The Widow of the Widow

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Marsha Agatha.

The girl was staring straight at the ceiling of the room where she was being treated. In his heart he was also grateful, even in this way, but now he was definitely becoming Marsha again. Marsha is loved by her family.

Chequek.

The door opened, Fema and Angel entered the room and saw Marsha lying with her eyes open, and she was looking at them.

A look of longing emanated clearly from the look in those eyes. The girl is seen rubbing both her eyes which are now starting to warm up. After a long time, the tears finally came out of place.

For 13 years living under pressure and the ancama of an old man forced him to grow into a person who can only hold back feelings.

Not infrequently, the old man hurt her just from crying. The strange old man was furious when he saw Marsha's tears.

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A little Fema ran over to her daughter. “Sayang .. My dear child ... My marsha... “ Mama can no longer continue her words. The woman was crying hugging her daughter.

“Maaaa ... Mama ... My mother.” is the only word Marsha can say between her sobs.

Mami Angel chose to go back out of the room to give time for the mother and child to let each other miss.

“Darling, despite all this, you're okay, son? You grew up so well, didn't you, baby? Why don't you, baby?” mama Fema seemed to want to check if her son's body was fine without any defects. That made Marsha even more sad, given the many scars on her body.

Marsha decided to keep it a secret from the family. He could not imagine how they would react when he learned of the pain he had experienced while away from his family.

Marsha nodded with a crying face. “I'm fine Ma!” he said with a trembling voice.

She hugged Marsha again.. “Thank you for coming home well nak” mom hugging tighter. Afraid, if this daughter, disappeared again.

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“Ma... Where is Papa?” ask Marsha later.

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“Papa here babe!” a familiar voice suddenly sounded.

Marsha and Mama turned to the origin of the voice.

“Papa!” Marsha reflex wants to get up from her lying position. “Aaaaaw..” he grimaces because of the pain in his stab wound.

“Shaa ... don't move much first baby!” mama and papa said at the same time.

Marsha spread out her arms, welcoming Papa Juan who was approaching her. Seeing his daughter's longing gaze made Juan step quickly with his tears that he was now unable to bear.

Greeep's.

Now, the two of them hugged each other tightly.

“Papa ... am I still Papa's daughter?”

“What kind of stupid question is that? You've always been Papa's only Princess!”

“I really-very miss Papa.”

“Iya .. yes dear ... already, do not cry again well.. papa here.” Juan did not forget to kiss the love of his daughter's head. “papa is very grateful because you have come home dear. thank you!”.

Marsha nodded in her father's arms.

Mama Fema who witnessed the two, could not help but feel the urge. Again he rubbed his eyes which were filled with tears.

(My daughter is still the same.she really is my Marsha who is very close to her father. The one who wasn't even his real father.)

The warm embrace was over. Juan looked at his wife who was not stopping to wipe away the tears. “Mama dear, why? Are you sad that I look more loving to your daughter? Ha?” Juan approached his beloved wife giving him a warm hug as well. “Just calm dear mama, you remain the most important.”

(Papa could, it's good to see them loving each other like this. Mama is lucky, has Papa Juan who loves her very much). Marsha.

“Pah .. thank you, you still love Marsha,” said Fema, then returned her husband's embrace.

“She's my dear daughter.My daughter is the only one among the 3 princes. Of course I love him so much!"

Fema nodded and further tightened her embrace. It had been a long time since he had hugged Juan like that.

"How about.. The two of us, go to my room for a second? My little one misses his place dearly.” Juan's whisper, and certainly not heard by Marsha's ears.

Juan did not expect, his silly invitation received a good welcome from his wife. Coincidentally, Marsha was treated at the Hospital owned by her Papa. The two also say goodbye to the girl and ask Ferdo and the gang who are still at home waiting outside with Mami Angel, to accompany Marsha.

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Time for the Hot Games to begin.

Not surprisingly, the private room next to Juan's workspace as the number one person in this famous Hospital, became the second room for couples who are no longer young but increasingly HOT, as well, Juan and Fema have a lot of change of clothes that they purposely place in this room, for emergency needs.

