The Virgin Widow of the Solehah

Chapter 93

‘I'll just go in because I'm sure that Adinda didn't lock the door!’ akram's determination was in his heart with a hand that was already holding the door knob and started to open it slowly. But the body of the widower immediately stiffened when he saw a scene he had never seen in his lifetime.

How Akram's entire body did not freeze when he saw a woman who had always closed all her aura, suddenly only seen wearing a towel wrapped around part of her body, he said, moreover, the black hair of the girl decomposed dripping crystals until some were seen falling dripping onto the floor of the room and Akram could only open his mouth wide because he never thought if Adinda was like an angel come down from heaven.

‘Giila .. it turns out Adinda is really very pretty!’ Akram could only swallow his saliva and blinked his eyes repeatedly to make sure, if what he saw was not a ghost so-called events that came down from the sky or maybe from another realm, but it turned out to be a babysitter for her daughter who had never shown her body shape.

Akram closed the door again slowly for fear of being known by the woman occupant of the room. However, it was unlucky for Akram because the mother had just seen her closing the door of the widow's room slowly.

“Akram! Have you persuaded Adinda to stay in this house and apologize to her?” madam Ramindra asked with a frown as she saw Akram shaking his head.

The middle-aged woman was of course confused because the son was clearly seen just coming out of Adinda's room, then what did he do to not talk? Madame Ramindra's brain works quickly in thinking about what might have happened just now.

‘What do not-do Akram even do rough with Adinda?’ inner Lady Ramindra again felt curious until finally with a little push the body of the son to get away for himself into the room of the nanny of his grandson.

“Assalamualaikum Adinda, can mom come in?” mrs Ramindra asked after several knocks on the door of the young widow's room and opened it a little without waiting for a reply from the nanny.

The sister who was in the room of course immediately recognized the voice of the lady Ramindra and unperturbedly approached the door by just bending her head because she was afraid that someone else would follow the woman that middle-aged.

“Loh, this is you really only use han —” greeting mistress Ramindra cut off just like that when he saw the appearance of Adinda who was only wearing a towel covering part of her body.

The woman who had given birth to Akram, of course, immediately remembered the attitude of the son he had fought when he came out of Adinda's room slowly with a little sagging, like a thief. Even the middle-aged woman can still remember How the color of the face of the Son who looks red-cloaked like he is holding back shame and misbehavior. The bad thoughts of a mother who has given birth to her child can of course be easily guessed at what her Son has seen.

‘Oh so this is what Akram sees! You brat, not directly apologizing but even like a thief who is afraid of being caught by running away before taking responsibility for his own words!’ the inner mistress Ramindra who refers to her son's behavior, but has become a father but is still childish.

“Iya, Ma, coincidentally Dinda just finished bathing after just cleaning clothes to take back home to the village!” answer Adinda as is while handing her index finger on a suitcase that looks full of clothes and also equipment that she has.

“Ap-what? So you're going to go home?” tanya Akram who involuntarily reflexes in Adinda's room when the girl still looks the same.

Agh!

Dinda screeched the histeirs while running into the bathroom as Akram entered her room