The Widow of the Widow

The One (Fever) Prince

Ferdo and Fema get off the car that leads them to attend the match that will be followed by the eldest Barata family.

Many pairs of eyes were staring in amazement at Fema who looked so beautiful with sunglasses perched on her nose. Ferdo who understood the gazes of the people on his mother felt very disturbed. Ferdo casually clasped Fema's mama's hand, like a little boy afraid of losing his mother.

'What? Now he's holding my hand?'

From a good distance, Jerry saw the arrival of Ferdo and Fema. "Why not present? Is papa gonna be late?"

After all the supporters and families of the participants of this event have been present, the coach asked the participants to approach their families and supporters. Jerry approached his mother and sister. The arrival of Jerry and some of his school's representative friends was greeted by cheers from his supporters.

"Friends, we're counting on you. Hopefully we can win" exclaimed the school envoy supporter.

"Jerr.. sit here," Fema gives Jerry a seat in the middle between herself and Ferdo. Jerry sat between the two.

Looks like Ferdo objected to that. He stood up from his seat and asked his mother and brother to shift and then the boy sat back and now Mama Fema was in the middle of Jerry and Ferdo. "This is only true" he said cuek, then again enjoy the candy stalk that still lives in his mouth. Fema and Jerry just shook their head over Ferdo's silliness.

Indeed, Jerry is not so familiar with the mother because the child is indeed a little quiet. But, Fema tries to make the boy feel that he is there for Jerry and will always support him. "Group Jerr?" ask Fema.

"A little nervous" the boy replied.

Slowly, Fema touched the boy's palm, and sure enough, her cold hand signified that she was very nervous. Fema hopes that her touch can provide warmth and eliminate her child's nervousness a little.

Although Jerry did not say anything and just stared straight ahead, Fema was sure that her son could feel the warmth he gave her through the touch of his hand.

Time continues to walk now it is Jerry's turn to perform, but the waiting father is not yet present. "The spirit is dear, you can definitely" said Fema cheering. Jeri too, nodded.

Just as the boy was about to step into his war area, suddenly his shoulder was in someone's grasp.

"Papa?"

"Continue boy.. papa it's not too late, right?"

Jerry nodded with a smiling face.

Tension filled the whole body and soul of Juan and Fema. Both of them felt pain when they saw their eldest son get a blow from his opponent.

"Darling.. will our child be okay?" Fema seems very worried.

"Hopefully he won't do anything. I'm also very worried."

The match that was followed for 3 consecutive days was finally finished as well, Jerry managed to win 1st place and bring pride to his school. Fema and Juan were also proud of the first son's achievement.

After receiving a medal wrapped around his neck, Jerry was given the first chance to say a word.

"This medal, I present to all of me who have given the opportunity to learn about this event." The boy seemed to be breathing out.

"And the second, I, from this place want to thank the two parents who gave me their full support. From here, I want both my parents to stand in place."

With mixed feelings, Fema da Juan stood up from his seat following Jerry's request. The child who tends to be silent is now talking with a fairly long sentence.

"The two of them standing there are my parents" he explained, introducing that the couple standing was both parents. "Father, Mama, thank you very much" he said again with a trembling tone.

The audience cheered. Juan and Fema clenched both hands giving long-distance greetings to all eyes staring at those who happened to be the center of attention.

Fix, from now on, Jerry will call the woman "mama"

To celebrate the success, Juan treated Jerry and his friends, supporters and their martial arts coach. Currently they are all in a famous restaurant that certainly serves good food. Everyone enjoyed the food happily.

Next day.

The Barata family gathers for breakfast together. However, the crown prince did not come down from his small palace. Who else would not be the ice block prince of this family.

"Dear mom, where's your son? Tumben hasn't come down for breakfast?" juan asked, not finding the whereabouts of Jerry, who is usually this early in the morning is definitely in a neat and fresh condition.

Grandpa Mahendra who heard that shook his head in astonishment. "Cih. used to be getting divorced soon. Now what? She treated Fema like a woman who had given birth to her ancestors. You're really Juan. Why do I feel like you're the 2-child stepfather?" his inner.

"It's possible that he still dreams of his victory yesterday" Mahendra said.

"Oh, maybe" Juan continued, santui.

"But I feel bad. I'll go to his room first." Fema went to visit Jerry after putting various dishes on the dining table.

"Jerr... tumben's still asleep?" Fema approached the boy.

"Maa... Mama...."

The boy called to his mother with his eyes still closed.

'Which mom called you? I, or ... was dreaming of her mother?'

"Jerr. mama here baby.."

Fema touched Jerry's head which turned out to be very hot.

"Darling, you're sick!"

"Mamaa..." Jerry opened his eyes.

"Darling, you call me papa first!" Fema was about to leave, but her hand was held by Jerry. "Ma.. don't go..."

Incidentally, the eldest son's personal servant was on leave, so no one had informed Fema of the Young Master's condition.

"Mama, sit down first. accompany me."

'So, the mama he meant was me?'

The boy closed his eyes again, holding the hand of his stepmother.

"Sleep again Jerrr"

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