The Rich Widow

Arman Fainted

That night, Mrs Ira was half drunk. It all happened because he drank the intoxicating drink that was available on the table. He began to fumble and did not shyly embrace Arman's burly body so tightly.

"Dear Arman, tonight you have to sleep with me" she laughed, followed by hysterical cries from her friends.

Arman seemed uncomfortable with his position at the time. He wanted to go out and leave the place. However, because he still remembered his promise to Mrs Ira, he was forced to stay and accompany her until the event was over.

A few hours later.

Arman breathed a sigh of relief. The event that Arman said was not useful was finally completed. The moneyed women began to leave the place until finally everyone really came home.

"We'd better go home now, ma'am. Your friends have all gone home" said Arman as he tried to wake Mrs Ira who was clinging to her body with her eyes closed.

"really?" Madam Ira let go of her embrace with Arman. He opened his eyes and spread his gaze throughout the room.

"Yes, Madam."

"You're right. We'd better go home now" said Mrs Ira and tried to get up from her seat.

Just as Mrs Ira was trying to stand up, she suddenly lost her balance. The intoxicating effect of the drink made him unable to control his own body. The woman almost fell. However, it was fortunate that Arman was sprightly and managed to capture his body before falling to the floor.

"Aw!" peekik Mrs Ira.

"Huf! Is madam okay?" ask Arman who still holds the body of Mrs Ira.

"Ah, thank you, Arman. You are indeed great. Had you not caught my body, I might have fallen to the floor" he said, laughing softly.

"Yes, already. Here, let me help you."

Arman rubbed Madame Ira's body out of the place and then headed for the parking lot.

"Please come in, Madam." Arman opened the door and helped Mrs Ira into the car.

"Thank you, dear Arman."

After making sure the woman was sitting perfectly, she rushed after him. Arman immediately drove the car back to Mrs Ira's residence.

Several times Arman glanced at the digital clock on the dashboard. Arman looked agitated as this was the first time he had come home late. He believes that Nadira must be worried about him at the moment.

"After this I will go straight home!" muttered Arman slowly.

After a few minutes, he arrived in front of the luxurious residence of Mrs Ira. Arman rushes to help Mrs Ira out of the car and returns to break her into the place.

While at the bottom of the stairs, they cross paths with one of the servants.

"Bi, please make us a drink. Just like I asked for this afternoon, yes!" he said to the waiter.

The waiter nodded then immediately returned to the kitchen to make his master's order.

"Oh yes, Arman. Please take me to my room. I can't climb these stairs alone" said the woman, still clinging to Arman's burly body.

"Okay, Madam."

Arman agreed to the woman's wishes and drove her to the main room. The most comfortable room among the other rooms in the house.

"Take me to bed, Arman. My head hurts so much" said Madam Ira, holding her head.

Arman nodded and helped Madame Ira. Sit that sexy body to the edge of the bed. After that, Arman intends to go and go home to his simple house. However, unexpectedly Madam Ira held back the handsome man's steps by holding his hand.

"What's up, Madam?"

"Wait a minute. My waiter will bring you a cup of coffee."

"No need, Madam. I can have coffee at home" Arman refused.

Arman did not feel good to refuse the woman's request and he was forced to agree. "Alright, Mistress. But after this I must go home immediately."

"okay." Madam Ira smiled as well.

Not long after, a servant arrived in the room. He carried a tray containing two cups of coffee ordered by Mrs Ira.

"Put the coffee here" said Mrs Ira, pointing to a nightstand beside her bed.

The waiter nodded and placed the tray containing the two cups of coffee on the nightstand.

"You made sure this coffee was on my request, didn't you?" Madam Ira glanced at the maid with a serious face.

The waiter nodded. "Yes, Madam. As per your request," replied the waiter.

Madam Ira smiled widely. "Good then."

After the maid left the room, Madam Ira rushed over to hand Arman a cup of coffee and the other to herself.

"Drink, Arman."

Arman seemed to hesitate. He looked at the coffee given by Mrs Ira carefully. Somehow he felt his heart so heavy and refused to drink the coffee.

"Don't be afraid, Arman. Coffee is safe." The woman chuckled softly.

"Well, if my coffee is not safe!" he continued while laughing. "The reason for its composition is quite different from that of most people. Only the waiter knows the right composition for me."

Arman nodded slowly and he believed the woman's words. "I'm sorry, Madam."

Arman sipped coffee made by the waiter up to the toilet. While Mrs Ira was just watching while leaning on the back of the bed. Arman returned the empty cup to the nightstand while twitching his temple.

"What's wrong with you, Arman?" madam Ira asked with a small smile looking at the handsome man.

"Come, Mistress. Suddenly my head felt dizzy."

"really? Then you better rest here, Arman. Until your condition really improves. It is not safe to ride a motorcycle at times of your condition like this" said Mrs Ira.

"Ah, it's okay, ma'am. It's just a regular headache. I'm sure it will soon disappear by itself."

Arman rose from his position and stood before the woman. "I'll excuse you, madam. Good night, have a good rest!"

Madam Ira bent her face. He seemed annoyed that Arman did not comply with his wishes. The man was preparing to leave the room.

Madam Ira smiled cynically. He began to count, counting the steps of Arman who left him.

"One ...."

"Two ...."

"Ti—"

Not finished Mrs Ira said the word 'three' suddenly Arman fell down in the room.

Brakk!

Madam Ira smiled with satisfaction at Arman falling in her room. He immediately called the waiter over the phone and asked the waiter to call the security guards. Madame Ira needed at least two men to lift the big, burly body onto her luxurious bed.

"Nothing is impossible for me, Arman! I can do anything to get all my wish. Including having you," Madam Ira muttered while looking at that handsome face from a distance.

...***...