(Yesss. This is what I'm waiting for from you, dear Fema). Inner Juan, behind a smile teased him.

Mama Fema really proved her point. From start to finish, he led the battle nimbly and Juan was very satisfied. Fema hasn't been like this for a long time. Finally, his spirit returned after 13 years disappeared because he thought about the whereabouts of his daughter who was somewhere. This activity is often done, but it is on the initiative and desire of Juan.

Marsha's return revives Fema's life spirit. No more burden on the heart. He thinks, his main obligation to the husband must be done to the maximum from now on. “Sorry all this time ignored you dear.From today, I will do this one task with all my heart.” Fema said in between their hot activity.

Juan was only able to answer with a nod because he was just busy enjoying it. In his heart he was grateful that his wife had returned to what she used to be.

SKIPS.

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Melina.

The girl, in a hasty step, stopped by Marsha's room after returning from campus.

“Melinaa!” Marsha called her best friend's name as soon as the name owner appeared from the door. As if he did not care about the existence of others, Melina split the crowd of people who were guarding Marsha, then rushed to hug her best friend, crying a mouthful. “I'm so worried about you!” he said, along with crying.

Ferdo and the others glanced at each other. Mami Angel, the woman has gone from there to meet her socialite friends.

(It turns out, she was this dear to my sister) Ferdo kept staring at Melina unknowingly admiring the girl.

“Hei... stop crying Mel.. Your idol is watching you cry. Aren't you ashamed?” Marsha comforts her best friend.

Melina simply shook her head and continued to hug Marsha's body.

(I wasn't looking at Melina, but I was looking at you Sha). Of course it's Ethan EL-Yared's inner voice.

Drrruuut.Melina's mobile phone that she puts anywhere near her and Marsha gets a call from the contact name “Ayahku”.

Melina ignored him, and it made the five men who were there now stare fixedly at the screen of the phone.

😯😯😯😯😮

Apparently, the wallpaper attached to the screen of Melina's phone is a photo of herself with the Idol. Who else if not Ethan EL-Yared whom he greatly admired.

The five friends stared in disbelief at the phone. 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

Galih, Arnav and Tomi, like slowmotion's style of throwing eyes at each other, then the three begin to shift the focus of their eyes towards Ethan and Ferdo together. The two men clearly showed different faces.

Ethan seems relaxed, although he may initially flinch in silence. However, after thinking about the fact that he was the Idol of many Eve, he took it for granted. Perhaps, Melina's mobile phone is one of the thousands or even millions of mobile phones that use photos of herself as wallpaper. That's what he believed.

Unlike Ethan, FERDOOO is inflamed. As if feeling the heat all over his face, now that face was red. The man himself did not understand, why this strange feeling he had to feel. Melina was no one to him. Melina was just an ordinary girl pacing around her lately.

(This girl is indeed talented in ruining my mood). His inner.

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Next day.

"Haiy..." Ethan greets her with a flower in his hand.

(Please don't smile like that brother, I can't see it)

Marsha welcomes Ethan with a mediocre facial expression.

"Did you know me before?" Ask Ethan.

"Hmmm.." Marsha nodded.

"really?"

"Of course I know my sister. You're the one who's been patient teaching me how to play the piano."

(What? he said brother? I'm not your sister.I'm your future husband!). It was Ethan's inner voice, of course the man was free to say anything in his own heart.

"Yes, thank you for remembering me Sha." Ethan smiled warmly, then handed the bucket to Marsha's hand.

(I know how you feel about me, brother, but please, stop that feeling. I'm really not your type. You..liked beautiful women, whereas I, I was just a girl full of scars on my body. I'll make sure you run away from me if you know the truth).😔

Marsha looked at the beautiful flower in her hand given by Ethan, with a smiling face even though her heart was crying.

(Did I like him too? Am I in love with Ethan? No. I can't fall in love. I just need to have my family. Enough of them to have me).

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Brendan.

Thanks to the reader. 🥰🥰