The Widow of the Widow
Wants Mom Made
Mahendra and his three grandchildren were already sitting sweetly around the dining table.
"Why don't your mom and dad leave the room? Are they hungry?"
"Grandfather, let Ferdo call you cake!" Ferdo volunteered and was taken in by Mahendra. However, just as the boy was standing from his place, Juan appeared along with Fema.
"Papa... Mama..." Marsha welcomed the two as usual.
"Hey Sha... " Juan touched his daughter's head. Mahendra was amazed to see the gentle attitude of Juan, his own son who seemed strange in his view.
'Since when has my cold son changed his attitude? He looks warmer now!'
Juan and Fema were sitting in the next chair.
After the family gathered, the butler began directing his comrades to bring the food they had prepared, as was Mr. Mahendra's custom. If he is already in the dining table chair then his servant can put his food on the table.
One by one the menu of cuisine arranged in such a way. Marsha and Fema were surprised to see a lot of menus and looked very tempting. Not to mention the servants who served them more than two people. Even now, to put food on each plate will be served.
"Grandfather, why is there so much food?" ask Marsha.
"of course, baby, in this house is not only grandfather!"
"Excuse me," Fema stopped the servants' duties.
"Yes madam?"
"Let me continue. You can serve yourself for dinner." said Fema, friendly. The servants were seen glancing towards Mr. Mahendra and the old man nodded his head. The waiter stepped back from the table.
Then Fema served her little family like she always did.
'I was not wrong to make him a son-in-law. It seems that Iriana did teach him properly! I hope she can be a good mother to both of my grandchildren.'
"Pa..... Which one does papa want to eat?" ask Fema to her father-in-law.
"Ah... just give soup and fried fish Fem!" Fema also gave the menu according to Mahendra's wishes.
The family enjoyed dinner for the first time in the big house.
The servants were still standing in place, neatly lined up with straight views to the floor. Marsha felt strange and noticed all of them, including Bu Sum was also there.
"Grandfather, do we have to be guarded while we're eating?" marsha asked out of curiosity. No one can talk while eating.
Ferdo - Jerry was now highlighting him with a sharp look, as if he was intimidating.
"Much asking." (Jerry )
"Aren't they afraid of being scolded by this old man?" (Ferrom).
"Mr Princess.it's their job. They will serve when we need something even while eating." replied the grandfather, explaining.
"Grandfather, don't they eat? Aren't they hungry like us?" Marsha asked.
"Sha. just eat. Don't ask too many questions." (Fema).
"Honey, they'll eat when we're done" (Juan).
"But Papa, didn't Papa know that they were late to eat could get sick?" Marsha asked from a medical point of view considering her father's profession as a doctor.
"Yes.right. Could hurt. Papa almost forgot" (Juan smiled then glanced at the father)
"Marni," Mr. Mahendra called out the name of the butler.
"Yes Sir!" head down.
"Please enjoy dinner with everything. From now on, there is no need to serve us while eating. My granddaughter this one seems less comfortable."
"But Sir" (Feel bad).
"What's wrong. You eat. If you eat late you can all get sick. Is it the Princess?"
"Yes grandfather," marsha nodded vigorously with her wide smile.
'Mahhhh.. Princess Sir? it's totally inappropriate!' (Ferrom).
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On the eve of sleep, the servant brought warm milk to his master.
"What is this milk? Not delicious!" Jerry put his glass very roughly into a tray that was still held by his personal servant.
"Sorry Young Master, I'll do it again! Excuse me, sir,"
"I want to make my mom"
"I want to drink my mother's hand. Didn't hear?"
"Alright Young Age"
"Oh my God, why is my Young Master so chatty?"
The Ferdo Room.
"Who did this husband make? Why doesn't it feel the same? Replace. This is not delicious. Too sweet."
"Good Young Master"
"Make what feels like mama."
Fema-juan's room.
Fema knows something. "Darling... what about the kids still waking up well? I forgot the warm milk for them."
"They have their servants dear. That's good for reducing your work."
"Yes too. Okay, we better get some rest"
"Dear mom, did you forget the warm milk for your husband? Don't sleep yet.Give me the warm milk now" (Taking off his wife's body).
"Dear daddy. Don't be naughty.."
"I just want to enjoy my warm milk" Juan's hand began to slip into his wife's shirt.
"All right, dear papa. do as you please"
Tok to tok.
"Shit.. who would dare interfere with my pleasure!" Juan let out a rough breath and opened the door.
It was two servants.
"What's wrong?"
"Sorry to bother you, sir!" (subject)
"Yes, you are really bothering me"
"So what's up?"
"Em.. Mr. anu.."
Fema also followed her husband out of curiosity.
"What is this reward?"
"Good night, madam, sorry to interrupt"
"Speak.don't just apologize" (Ketus Juan).
"That's. kids, want to drink warm milk made by mistress!"
"Oh?. Does that mean Jerry and Ferdo?" fema asked excitedly, taken in by the two maids.
"Really madam!"
"Oh, why didn't you say that earlier? All right, I'll make it and deliver it soon."
The two servants resigned themselves.
"Well, I'll make you some warm milk first.." Fema is moving fast. However, he stopped his steps. He turned around half-run towards Juan who was still in his place. Hugging and giving a short kiss on her husband's lips.
"Honey, I'm so glad the kids need me. Wait inside.. The kids have to run around first to be safe. Okay?"
"Cissshh" Juan smiled, then nodded.
3 Minutes later, Fema steps up the stairs to her teenage daughter's room.
"*Okay baby, you two are my babies who will always drink my milk. Let's just say I'm breastfeeding you both.. That way, the attachment between us will get stronger. I believe the two of you are getting comfortable with me as your mother's replacement.
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Connect*......
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