The Widow of the Widow

Yahh Marsha Sad

"I swear by anything, he's my husband. Why am I falling in love with her again!? Does he have the same feelings as me now?" batin Fema, who was still in her husband's arms.

"Pope, what.... Can I hold you too?" whispered Fema with a hoarse tone.

"Of course, dear" replied Juan, briefly.

The two also gave and received hugs with a feeling that was definitely flowery.

Fema raised her head with the intention of seeing her husband's face. Noticing Fema's gaze, Juan returned the favor. Still enjoying the hug.

Finally, Fema asked "is it just like this?"

Juan smiled and asked back "indeed, other than like this (hugging) what else?"

Fema then released a hug on her husband's waist. Thinking his wife wanted to end the hug, Juan relaxed his embrace. But what happens next is... Fema placed one hand against Juan's neck. "Don't want this one?" fema asked, touching Juan's lips with the other finger. Successfully made Juan more tense.

Juan smiled and pulled his wife's waist back. "Is the PMS already running?" Instead of answering, Juan asked again.

Fema shook her head and replied "not yet clean, maybe tomorrow will" he said, smiling in embarrassment.

"Then, wait to run around, dear mama"

"Goddess.I feel like I'm being rejected. Just waiting for PMS?"

"Okay, let's wait around. Ah, suddenly I was sleepy," complained Fema. Of course it was just pretend, expelling his shy feelings.

"Come, we go back upstairs to rest." Juan pulled his wife's hand back.

"It's hard to believe, we went all the way downstairs just to hug?" fema protest in the heart.

Keesoka.

The situation in this luxurious apartment was normal as usual. The children have arrived at their respective schools, while Juan and Fema as usual are also in their respective workspaces of course.

"Wahhhh.. How is this? Do I have to tell her that my PMS is done? How-to? Did I just go to his office? or.... will it be tonight?"

Fema thought her husband would not have started or asked for it if he had not been aggressive or given her a passcode.

Didn't Juan say that the door to his room would always be open for Fema? Yeah, that's right, so Fema decided she'd approach her husband later that night.

Somewhere else.

Juan seemed to be thinking about that last night. "Ah, funny songgu. Last night I dragged my wife downstairs just to hug? How else, there is no room. Both boys are in my room. There's no way I'm dragging my wife into my son's room. What.. should I take my wife and children to move? Right enough. The apartment was very small for 5 people." Juan monologue at length.

Drrr..

"Papa?" Apparently the one who called was his grandfather's son.

"Hello pa"

"Yes son, how are you?"

"We are all healthy. How's papa himself?"

"I'm certainly not well. Uhuk-uhuk.."

"Gee, don't be tired. Take care of your health."

"Yes, just focus on vacation, don't think about work."

"As long as my two grandchildren can't take my place yet, how can I not think about it?"

"Pa. leave the job to the trust person as usual. Don't push yourself."

"I'll have a lot of rest at home if you want to move to my Juan residence. Instead of letting papa be lonely, get your wife's child to move into our house."

"Okay, pa, we'll move there soon."

"Juan is that really?"

"of course. I never mess around."

The call ended, with a happy feeling in the heart of his father Juan.

In the afternoon.

Juan and Marsha arrive at the apartment. Smelled already the seductive aroma of his wife's cooking.

"Kakaaka.. Mamma.... We are also" as usual, Dedek Marsha will always be excited. Because the mood of his two brothers was good, then the two no longer protested much about Marsha's behavior. Moreover, Marsha has always been attached to their papa.

If you look at the proximity of Marsha and papa, it feels, like two teenagers who have the status of stepchildren here.

That night, the family finished dinner. Before everything broke up from the dining table, Juan gave an announcement. "Marsha, papa will say, tomorrow morning, your father and brother will leave for a holiday during the weekend. After the holidays, we'll move straight to our main house."

Hearing that, Marsha lowered her head with a sad face.

"Eh, little boy. Why are you singing your lips?" ask the original Ferdo, in a tinge.

Instead of answering, the little girl got down from her chair, and ran towards her room.

Here, only Fema understands, what's wrong with her little daughter.

Juan stood up from his seat to catch up with Marsha, but his hand was held back by Fema. "I'll explain to him. You're ready, tomorrow you're leaving, right?"

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Tok tok...

"Sha. it's mama...

Ceklek, Fema opened the door that was not locked by Marsha. Predictably, her little daughter was crying.

"Darling.don't be sad Sha."

"Why ma? Why are you just taking brother? Marsha is also a son of papa!"

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SERIATE..........