The Rich Widow

Chapter 63

"Boss, we have a new person coming" said one of the women (think of B) said to a tall woman with a big face sangar (think of A).

"really? What case?" ask A with a flat face.

"It was a case of fraud as well as a case of attempted murder" explained C.

Not long after, a warden came along with an elderly woman who was walking with her head down.

"Come in, Miss Ira."

The middle-aged woman who walked with her head bowed was Mrs Ira, who was now officially a prisoner in the prison.

Ira raised her head and looked around the narrow, stuffy and damp room carefully. There are some women who are much younger than him. Who has a bad look and also has a rough look.

"Mom, bo-can I have another room?" Ira said with a stammer. He was frightened and looked at the warden with a glare. Wishing the warden would listen and grant his wish.

"Which room do you want? The next?" the warden replied with a cynical smile.

Ira glanced at a room located next to the cell and it turned out that the occupants in the room looked much more miserable and more frightening.

After weighing up, Ira finally chose the first room. "Yes, just here, Mom."

The door of the cell opened and Ira immediately went inside with hesitant steps. He circulated his gaze and tried to find a safe distance from the senior prisoners.

"Look, C! Looks like we have a new toy," said A with a sneaky grin.

"You're right, Boss! And she said this woman used to be a socialite. He will definitely not feel at home staying here because he is used to eating and sleeping in a good place" replied C.

"But baby, it was all a deceptive result and now we have to be prisoners like us" said B.

The three sangar women walked over to Ira who was still standing in one corner of the room. His face looked pale from fear.

"What do you want?" Ira's shriek with her whole body shaking violently.

"You what?" The A laughs loudly, followed by the B and the C.

"We just wanted to teach you a little lesson, hey, Fraudulent Woman!" reply A, still trying to get close to Ira who is getting scared.

"Don't come any closer! If you dare to mess around, then I will scream. Let the guards come and punish you" Ira said.

The three women laughed. "Punish us? You are wrong, Madam Rich! On the contrary, the guards will be happy and grateful to us because we have taken care of the people to be more obedient and know how the rules are here," clearly the A who was now right in front of him while putting up a terrible grin.

"Don't!!!!"

The three sangar women gave a little lesson to Ira, so he did not dare to mess around again in that place.

Meanwhile.

"Mom, may I have a little coffee. I haven't had coffee in a few days and my head hurts a lot" Arman lamented, massaging his head which really hurt.

"Okay, Arman. It's not like I don't want to give you coffee. But yes, there is no coffee. All the supplies in this house are gone. Sugar, coffee, oil, even rice supplies have begun to thin. While Ririn still hasn't sent her salary to Mom. Do you know, Mother's debt has started to accumulate in the stall," said Bu Ningsih with an anxious face.

Arman exhaled heavily and tried to close his eyes while leaning against the back of the sofa. Wish he could sleep and his headache was reduced.

"Eh, Arman! Don't just sleep at his job. Find work or what, cake, which can make money," said Bu Ningsih.

"Mom, my head hurts. Tomorrow I look for work again" replied Arman with closed eyes.

"Then you eat and drink tomorrow! Today just eat and drink the wind, then" said Bu Ningsih with annoyance.

Again Arman breathed a heavy breath. He opened his eyes and sat up in an upright position.

"There's something you don't know, Arman. Now Ririn is no longer working at her former employer's place. The current employer is very stingy and the salary is a little. Where he said paycheck likes late. That's why now you like to be late sending money to Mom. Where the number decreases considerably," complained Bu Ningsih with a frustrated face.

"What happened to his old employer? Didn't he say his master used to be kind and understanding," asked Arman as he glanced at Bu Ningsih.

"He was accused of seducing his employer's husband. That's why they kicked him out and are now working in a new place" said Bu Ningsih.

Arman doesn't want to chim in. He got up from his position and prepared to leave.

"I go first" he said, then left without shaking hands or explaining where he really was.

Bu Ningsih could only shake his head while muttering. Oh my goodness, Arman-Arman. I should have said cake, where are you going. It's even playing nyelonong."

Arman stepped on gontai. He walked without knowing the direction and purpose. All he had in mind at the time was one. Find a job and earn money to meet her needs.

However, hours later, Arman still hasn't found the job. Arman's exhausted. He chose to rest in front of a shop while enduring a very strong thirst in his throat.

From a distance, there appeared a middle-aged woman who was having trouble carrying her groceries. He glanced to the left and to the right, trying to find help. However, he did not find anyone who could help him.

Until finally the two middle-aged women's netra was fixed on Arman who was still resting in front of the store owned by someone else. The middle-aged woman shouted, yelling at Arman for help.

"Hey, you! Yes, you! Here," he said with enthusiasm.

Arman rushed over to the middle-aged woman. "What's up, Mom?"

"Ehm, please help me. Please help me put my groceries in the car. The car is across the street" the woman said, pointing to her car across the street.

Arman seemed to be thinking with his eyebrows intertwined. After weighing things up, Arman finally agreed to the middle-aged woman's request.

"Good, Mom."

Arman rushed to get the woman's groceries and put them in the car across the street. After successfully helping the woman, Arman intends to leave.

"Ehm, briefly! Here's to you, take it and thank you very much for the help" she told Arman.

"For me?"

"Yes." Yeah." The woman nodded while smiling. He got in his car and left the place.

Arman stared at the piece of money he had in his hand with a smile. Although the number is not much, but Arman is still happy and intends to buy a cup of coffee at the stall across the street.

In spirit, Arman walked quickly across the street. Without realizing it, a truck was driving behind him. Until ....

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