty, I haven't drunk anything since" Arman asked with a parched face.

"There is no coffee! Sugar is gone too!" sahut Bu Ningsih while continuing his steps. Upon arrival in the kitchen, Ms. Ningsih immediately grabbed sugar, coffee, tea and so on and put in the closet. Not to forget, he also locked it so that Arman could not take it.

"If you want to eat and drink well, it works! Let you know how Ririn struggles in the land of people," muttered Bu Ningsih himself.

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Nadira and Andrew's wedding day arrives. A wedding that was very well done. Nadira dressed like a queen, so beautiful and elegant with a wedding dress that he designed himself.

Andrew did not lose. The man looks so handsome with an expensive tuxedo wrapped in color matching the wedding dress worn by Nadira.

Even Amara, the beautiful little girl did not want to miss. She wore a dress that was almost similar to the mother's dress, but with a simpler size and design and fit her petite body.

Amid the festivities of Andrew and Nadira's wedding, a pair of eyes have since monitored the couple's happiness from a considerable distance. He is Arman. The man sat at one of the guest tables in the far corner.

The man mingled with the many guests present at the party. A party attended by guests from above. Because he felt inferior, Arman also chose the table.

Arman noticed Andrew's extended family who are now taking pictures on the wedding with the couple. Not to miss her only child, Amara who looks so happy with them. The little girl even looks so close to Mr. Bian, who is now his grandfather.

"That's lucky for you, son. May you always be happy and be a successful child. Never forget Dad, yes, dear," he murmured again with teary eyes. Even some of the crystal spheres managed to escape from the corner of Arman's eye.

After being satisfied to see the excitement of his ex-wife's wedding party, Arman also intends to go home without saying goodbye to anyone. He walked away, out of the magnificent building. However, his steps were suddenly restrained after hearing a tiny voice calling out to him from behind.

"Dad! Daddy!"

Arman turned around and crouched down and ready to welcome the tiny body that was now running towards him. "Marara, son!"

"Dad!" exclaimed the little girl who then hugged Arman's body so tightly.

Arman's cry broke. The man sobbed while hugging his little princess. Seeing her father crying, Amara immediately broke their embrace.

"Why are you crying?" he asked while wiping Arman's tears very gently.

"Dad cried happily, son. I'm so happy to see the happiness of you and your mother" said Arman.

Suddenly Laras came and stood right in front of Arman. "Mas Arman" he said.

Arman smiled wryly. He rose from his position and lifted up Amara's tiny body and carried her.

"Laras, please don't tell me about my presence to Nadira," he said, handing Amara over to the woman.

"What's the matter, Mom? Nadira won't be angry anyway. She must be happy to see Mas Arman at her wedding" said Laras.

"No! No, I'm ashamed." Arman breathed a heavy breath.

"Mara, don't be naughty, yeah! Be a good boy" said Arman, gently stroking his daughter's head.

"Ready, Dad!" she answered with a sweet smile.

Before leaving, Arman kissed Amara's little cheeks and said goodbye.

"So, you don't want to see Nadira?" ask Laras again.

"Yes, no need." Arman waved his hand then resumed his steps out of the place. Amara and Laras were still staring at Arman's back which was getting away with a sad look.

"Mas Arman?" Budi, Laras' husband came over. He stood beside Laras and stared at Arman's departure.

"Yes, Mas. That's Mas Arman" Laras replied.

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