The Widow of the Widow

Masak Jago

Next day.

Fema awakens very early to prepare breakfast for her new family.

"Mom? Why is mom in the kitchen? No need ma'am, let me just." The one who just reprimanded Fema is Ms. Sum, the only maid of Juan's luxury apartment. Bi Sum who takes care of the house, cooking even became the nanny of Jerry and Ferdo since childhood.

"It's okay bi. I used to cook. Although it may not be as good as aunt's cooking. Bi Sum did the other one. Isn't that better?"

"But I'm afraid you'll get scolded by you, the newlyweds are being groomed?" Bi Sum smiled shyly.

"What new bride bi Sum?" Fema laughed at herself in her heart.

"It's okay bi Sum. Counting-counting, I help with the work of bi Sum. Never mind. No need to hide." Fema smiled friendly.

In awe of bi Sum seeing this new mistress. In addition to beautiful, authoritative, it turns out this new nyona wants to do homework. Bi Sum passed by to do something else.

Ferdo woke up early as usual. With a lazy gontai step, he descended towards the kitchen, still with his half-closed eyes. Faintly with his lazy eye he saw bi Sum was cooking as usual which Ferdo always saw. However, the teenager did not clarify his vision, so suddenly he hugged the woman he suspected bi Sum. Hugged it from behind.

Degh's...

Fema was surprised. "Is Juan dreaming?" Think Fema.

Fema just stood there. Baffled. "But why do these hands look so small?" Fema immediately remembered her stepson.

"Bu Sum, why is Bu Sum a bit skinny? Diet huh?" Ferdo felt that something was strange. "Bi Sum really smells good. Since when does bi Sum use perfume?"

There was no answer from the woman who resembled bi Sum.

"So he thought I was his nanny bi Sum?" Inner Fema, smile.

Fema, with her motherly attitude, she patted gently the hand that was holding her like a toddler who wanted to ask for a caress from a mother.

"Ferdo, it's Mama Fema." Fema, soft. Hope this boy is not surprised.

"Yyyyyyyyyyyy.." Ferdo was startled, and instantly let go of his embrace reflexively rewinded his steps.

Fema turned around, with the sutile she still held.

"Who-who is this?" Ferdo rubbed his eyes to get his vision back to normal.

"Tanteee?"

"Yes Ferdo. It's Mama Fema. Good morning!" Fema smiled sweetly.

"What's aunt here?" Keto.

"What is this storm?" Juan's voice echoed.

"Pa-papa? Sorry pa, Ferdo was not deliberately hugging aunty. Abis Ferdo thinks bi Sum." With a scared face.

"Suum. bi Suum.." Juan called bi Sum with a high tone.

"Y-yes sir!" Bi Sum was feeling scared.

"Tu, Ferdo. As usual." bi Sum immediately breathed heavily because it turned out to be about Ferdo.

"Bi Sum's!" Ferdo hugged bi Sum as he always did.

"Son Ferdo! sorry bi Sum was busy." Bi Sum stroked Ferdo's back warmly.

"Femaa, follow me!" Juan, short. Sounds like a boss to his man.

In front of Juan's room.

"I'm sorry Ferdo's action. She-indeed always hugs and gets a hug bi Sum every morning. It's been like opium to the boy."

"Oh, it's okay sir. I already understand."

"It's good that you understand... Oia, why are you in the kitchen so early?"

"Can this woman really cook? I'm curious!" Inner Juan.

Drrrr. Fema's cell phone is ringing. Fema smiled looking at the name on her phone screen.

"Excuse me." His love for Juan.

"Hello An?" He answered excitedly, and departed from before Juan.

Juan folded his hands in the chest. "Who called her this early? An? Who's that?" Juan was upset to see it. He went back into his room. "I'd better take a shower."

While enjoying the shower from the shower, Juan again remembered the smile of the spirit of Fema when talking to someone on the phone. "Why am I thinking about him? It's not like I'm. Why am I thinking about it? He was only 4 months with me. "What's? With me? No. gabe. I won't even sleep with him. Let's just say he and his daughter are two people hitching a ride in my house. Yeah, just like that."

Day change day. One week has passed. The morning started to say hello again.

Bi Sum is seen preparing breakfast that has been made by Fema, putting it on the dining table.

One by one of the residents of this apartment began to surround the dining table. This newly built relationship has not undergone any change or progress. Each with his busyness every day, without many words, like not knowing each other.

Marsha was bored. He was eager to get along with his new brother and papa. However, it was like there was no reproach to approach them. Not to mention Fema, who always reminds Marsha to keep her attitude. The girl can only obey.

Juan, Fema, Ferdo and Marsha were already sitting on the dining table chair. Jerry, the boy did not show up for breakfast. Yes, this family is always together at breakfast. Only at breakfast. Likewise, this morning breakfast is only colored with silence.

"Mama.k is old Jerry's sister! Marsha's hungry."

"Ferdo, call your brother." Papa Juan's orders.

Just now Ferdo wants to move, who is waiting to have climbed the stairs to get down. "Morning!" Sapa Jerry's.

"For my sister" Maraha.

"Morning Jerr!" Mom Fema.

Jerry glanced at the two. Looks like he just woke up. I don't know what made him bad today.

Breakfast was calm as usual.

Bi Sum came to bring mineral water and placed it on the table. "Bi Sum, let me just." Fema wanted to serve her children and husband.

"Bi Sum's!"

"Well, Jerry?"

"During this week bi Sum's cooking is getting better. Thank you very much!" Jerry gave his thumbs up to bi Sum. Unknowingly, the entire dining room looked at each other. Bi Sum glanced at his new mistress. Fema smiled shaking her head slowly at bi Sum.

"Yes to Jerry!" Answer bi Sum.

"He's quite humble." Inner Juan, silently staring at Fema.

Yep.. Jerry's the only person who doesn't know that the food he's enjoyed over the past week is his new mama's handmade.

Ferdo and Juan confirmed Jerry's words in heart. It's true, it turns out Mama Fema is good at cooking.

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Somewhere night.

As usual a Juan Barata came home to work always late, when the other residents of the house had fallen asleep.

For a long time he had not seen the state of his two sons while sleeping. The door to the first room belonged to Jerry. Sure enough, this eldest son was cold. Juan confirmed the blanket on Jerry's body.

"Pa.. do you like Aunt Fema?" Jerry asked, who had not fallen asleep.

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