The Widow of the Widow
The Mama Boutique
Sorry Author just got up gaes.
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Tok - tok..
Fema knocked on her husband's door nervous.
Chequek.
Juan opened the door.
🤨"milk for me?" Juan asked.
Fema nodded.
"Tumbens?" inner Juan.
"Can... I come in?" Phema.
"Oh. please..."
Fema put the glass on the nightstand.
"Emmm. don't forget to spend the milk before going to bed. It can make you sleep well" Fema said.
Juan nodded. "Thank you!" said it.
"Emmm. Today, I'm so happy. Because the kids gave me something as a gift. I. feel very happy to accept it" somehow, Fema explained it to Juan. However, the next second he immediately disappeared behind the door carrying his heart pounding incoherently.
Juan was happy because Fema wanted to share her story with him. Even if it's just a small thing. But, he regretted that his wife had just left him alone in this room.
"It's all my fault because from the start asking him to stay in a separate room. Fema.I'm sorry for my annoying attitude at the beginning of our marriage." Juan could only regret it.
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Next Day.
Juan came out of his room to the kitchen where his wife was definitely there.
Upon seeing Juan's appearance, Fema smiled in greeting him.
"Geez... Until when do I have to be tormented to see his smile without being able to touch it?" inner Juan.
"Good morning, papaaa!" said Fema, walking towards her husband who was standing near the dining table and was looking at her.
It seemed, Fema's confident attitude had returned.
She was getting closer to her husband. Getting closer, and hugging him.
"Where was his sleep last night? Wakeless right?" asked Fema, after taking off her embrace. While Juan, just sculpting with a heart that like to jump out of place.
"Wahhh. I could have a heart attack if it continued like this." again - again Juan just sat in. He was eager to drag his wife into the room right now and hold her accountable for this arbitrary treatment.
"Sit down, don't just stand up." Fema is preparing breakfast for her little family.
tap...
The three children came down the stairs at the same time. As usual, Jerry and Marsha have been seen neatly in school clothes while Ferdo is still with his pillow face.
"For pa. ma. aunty." they said together. Don't ask who mentioned aunt.it is definitely two handsome teenagers.
"For my children." said Fema smiled warmly, with natural sincerity, not contrived.
The three children sat in their own places.
The five members of the family enjoyed their breakfast.
"Ehmmm pa. aunty. I have something to talk about. I'm waiting for papa's aunt in the room!" Ferdo stood up from his seat and ran to his room. Of course the boy had to hurry because he had not prepared yet while the others were already neatly prepared to leave for school.
In Ferdo's room.
This teenager has been wearing his school uniform in a state of fresh after bathing.
Tok to tok.
"Lake in!"
Papa and Mama Fema opened the door and entered.
"What do you want to talk about, boy?"
"Em... look at it. Our music group will take part in the race and papa mama of my friends is very enthusiastic. They agreed to sponsor us. I feel bad that papa and Aunt Fema aren't involved." Ferdo.
"Well boy.. Then, what do you want papa and mama to do?" ask Juan.
"Costumes.we want uniforms that will be worn when performing later."
"Okay, baby, mama will arrange the costumes for you" said Fema excitedly. His brain was already thinking of a cool appearance that would amaze the audience later.
"Truly aunt?" Ferdo.
"Yes. mama will design it for you. How about after school today, you drop by my mom's workplace?"
Ferdo nodded excitedly.
"But. agree first, you should not call aunty in front of your friends" said Fema, and asserted by Ferdo after scratching his head slightly.
So, what do you have to do, if your mama has taken over the uniform you mean?" ask Juan.
"Papa. You only need to prepare the cost only. let mama prepare the plan. How's it? Agreed?" said Fema, deliberately look friendly in front of Ferdo.
"When did they call you papa mama?" ask Ferdo in your heart.
"Alright, that's a good idea" Juan replied.
Ferdo cheered in his heart. As it turned out, talking about this wasn't as scary as he thought.
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It's late afternoon. Fema sits in her swivel chair by moving right turn and left turn.
He was nervous waiting for Ferdo and his friends to arrive. Yep.. Fema is happy to be able to do something for the son.
Faced with his son was nervous, especially with his father try?🙊
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On its way.
Mr. Edi drove Ferdo to Fema's boutique. Not to forget Jerry was also in. Other friends follow their cars from behind, where friends are also escorted by their respective drivers.
"Uncle. Is that right, Aunt Fema works at this boutique?" Ask Ferdo to the driver.
"To be more precise, the mistress is the owner of this boutique son Ferdo." replied Edi.
"Ooooo.." Ferdo's mouth was rounded while looking up, highlighting the three-story boutique that was being visited by many of the women.
Soon, following the five friends 1 the music group, and Ferdo invited them in. While Jerry, and Mr. Edi are just waiting in the car.
The arrival of Ferdo and his friends was welcomed by the boutique keeper who had previously been told by Fema.
"Please come with me sisters, I will take you to the mother's room upstairs." take the woman.
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Tok..
Chequek.
Door opened.
"Excuse me ma'am, the kids have arrived"
"Oh. ask them to come in" Fema stood up from her seat to greet Ferdo and his friends.
"Good afternoon aunt.." greet the children, salute.
At first Ferdo was just silent, but finally he greeted his mother, he continued, "Good afternoon, maaa" he said. Ferdo precedes his friends to shake Fema's hand.
Well, for whatever reason, Fema is very happy.
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Seriate.
Guys, I'm sorry to those of you who have been waiting.
Thank you very much still reading🥰
