The Widow of the Widow

The arrival of Jerry

Tok tok...

Chequek..

The handsome Jerry Barata opened the door and immediately looked at the face of a woman who recently made her flat face occasionally with a small smile.

Fema thrust a tray for Jerry to pick up one of the glasses. The boy took it without saying anything.

"Ehm. said your servant, you want warm milk made by mama.." (Fema, in her PD tone, teases Jerry).

"I didn't say that." (Jerry is acting unacknowledged)

"Ah the beneeer?.." Goda Fema.

"Why am I lying?"

"I'll admit it if it's Jerr.. Mama doesn't mind"

"Make him not good."

"After all, isn't that aunt's job?"

"And it's only natural that a child wants food or drinks made by his mother."

Uhhhu...

Jerry, the kid doesn't realize what he just said. His firm speech managed to make the heart of Fema race faster.

"Okay, all right, that's a natural thing. Come in and rest." tell Fema. He's really happy at the moment. "Finally, the boy will definitely accept me soon. I'm very sure.."

Back in the room, the cold teenager was like an iceberg, gulping down his warm milk.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaa. hmmm. mama's make is the best." The boy dropped his body onto his soft bed by lying on his back.

"Mamaa... Mamma... Mamaa?" Jerry muttered, repeating the word mama with his mouth.

"It's hard to call him by that name."

Now, Fema was right in front of Ferdo's door, with a smile that was 100 times more fluffy than before. How not, he had just obtained an additional positive energy from the eldest son.

After knocking on the door, the owner opened it.

Fema's beautiful face was immediately greeted by the wrinkled face of the handsome Ferdo Barata.

"Why is aunt smiling?"

The unstable child thought Fema was laughing at him.

Fema did not answer anything, but merely thrusting a glass of milk at the second Young Master. The boy took it and did not forget to thank him. At least, although always jutek, the child still has manners, tau grateful.

The days pass so quickly. The time of the martial arts match followed by Jerry will be held 3 more days. There has been no significant development in the relationship between Fema and the two children. Although every night the woman was never absent to make and deliver warm milk for both.

From the attitude of both, Fema can understand that the two teenagers did need Fema but not as a mother but only as a reliable maker of warm milk. Like a salesman who has a regular customer. But the difference here, Fema is not paid.😑.

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The Boutique.

Time shows at 11:00. Just now, Juan told Fema that he would pick up his wife for lunch.

Tok to tok.

"Lake in!"

Chequek.

It turns out that the one who came was Jerry. Fema stood up from her seat.

Jerry approached and stood face to face with his stepmother. Mama's work table as a barrier.

"Jerri? The tumben? Sit son!" (Efforts to look relaxed)

"No need. I'm just here to say something."

"Yes?" Fema is nervous.

"Why does aunt lie?"

"What do you mean Jerr?"

"Aunty said she'd wait for us to receive my aunt. Why should you say that when your aunt finally leaves us!"

"Jerrs... Mama-"

"4 months, right? Means 1 week's left?"

"Who said? Jerr.."

"Can aunt wait any minute? I'm the same Ferdo is still trying. Stay with us and stay as papa's wife. Keep the promise aunty... aunty said want to be a mama for us forever. just be it.. Don't go..!"

Jerry, the boy spoke with a trembling tone, looking straight at his stepmother's eyes, as well as his pitiful face.

Fema approached the boy and took both of his hands. "Darling, Mama. never intended to leave! Mama, will remain the same. Become Mama for you, Ferdo and Marsha."

Hearing the confession directly from Fema, somehow it feels like Jerry really wants to cry. Look, her tears just came out of place. Seeing that, Fema ventured into hugging the child. No protest, no rejection.

After feeling enough, Fema wiped the naughty tears that disturbed the firstborn's good looks. "Hey.your body is even slightly taller than Mama's. Why are you so whiny!"

Jerri shook his head. "I'm not crying. My tears are all coming out!"

Drrruuut.

"Yes, dear Papa?"

"Let's go"

Tuut tuut tut's..

For a moment, Fema regained her annoyance towards her phone.

"Jerr, Papa and Mama want to lunch outside. Would you like to come?"

"No need. I'll go with my friends and coach. Three more days I'll be performing in a martial arts match!" (flat)

"Okay baby, mama remembered. Well then, mama first well, papa you can't wait long."

"Yes, I'll be out in a minute. It's okay, am I here?"

"Yes, you can be here for anything." Fema then left carrying her happy feelings🥰.

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Seriate.

Guys.. wherever you are, keep your health.. 😊😊😊