The Widow of One Billion

Part 2

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The clock is 04:30 when Mira wakes up. For a moment he spread his gaze around and looked at the sleeping Jack beside him. After that, he rushed to Jack's death without waking him first.

With a hasty step and a look at every corner, hoping no one saw it then, out of the room was the hotel where they combined gair*rah that clapped one-sidedly.

After arriving at the door of the hotel, parked the taxi he ordered online and quickly rushed in, he said as he closed the door.

"Sir, go.”

 

Mira also invited the driver to drive the car according to its destination.

Along the way he was just pensively thinking about what had happened, while looking at the view of the city in the morning through the window of the car he was riding.

Although it still looks dark but the activities of the citizens have begun.

The lights are still on and make the atmosphere more beautiful to enjoy.

‘If it wasn't like this, I would have chosen to walk while enjoying the very cool morning air his inner’ while leaning his head on the back of the chair.

It feels so hard to accept the fact that he's already sold himself for a billion dollars.

But the regret was lost when the funny face of the baby, who always stood in front of the door to welcome him, when he came home from work. It was the happiest thing for him. Seeing the sinless smile on his son's face, made all tired and tired disappear without rest.

Mira also promised in her heart, ‘I cannot be like this, must be strong and always smile in front of Zay' While wiping her tears that do not feel melted on her cheeks.

Without realizing it, the driver always stole a glance through the rearview mirror, pity appeared in his heart and made him dare to ask questions,

"Is non okay?" He said while still focusing on driving the vehicle on the road that looks a little quiet.

"Eh, yes sir, I'm fine,” Mira replied in a nervous tone. He immediately fixed his facial expression to make it look fine.

"Oh yes, Non want to go down where?” The driver asked back.

"Straight sir, later at the end of the front road, there's a right-hand take."

Mira also directed the taxi driver.

Finally Mira arrived at the simple house that had been her residence and once in the room, she immediately dropped her body on a soft mattress.

Feeling his whole body as if it were crumbling.

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes to remove the fatigue in his soul and body. Imagine how she wrestled with a man other than her husband. It is not only his body but his soul.

‘Gosh why my body hurts all?’ his inner.

Slowly his consciousness was lost due to sleep and the roar of breath was regular sign of the owner of the body in a deep condition.

The time for the family to carry out routine activities is breakfast together.

But there is a different atmosphere because the hostess does not want to go down and eat breakfast together, as usual.

"Call your Mama!” exclaim Basrie gave orders to his favorite son-in-law.

The son-in-law nodded at the sign he was following and agreed to the order. He hurried off to call his mother-in-law.

With great care the door was knocked, saying, “Ma, this is Nilam! Can I get in?”

But the mother-in-law in the room did not answer.

Nilam was still knocking on the door, after a while the door finally opened.

"What's up, Nilam?” said her mother-in-law.

"That's Ma, Papa said breakfast together first.”

"Tell your father, I don't want breakfast. Oh yeah, one more thing later in the day I'm leaving!" After saying that, Parida closed the door to her room again.

Nilam was still standing in front of the room door muttering, “If it wasn't for treasure, I wouldn't be like this.

Son-in-law is not a queen but a maid.”

 

Nilam went down and told his father-in-law about what he had heard from his mother-in-law.

Basri heard all Nilam's words without expression. They all enjoyed breakfast without the big lady.

Basrie and Roxy say goodbye to the office, and send a message to Nilam to bring food for his mother-in-law.

After their departure, Parida came out of the room and went down to the living room.

 

"Nilam!” Call Parida, while keeping a branded bag on his shoulder.

Nilam ran from the kitchen direction while answering, “Ya, Ma."

 

He stood right in front of his mother-in-law, and looked from the tip of his hair to the tip of his foot and then, starting to open his voice. “Mama, where are you going?” ask Nilam. He looked very curious about where Parida was going, but he did not dare to ask.

"Mama wants to go out for a while .. But, watch out for you if you say the same to your papa!" Parida also reminded Nilam not to tell if he was going outside the house.

 

Although, many questions are mounting in his mind but, Nilam still nodded obeying the orders of the mother-in-law.