The Widow of the Widow
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Sorry guys. The new authority was up because of the number of jobs that asked to be prioritized. Hehe😊
We continue yah😉
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Fema sees Ferdo and Jerry already in front of the door of papa Juan's room. The two went back and forth like irons, without intending to knock on the door.
"Sister. Come on knock on the door. You as a brother must be brave." Ferdo.
"I knocked, but you got in first?" Jerry.
"Ehmmm.. Why are you two? Just pacing around like an iron!"
"Emmmm aunt. Papa. ask us to go to papa's room." replied Ferdo. While Jerry, just shut up and glance at his stepmom.
"Come in. Papa wants to tell you something fun" said Fema, intending that the mood of the teenager could melt away from the tension.
"Huh? Aunt sure?" Jerry.
"Don't you want to be angry?" Ferdo.
"Let's prove it if you don't believe it." Phema.
Tok tok tok tok
"Dear father.."
Jerry: 🤨🤨"Since when did papa and auntie have a call dear?"
Ferdo: "Papa sama aunty really no progress.
The two teenagers stared at this confused stepmom of his. They also wondered if both parents were living in the same room.
Because there was no word from Juan, Fema opened the door of the room that turned out not in the key.
"Come in. Maybe you're in the shower." Both children also complied. Fema moved her legs towards her room and Marsha with smiling lips.
A few hours later, it was dinner time.
It could be counted on the finger how many times this little family had dinner together, since these two families were united.
Fema and Marsha were already sitting sweetly waiting on the dining table chair.
"Papa.." call Marsha when she sees Juan approaching them.
"Yes Sha." replied Juan, smiling warmly at Marsha and glancing at her next to Marsha.
I've been looking at Gebetan anyway, my own wife too.
Soon, the two handsome teenagers joined the dining table. Jerry - Ferdo who usually shows a flat face and is often bent to clarify the aura of dislike, tonight looks different. Whether what injections had been given to the two people, for sure, seeing this left Marsha a little confused.
"Sister... Why do you look happy?" ask Marsha, in her true innocence.
Hearing Marsha's question, the two teenagers looked at her instead. "Secret" Jerry replied, and returned to flat mode.
Marsha: 😌
"Jerr. if you talk to your sister, don't be so sniffed" Papa said.
"Already Sha, don't ask a lot of questions, and let's all eat this mama's always delicious cuisine" said Fema, melting the atmosphere.
The family enjoyed their dinner too.
"Although it sounds spicy, but my wife's cooking is delicious. He's so perfect. He was beautiful, kind and could do many things" said Juan, praising his wife in his heart.
Skips.
It's time to drink milk before bed.
Arrived in front of the eldest's room.
the tok tok tok.
Cklek, Fema opened the door.
There's no kid inside.
"Jerr. Jerr's milk." There is no lawfulness. Fema checked the bathroom, but there was also no flat-faced teenager.
"Ah. she must be in Ferdo's room" Fema immediately headed for Ferdo's room.
Tok tock..
Chequek. Close the door again, because there is no occupant.
"Why aren't the kids in their room? Are they out? Yes, it will be later." Fema stepped into her husband's room.
Tok to tok.
Ceklek, the door is open.
"Ferr's? You're in papa's room?"
"Yes, as you can see" replied Ferdo cuek.
"why? Auntie mind us both in papa's room?" continue in the heart.
"Who's Jerrr?" ask Juan from the inside.
"Tante Fema pa" replied Ferdo, making Juan spontaneously move from his place.
"Why not go in, dear mama"
Pyuuurr. Fema's face was red. He felt flowery.
🤨"Papa?" Ferdo cried out to call the name of the father in his heart, hearing the call of the dear mother from the mouth of the father. He stared at the face of the father next to him.
Fema gave the code to juan through her eyes who glanced at Ferdo at a glance.
Of course Juan understood his wife's intentions. "Ehm... Fer, let's get the milk. Wait what else?"
"Ah.. i.ya pah." take the milk glass."
"All of you bring in papa and Jerry's" Ferdo brings in all three glasses of milk in one tray.
"Yes already, I. back to the room first yes. pa.pa saayaang." Fema paled to Juan with her pajama face. "I'm crazy, I'm still groggy in front of him." 😒
Fema walked away without waiting for her husband's answer.
"Hey.wait!" Unexpectedly, Juan caught up with Fema and immediately restrained his wife's arm.
A phema? How's the lady doing? Right. His heart is now back pounding.
"Eh?" even breathing was difficult just because of the touch of the husband's own hands.
"Come, come with me" Juan and Fema came down the stairs with Juan's hand still holding his wife's wrist.
Fema looked at her hand that was being pulled by Juan. "Geez, I feel so happy" Fema cheered inwardly.
Arrive in the kitchen which is already dark. Juan's steps stopped. He turned to face his wife.
"Ki.ta.ta.. would you.. nga..pain?" ask Fema.
"Like this. I want to be like this for a while" said Juan, slowly. He smiled and pulled the hand of Fema, which he still held. Juan, hug Fema's body.
SERIATE............
