The Widow of the Widow

Packed

After the departure of Grandpa Mahendra, Juan and Fema stared at each other.

"Pa... How is this?"

"Just calm down baby.he won't force us apart." replied calmly.

"REally?..."

"Yes, we'll tell Papa about our feelings soon. Let's explain it well. There's Papa's going to be pleasure."

"You're so PD."

"of course. He forced us to get married!.." Juan approached Fema and hugged her. "Well... How is this? The children's grandfather asked about the grandchildren. How about we-"

"Hus... You are well.. Isn't what we do all day enough?"

"Not enough. come on. come on. once again baby..."

"No..."

"You rejected your husband?"

"I'm not afraid my husband is bored. Daahhh" Fema leaves Juan for Marsha's room.

"Look at him. How can I help the kids pack up if my time is just for him?" Fema shook her head thinking of Juan's greed.

In the Car.

Grandpa Mahendra called his best friend, Iriana.

Drruuut.

^^^"Halo Iriana^^^

"Yes Mahendra..What's calling me?"

^^^"Iriana.

"Who are you talking to this time Mahendra?"

^^^"Who else would it be if not my son and your daughter!"^^^

"Ah? What's with them?"

^^^"You remember? They were against that match!"^^^

"Continue?"

^^^"It looks like they're in love with each other. I saw them hugging. Lucky your daughter refused Juan's invitation. Otherwise, they would both stain my old eye"^^

"Hahaha..you're this. Then why are you angry?"

^^^"Yes, obviously I was angry. initially they acted like they were going to get divorced as soon as possible. Now, it seems they are inseparable. I feel played. How insolent!"^^^

"Hey... Mahendra. I think it was me who made them fall in love.!"

^^^"What do you mean?"^^^

"So, the story is like this.."

Iriana tells about a trap warm tea given to Fema and Juan while in Tarakan. Apparently, the old woman was the mastermind of the first night of Juan and Fema that night.

Mahendra laughed and listened to the story of Iriana.

"It turns out you're smart as well as my friend.I'm happy, at last they committed to being together. Hopefully, my two mischievous grandchildren will be able to accept Fema and Marsha as soon as possible Iriana.."

Maria expected the same. To be honest, the old woman was very worried about the fate of her son and granddaughter. However, after hearing this news, he felt uneasy.

"Marshaa, finally, you have a father. Grandma prayed, so that your papa mama can be fair in loving you three." Looking at Marsha's photo.

"Hopefully they live long." she said.

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After changing her clothes in sleeping pajamas, Fema went to the kitchen to make warm milk as usual.

"Well, let's get some warm milk."

Tok tok...

"Jerrr.."

Chequek.

"Oh, he didn't lock the door?"

Fema is in. "Jer.. Have you slept?"

Jerry didn't say anything, just shut his eyes. Actually, he's not asleep.

"Well, I expected it. He's not done packing."

Fema also took the initiative to pack Jerry's belongings located near his two suitcases that were open in an empty state. The boy lost his appetite for packing after getting the uncomfortable reality.

Ferdo surrounds the spacious apartment in search of his stepmom.

"Ah...Where is he? What's in Papa's room? Aissh why is it so hard to pack that stuff?" Ferdo grumbling.

Seeing Jerry's half-open room, Ferdo just walked in. Fema was looking for him from earlier. "So mama's here?"

"Yes? Ferdo?.. He called me mama, right?"

"It turns out auntie's here? What brother asked to pack his things?"

"No. Mama drove her warm milk and watched her fall asleep. Maybe he overslept.

"Basar the son of the ungodly. I must be pretending to be asleep!"

"I'll wake her aunt."

"Eitt's... Don't. let it be. It's about to be finished, too. Oh yeah, that's your warm milk. Just drink while you're here, Fer."

"No, I want to drink it in my room. I'll just wait in my room." Ferdo left the room empty-handed. Hopefully, her stepmother will come to her room.

"God this kid.. Then why didn't he take her to his room? What would it feel like if he had brought it himself?" Smilingly.

In Ferdo's room.

"Well, I've lived for over 12 years. Why is it that out of all the lessons that go through my brain, I can't put my own clothes together in a suitcase? Shit, why haven't there been any lessons about this during my time at school?" Ferdo kept taking swears in his suitcase. Not to mention her clothes were very much what she wanted to pack. Everything was scattered and mountainous on the floor.

"Fer....? what's wrong with you?

"Eh, aunt...!"

Fema could say nothing more about this situation. Looks very messed up. Ferdo himself has been bathing in sweat. This room is full AC.

"Here son, drink the warm milk first. Mama will help!"

"Thank you aunt..!"

Ferdo grabbed his warm milk and gulped it down beside the bed. Then he dropped his body on the padded pad. "Tante, I'll lay down for a while."

After saying that, Ferdo fell asleep.

Fema looked at the quiet face of the son.

"Lay for a minute, she said??"

Fema picks up the tissue located on the nightstand. It was heartless to see Ferdo sleeping in sweat. He also wiped the naughty sweat that bathed his son's face.

"What dream am I, suddenly having two handsome sons. Sleep, son, you may be very tired after dismantling the whole contents of your closet."

"Well Fema, let's get this mess over with!"

Tok tok, "Ma.. are you here baby?"

"Yes, as you can see! Wh why? Want to help with the packing show?"

"No. I want to kidnap you!"

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Seriate...

Enough 2 parts today guys😊...