The Second Marriage of the Widow

The Second Marriage of the Widow
episode 16



The dirgantara regal residence


Anggita is chatting with his parents, because tomorrow will hold a thanksgiving on his birthday, Mami Anggi mother of Angga and Anggita.


Every year they always celebrate the birthday of Mami Anggi and other family members, the tradition of gathering and giving gifts for the birthday.


''Git... How's Safhira doing,? you said the nanny was allowed to go home, Safhira trus who, usually your brother brought the titip here, mami want to go there but the body still feels bad'' tanya Mami Anggi worries Safhira because her nanny is not there.


'' Mami is calm, Safhira is healthy and cheerful now, because she wants to have a new mommy'' said Anggita made her mother surprised.


'' Kok you new the same story mami sih gita, trus Angga every call mami never discussed women let alone the prospective mommy Safhira'' said mami Anggi curious about what he said Anggita.


'' The story is long mi, which is definitely a prospective mother continued Safhira a good person, mami don't worry.gita is very familiar with it'' said Anggita relaxed.


'' You are the secret of the same secret mami sih git, mami want tau gita, indeed your brother can actually move on from Alm Dita'' urged mami Anggi who is so curious.


'' Yes mi.later Anggita tell me the same mami, the story is long but mami promises to support Safhira, in order to have a connecting mother as she wants well, even though Angga brother has not opened his heart completely, but my brother's intention is so wise for Safhira's happiness, we have to support him Anggita told the mother.


'' Yes gita.. mami promise will support the best, continue what they will come tomorrow also bring prospective mothers continued Safhiira''' asked mami Anggi increasingly curious about his future daughter-in-law.


'' It seems like yes mi, because Safhira does not want to be separated and distant with the future mother continued'' Anggita replied laughing happily.


In the house of the house


The afternoon had changed, Angga, Safhira and Selvia were relaxing in the living room while watching Safhira's favorite cartoon, Safhira who did not want to escape from Selvia made Angga gel head made, and the, Angga who geleng geleng kapala realized Selvia who saw it.


'' Why Mr. Angga, whether you are not feeling well, or dizziness, let me take medicine for the father'' said Selvia worried Angga was feeling sick.


'' No via, I'm fine, I'm just confused to pay attention to Safhira who can't part with you, the slightest item, see you guys from last night sticking constantly like stamps'' said Angga laughing to see it.


Selvia was confused to answer Angga, she did not realize how close she was now to Safhira.


'' Oh.iya via tomorrow you follow me well, to the birthday celebration of mami.omanya Safhira, mami Anggita also'' said Angga again staring at Selvia.


'' Yes, Mr. Angga, Mba Anggita has also told to come there, said Selvia did not dare to look back at Angga.


Until they are unaware...Safhira had already slept on Selvia's lap, Angga swiftly approached Selvia to take Safhira and move her to her room.


The three of them entered Safhira's room on the second floor, Angga immediately mambaringan Safhira trus covered her, not forgetting Angga kissed Safhira's forehead saying good night.


Angga turned around to walk toward Selvia who was behind him, Angga suddenly whispered in Selvia's ears that suddenly made Selvia shocked him, his heart seemed to almost jump from its place.


Angga smiled and stood up again as before, because so anxious to see Selvia's expression made Angga smile his own smile on his face.


''Alright..now it's night.you're going to bed soon, you must be tired.''ve taken care of Safhira all day'' said Angga while walking out of Safhira's room.


'' Yes, Mr. Angga, you also immediately rest'' said Selvia nervously confused to answer what.


Angga came out and went to his room to rest, occasionally Angga smiled remembering Selvia's expression, as he approached her.


'' The woman was so innocent, it seemed like the child was frightened as I approached earlier'' Angga's inner laugh, remembering Selvia's shock face as it would be on the prey.


In the morning, Selvia finished her morning prayers immediately making breakfast to the kitchen, Selvia made vegetable fried rice and made toast for the choice of breakfast Safhira.


Selvia was engrossed in the kitchen, arriving in shock with the voice of Angga who was already behind her.


'' What are you doing?'' tanya Angga surprised Selvia, Since Last Night Angga likes to prank Selvia.


'' Astagfirullah Pak Angga, make a surprise'' said Selvia while rubbing his chest.


'' Sorry.sorry.sorry..I have surprised you, how did you two sleep well last night'' asked Angga again, while taking water in the dispenser.


'' Alhamdulillah....Safhira sleeps soundly said Selvia while stirring her fried rice.


'' I will wake him, we leave at 08.00 to my parents' house, Angga said, then leave the kitchen after finishing drinking water.


''One more via.mami is waiting for us and has told us to eat together there, so you don't have to cook a lot Angga said again back to the kitchen, make Selvia back shocked for him.


''Iisshh.. ni nyabelin really popped up.main, fortunately I'm not heart huuuffff''' inner Selvia upset.


Since Angga expressed his intention to make Selvia as a mother continued Safhira, Selvia decided not to talk much to Angga, Selvia did not want more oral interaction with Angga, he said, later it will make his heart more confused and and Serba wrong in determining.


Selvia will consider it mature, Selvia does not want if it eventually ends up hurting both sides, let alone there is Safhira who should not be a victim for the second time


(Selvia was afraid, the widower only needed her just to be Safhira's mother no more. So Selvia did not want to expect much much less dream of becoming Angga's mistress...


that's so far away there's nothing in his memory)


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