The Virgin Widow of the Solehah

Chapter 35. Disagree

Today was a weekend and Akram deliberately did not go to work because the man wanted to see what Adinda would do with her little daughter. Mrs Ramindra was a little suspicious of the behavior of the son who had been very crazy work but somehow, for some reason, suddenly today the only child who already has the title as a widower was seen coming out of the room with clothes until home-style.

A blue t-shirt with 3/4 denim pants covers a little of the protruding muscle on the legs. His hair was neatly arranged with a mist, smiling brightly when no one was in front of him. Of course, the mother increasingly felt suspicious if the arrival of Adinda in their home had made her polar son began to melt the melted ice everywhere.

“You don't work, son?” asked Mrs Ramindra who was walking to put the morning newspaper on the table.

Akram turned to give a smile accompanied by two eyebrows that go up and down, “Where according to Mama my appearance, already ok yet?”

Mrs Ramindra frowned, feeling confused by the question of the son even though the widower had never questioned about the appearance of him at all. ‘What is my son tambet yes or last night the dream of the fall of Angel?’ madam Ramindra's mind is in my heart.

“Mama asked, why did it even get? Doesn't Mama want if your son who has been widower for two years is glimpsed again with another woman? Or Mama is more keen if Akram horse to rust?” The man raised his eyebrows as if he were talking to someone else.

The huft!

The mother instead answered but instead exhaled into the air so violently, it was as if his son's question just now was something unreasonable and would be an additional burden on his head that was already starting to feel tired.

“Since when did you start thinking about women, hem? Didn't mom make blind dates for you? Don't you pretend to be amnesiac, Akram? It even seems like you've offered more than 20 virgin girls to be your daughter's mother and you always have a reason to refuse! Mom is tired of hearing it.” The middle-aged woman left Akram who was just a pony with a finger scratching his head.

“That was it, Ma. If now it's different, What if mama mate Akram with Bundanya Caca?” the man followed the mother to the dining room as they were about to have breakfast.

Just hearing the sentence spoken by her son made Madame Ramindra stop her steps, turn her body and look intently at the face of the one-child widower.

“Don't say you're in love at first sight against someone's wife! Isn't that what you consider Caca's mother?” Mrs Ramindra narrowed her eyes as if probing, if what was in her mind since meeting the victim who was hit by her son, it was, he saw and could feel that Akram was like a teenager who was going through the Puberty phase.

Akram did not answer, the man raised both shoulders and passed past his mother, the widower had no morals! Both his eyes even widened perfectly accompanied by a smile, at once his long and level legs were getting faster after seeing two other generation women were chatting merrily at the dining table.

“Holeee, Caca spun child.”

Muach!

Muach!

“Mother is also pinta; and Caca is getting lovable Mommy!” the spirit of the child while holding both hands on the neck of Adinda.

I was envious to see the princess giving a brief kiss on the left and right cheeks of Adinda, making the man without two women realize that he was standing pursed his lips because Caca rarely treated him with such spoils.

Ekhem!

“Good morning, Adinda. How did you sleep last night?” Akram asked with a look back on his original mode like a dry, stiff and flat Kanebo.

Adinda turned her head and saw Akram who was pulling one of the chairs right in front of her, “Alhamdulillah sleep I was not at all disturbed by the presence of Caca,” he replied briefly.

“Oh yes Sir, I would like to thank you once again for accommodating me stay here but it seems less ethical if I linger in your house. So I want to say goodbye because God willing, later in the afternoon I will go home to my husband again,” he said by developing a friendly smile.

‘Because I have to finish my business with Mas Reza in accordance with the agreement we signed together,’ he continued in his heart.

However, Akram showed a changed face. “I disagree!”

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