The Widow of the Widow

Wrongfully Kira

Juan is waiting for Fema to come out of the boutique. The man leaned back in his car by folding his hands over his stomach. Not to forget, sunglasses perched on his nose are quite sharp, increasing the level of good looks.

From behind his glasses, he saw the woman coming out of the boutique with small running footsteps. "Look at my wife's smile.

see me?"

"Why run..? Did someone throw you out of there?"

"Pope dear. sa. dear" Fema smiled increasingly sweet. She even hugged her husband tightly.

"I guessed it. You miss me. She's so blatant in public right now?"

"Let's get in the car. Your workers are watching your actions." Juan felt uncomfortable being a free spectacle.

"really? Ah... well, let's get in the car first something I want to tell you."

Back to Jerry.

The teenager was staring at the family photo on the table of Mama Fema.

"Truely said Ferdo, he posted this photo!" smiling reveal. Then Jerry rubbed one of the faces on the photo.

"Mama.."

"Ma.mk"

"Yama"

"Should I get used to calling her mama?" muttered.

Turn to Marsha's face.

"Why should he give me a sister like this? Sok cute, spoiled anyway, just watch out he troubles me when I grow up. Don't let my father ask me to be a good brother and have to look after him like a princess." Jerry was still muttering and this time half grumbled.

In Other Positions.

"What's? The boy... So he came to you and said that?" Juan almost lost control of his car's steering wheel which slightly again hit the sidewalk in his surprise. "It's hard to believe a quiet child would say such a silly thing" he murmured.

"What's? Daddy, baby, you're saying ridiculous? Sweet times pah. she's so sweet." Fema smiled imagining the handsome face of the eldest son.

"You happy?"

"Yes..even very happy.."

"So that's why he came to me while running? With his PD I thought he missed me so much! Sillier"

"What about Ferdo?" ask Juan.

"The boy did not go with his brother"

"wait. He'll come to you and say another silliness."

"Cssshhh.."

"Dear mom, are you saying this?" protestations.

"Hehe..✌ Papa dear!"

"Smart.that sounds interesting"

After filling the middle village, Juan drove back his car and took his wife to the hotel.

"Dear, what are we doing here?" Fema stared confusedly.

"What is true? It's still high day!"

"But my little brother suddenly missed his lair."

If so, what can Fema do? Just according. Isn't this for the sake of the continuity of their household's biduk as well?

In the same room as that one.

"Pope dear there-there, we have our own room in the spacious house why else should be here just to make love!"

"Honey, there's no interference. In our room, it's full of risks. Whether it's kids, whether it's waitresses, it's really annoying!"

"The reason.where have children been bothering us all this time!" (stalk tone)

"Ssssuuut... shut up. let's start.. I just want to enjoy alone time with you baby..."

Juan approached his wife. Not wanting to waste more time, Fema followed her husband's play.

"Dear mother, I seem to have become addicted to you" Juan whispered.

"That's good, dear Papa, so you won't want another woman and just want me."

And. ah. closed. Othor couldn't see what they were doing.

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Elsewhere.

Ferdo just came out of the school gate. Uncle Edy picked her up with Marsha.

"Why else would you ask for Uncle Edy's pick-up?"

"Papa asked for brother.. Isn't he uncle?" The driver also confirmed.

"Alright then." said Ferdo.

Uncle Edi returned to drive the car.

"Eh... bear's friend, can you play music?"

"Can't brother,"

"if you want to be my sister, you have to be able to play music like me."

"Huh? Does that have to be brother?" Marsha furrowed both of her eyebrows.

"Yes, I have to."

"Well, brother, Marsha will learn!"

Foolish with other things, for the sake of recognition as a sister, Marsha must be willing to do whatever the sister says.

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Connect first ges...

Thooorrr! He said there was conflict. Whereabouts?

Hehehe... ✌ is not yet in this part. Patience ya🤭