The Widow of the Widow

Where are you Running?

Sorry late up gae😌🙏

We continue yes

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"Sha. papa and your sister are only on vacation for a while, son. Three days alone Sha."

"But papa said, after the holidays will immediately move to grandfather's house! Ma... It's not been four months, why do we have to part with papa?"

"Here, my dear hugged mama" Fema pulled the little body of her daughter, and hugged her.

"Marsha prayed a lot, dear, so that papa will not be separated from us."

"Ma... Marsha doesn't want to lose papa. Marsha wants to be a son forever."

"Ma... Mama dear Papa Juan?"

Deg.

Marsha's question made Fema stunned for a moment.

"Yes, of course Sha.."

"If brother how?"

"Honey, those sisters are already my mom's kids. Of course, my mom loves them too."

"Ma... will the brothers like us one day?"

"Sha. All that needs a process. Maybe, right now my sister doesn't like us. But, as time goes by, they will also definitely like us dear. Believe me, same Mama."

Marsha just nodded in Mama's arms.

"Now, Marsha wait here baby, Mama wants to make warm milk first."

"Okay mama" answered Marsha. The girl is no longer crying.

In kitchen.

As he said, Fema is really making warm milk. His mind fell on the man who was her husband.

"My husband will be gone for three days. Then, shouldn't I go to her tonight?" he murmured in the heart.

"I think I should make him think only of me. Right Fema, it's not wrong. He's going on vacation and there could be a lot of beautiful women hanging around. In order for him not to be fascinated by other women, then all he has to do is make him fascinated by you. And just want you to be his wife." Fema assures herself.

Tok to tok.

Ferdo's room door opened.

"Jerri? You here?" it was Jerry who opened the door, and just popped his head.

"Hmmm" Jerry replied.

"Here, warm milk. Emmm can Mama Fema come in?"

Instead of answering straight away, the boy seemed to think a little. He glanced at the warm milk and his stepmother in turn.

"Please." she replied briefly.

"Sister, what are you doing? Quickly help me." looks like Ferdo is busy putting his clothes in a suitcase.

"Wow. are you busy packing? Why didn't you say?" Fema placed the warm milk glass on the nightstand.

"Just pack this up, don't have to bother anyone else aunt." Ferdo.

"This is mama ajarin. The truth is this!" Fema is taking over.

Jerry just kept watching carefully. "Why is it that getting here, I feel like papa's wife looks sincere?" his inner.

"Well! It's been...!" Fema smiled confidently, having finished the packed event for Ferdo.

"Ehmm. thank you, aunt..!" ferdo said, wrong way.

"Yes.us equally. Look, if there's something that's hard for you to do on your own, tell Mama." Fema smiled sincerely again.

"Ehmmm.." Suddenly, Jerry appeared with a suitcase in his hand. I don't know when the boy went to his room to get the suitcase.

Fema and Ferdo looked at him with innocent faces. "Why look at me? I just want to show you if my luggage has been arranged correctly!" Jerry opened the suitcase in front of Fema.

Ferdo almost swerved when he saw the contents of his brother's suitcase. "What does sister mean? It can't even be called by the arrangement." her inner.

"This is not yet arranged. I just put it down carelessly and brought it here." Jerry's inner.

"This is our first holiday with Papa. So I never learned to pack." said Jerry, intending to make a defense, but no one blamed him.

"Oh, so papa, you guys never take you on vacation? He really sucked. Mama make sure, after this papa will take you on vacation every year" said Fema after cleaning the contents of Jerry's suitcase.

Ferdo and Jerry were silent. I don't know what's on those two boys' minds. Fema just guessed.

"Why? You guys feel uncomfortable hearing that? You two, think that this Mama Fema sounds exaggerated??" No response from either.

"Maybe you both thought, mama will be your mother for a long time. You're correct. We'll be like this for a long time. There will be no such thing as farewell. Mama will remain papa's wife and be your mother for the rest of your life."

Fema grabbed the hands of the two children. Make the two sit with him by Ferdo's side of the bed. "You guys just calm down. Despite being a connecting mother, mama will not seize your happiness. Papa Juan's affection will not be diminished in the least to you, even though there is now a mama with Marsha. Nothing will change. Papa will always be there for you." Fema said her heart.

There was no response from the two teenagers. "Yes already, rest so that tomorrow is not bad luck. Do you guys want to have breakfast something tomorrow morning?"

"Ehmm. I want fried rice" said Jerry with his flat face.

"I also want breakfast fried rice" said Ferdo.

Fema smiled happily in her heart. It seemed like these two handsome teenagers would soon accept her as their mother. That's what Fema thinks.

Fema returned to Maraha's room in hasty steps. He almost forgot to execute his plan. Rush her clean, shampooing bath, then she wears lotion, skin care and thin make-up. He deliberately dyed his lips with a sharper color to accentuate his charm. Ah.. do not forget, the most important thing is to wear black lingerie which is of course very sexy.

Fortunately, Marsha is asleep, otherwise the girl will be confused to see the madness of her mother.

"Well, I already look exactly like a seductress. Ah, but it's okay because the one who's gonna be tempted is my own husband." Fema noticed her reflection in the mirror.

"Alright Fema, let's get excited, launch your action!" mumbling again.

Time shows at 10 p.m. Fema had made sure the three children were already in their respective dream realms. Now, she was at the door of her husband's room with a crazy appearance.

Tok to tok.

There was no response.

Tok to tok.

Still no response.

"Huff! I was disappointed." he muttered, then lowered his head to look at her beautiful body that had been in vain he prepared.

Chequek. The door opened, when Fema had turned around to leave.

Juan who had just woke up because he heard a knock, he opened the door with his sleepy face that auto disappeared instantly😳.

"Hearing the door open, Fema reflex turned again and now her husband's face was presented in front of her.

Juan watched his wife from head to toe. Fema could see clearly, her husband was now swallowing violently while looking at her.

"Emmm.. Papa darling!" sapanya hesitates.

Realized by Fema's call, Juan turned his head in all directions, afraid that his two children would see the madness of his stepmother. Juan quickly pulled his wife into the room.

"What's wrong with you?" Juan again stared intensely at his wife.

"Eh, huh,,? E.... Pardon me! That's. I'm gonna say it"

"What's? Let's just say it!" Juan began to understand his wife's intentions, but deliberately made him misbehave.

"Em.. that... The PMS is gone!"

Jamb. "Foolish words" btin Fema. He lowered his head, ashamed of his own words.

Juan giggled amusedly at the cuteness of his wife.

"Hey.why are you laughing? Am I being funny?" Fema looks disappointed at the insensitivity of her husband.

Juan was still chuckling.

"Yes, I was just saying that. I'll go first, excuse me." Fema turned around to go back to Marsha's room. Besides, he was also embarrassed. It turns out the plan didn't go well.

"Where do you run, baby" Juan clutched the sexy body from behind. "I can't get you out this time!" whispers in Fema's ear.

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