The Widow of the Widow

Marsha's

After passing through the drama of heavy traffic while driving the two teenagers home to the apartment, Fema again runs her car.

On the way, he thought about what Maraha was doing? Didn't he interrupt Juan's work? It felt like Fema was eager to catch up, and met her husband and daughter.

"No. I would've had no shame in showing up there without being asked."

Drrrrt.

"Juan? She called me?"

"Ha-helo Ju-"

"Maa. this is Marsha ma.."

"Yes? Why sweetheart?"

"Maaa. come here dong.."

"Haha?"

"Let's go maa. skali-once play in papa Juan's office."

"Darling, papa Juan is at work. It's not good to bother him, son. That's the workplace. Not Sha's playground.."

"Just obey Fema's will.." Juan Sahut.

Byuuurs..

Fema's face is now red.. "Don't mind me going there?" Fema cheered in heart. "Ah. well, I'll be there soon because you two forced." Along the way, Fema did not stop smiling.

***

Currently, Fema is already in front of the door of the workspace that says dr. Juan Barata, complete with his position. Fema doesn't care about that. Right now, his heart is pounding.

"Good day mom!" The greeting of a woman almost made the heart of Fema dislodged from its place.

"Ah.yeah, good day!"

"Why do you just stay here? Not going in? You are in the mom!" Well, this woman knows that Fema is Juan's wife. Although Fema did not wander in this hospital, everyone who worked at this hospital was present when Juan and Fema got married. So they knew him as Juan's wife.

"Well, I'm going in!" Fema walked in a little slowly.

Tok to tok.

"Lake in!"

Chequelek

Fema opened the door.

"Mama..." Marsha runs to greet Fema. They too, hugged. That's what they do every day. Hugging each other when separated and when meeting.

Juan stood up from his seat, as a sign that he was receiving well the arrival of Fema.

"Hey.." Greet Fema with her clumsy smile.

"Hi. please" replied Juan.

"Maaa.. paa..why is that greeting?"

"Huh? Why sweetheart?" Fema asked confusedly.

"Mamaa said the teacher, when we meet we must salim.. Marsha sees her papa mama Marsha's friend, if that greeting kisses her hand. Mama must kiss papa Juan's hand."

Marsha's words succeeded in making the hearts of the two adults race faster.

Marsha pulls Fema's hand and invites her to approach Juan. "Come ma, greetings!" Command again.

Now, Juan and Fema stared at each other with awkward faces. Fema gave the code from the movements of her two eyebrows. As if asking juan "how is this? what do we do?"

Marsha felt a struggle with her papa mama who impressed very slow. He was forced to take each one from his second hand, making the palms of the two now perfectly fused, for the first time.

Don't ask them again about their two hearts. Luckily the boy did not ask Fema and Juan to hug. If so, then both will feel their own heartbeats like they are fighting.

Slowly, Fema leads Juan's hand to him kissed as Marsha requested. As the hand approached with her lips, Fema looked back at Juan's face and subconsciously bit her lower lip, to ward off nervousness. And that provoked Juan's passion. It felt like he really wanted to pounce on the lips that looked like he was teasing it.

Fema's gaze seemed to water the question can I do it? Is that all right? Juan raised his eyebrows, as an omen yes.

Seeing Juan return his gaze, Fema then felt uneasy that at least after this Juan would not be angry with her.

Cup.. Fema landed her lips on the back of her husband's hand.

"Yeeee.." Marsha clapped her hands. Finally, papa and her mama look like a couple of parents in general.

Juan was very happy. As for Fema, the woman looked increasingly clumsy, complete with a red hue that filled her entire face.

"Ehmmm. You two sit down. I'll finish some work." Juan returned to his soft seat. While Fema and Maraha sat on a soft sofa in the room.

Occasionally Juan glances at Fema who is helping Marsha work on PR. Fema patiently taught her daughter that. "She's beautiful" Juan mentioned the two words in her heart with a smile.

Drrrt. drrr.t.

Fema picked up her phone that was ringing. He saw the call coming in on his button name.

"Hello," he replied quietly, so as not to disturb Juan.

"Hello mbak, where else is mbak?"

"Emmm.. I'm in my husband's office! What's up?"

Juan was delighted when he heard that he was called a husband by Fema. Juan smiled a little.

"Look, we just got a notification letter from Mr. Hasan, the owner of the shophouse."

"Wait first. Find a comfortable place to talk."

Fema stood up from her seat. "Sorry Juan, I went out for a minute to talk on the phone." Juan squinted his eyes, giving a suspicious look.

"Follow me!" Juan stood up and walked towards the closet that turned out to be sliding. Behind the closet is a door. Juan opened the door and asked Fema to come in.

Juan returned to his soft seat. "What are they talking about? Why should we avoid?" Inner Juan.

10 Minutes passed, Fema did not come out. "Is he not finished? Who called him?"

Juan's eyes were fixed on his little girl who was asleep. "He's asleep. He must be exhausted" Juan's mind. He picked up the princess and took her to the room where Fema was. In the room there is a king size soft mattress.

As he entered, Juan saw Fema standing and covered her face with both hands. Realizing Juan's presence, Fema immediately gave her a look.

"He's asleep?" Ask Fema. Juan laid Marsha.

"You why?" Juan asked, suspicious of his wife's strange behavior.

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