Widow Sama The Duda

Heartbreaker

"Where, La?" mrs Herlin asked while tidying up Laila's hair.

Laila money stood in front of the mirror watching her face. Her hair that was already shorter and was being groomed by Ms. Herlin, felt lighter and tidy.

"Enak Ma'am" replied Laila.

"Well, as a woman you have to be smart to take care of yourself. Your face and body are assets" said Ms. Herlin.

The asset? Laila suddenly thought that she would be sold. That's probably why Ms. Herlin made Laila more beautiful. But calm down, Laila tried to be as calm as possible. He does not want to accuse. Moreover, Ms. Herlin acted at the request of Ms. Indah.

Not suudhon, La. Yes, Bu Indah wants to sell you. Relax, you are skinny anyway. No one wants to buy you, the meat is small.

Laila tried to calm herself down. He still smiled as he watched his face from the mirror reflection. Sometimes he looked at Ms. Herlin, finding out if there were any strange signs. But until now, Ms. Herlin looks fine and not suspicious.

"Where else are we going, ma'am?" ask Laila.

"We went to the cafe. Your mother's waiting there. He said he'd introduce you to someone" Ms. Herlin replied.

Your mum? What I mean is Miss Laila. Then that someone? Who mean? Laila was really scared. His mind is already very bad.

"Hey, are you okay Laila?" mother Herlin asked when she saw Laila daydreaming.

"Ah yes, Ma'am. I'm fine," replied Laila nervously.

Just as Ms. Herlin started the car engine, Laila immediately held onto her stomach while stirring.

"Excuse me to the toilet first can ya ma'am?" ask Laila.

"Oh yes," replied Ms. Herlin while turning off her car engine again.

Laila took out a stone that was quite large in size and stored it in a bag. After all, Laila had to put up a fight if her bad thoughts really happened.

"His biological mother Bagas aja can leave him that way. Her real mother loh. How's Miss Laila? I've only known him for a year now" murmured Laila.

"Well from the toilet?" ask Ms. Herlin.

Yes, the stone search mission was indeed by pretending to go to the toilet. Otherwise, Laila has no chance. Herlin's mom has been holding her since she left the salon.

"The base is simple to carry," said Ms. Herlin when she saw Laila holding a bag on her lap.

"That's okay, Mom. Holding aja. Not heavy," said Laila.

"It's not heavy. It's just a book. If you bring a heavy new stone," replied Ms. Herlin, shaking her head.

"Well, did Mom go to school with a stone?" ask Laila nervously.

At once Laila felt that Ms. Herlin was a psychic. How could Ms. Herlin know that there was a stone in her bag. Is it possible he saw from the spy? Or is there a cctv connected to the phone? Laila started to panic. Afraid that his plan for self-defense will be exposed.

"There was. That's a STM kid whose hobby is brawling stuffed bags instead of books. If not a stone, then a knife. Emmh if not usually scissors or anything like hard objects for brawl," replied Ms. Herlin.

"StM's son, right, Mom? I am a child of manners" said Laila defended herself.

"Yes. Catering children bring the most dough" replied Ms. Herlin with a laugh.

Laila laughed because she could breathe. Finally, Herlin did not suspect him. It was all just a coincidence. But even so, the fear never goes away. Shown already if he will be sold to an old fat om-om.

"Haii," cried Ms. Herlin as she saw Ms. Lovely standing in the parking lot.

"Finally came too" said Ms. Beautiful as she greeted Ms. Herlin with a hug.

"You just arrived?" ask Ms. Herlin.

"Udah from earlier. Willfully wait for you here," replied Ms. Indah.

"Oh, sorry it's late. But what's the outcome? Satisfying?" ms. Herlin asked while showing Laila the change so proudly.

"Geez, Laila is so beautiful." Beautiful Bu really looked at Laila in awe. "Eh come-ayo. I want to know you to someone," continued Ms. Beautiful while pulling Laila's hand.

"Laila's ashamed, ma'am." Laila tried to give an excuse.

"Come on. We're all the same. You're my son Laila. Don't be ashamed" said Mrs Beautiful.

Laila had no other reason to follow Beautiful Ma'am. But it's okay, there's a stone in the bag. There are lots of cafes, after all. Laila's shout will make the visitors help her if something she doesn't want happens.

"Known, it's Laila." Lovely Mom smiled kindly at a man sitting down.

As the man wearing the red shirt raised his face, Laila was immediately gobsmacked. Suddenly his lips widened, throwing a smile at the man earlier while extending a hand.

If the om-om is handsome like this I want. It's okay to sell it to Ms. Lovely. Free is okay, Mom.

"Laila," he said.

"Haii, Good." The man returned Laila's hand while introducing her name.

"Good?" laila asked in surprise.

"Yes. Is something wrong?" ask the man.

"Ah, no-no. There's nothing wrong" Laila replied nervously.

I don't know what makes Laila suddenly look very sympathetic to the opposite sex. It certainly makes Bu Indah feel disturbed. In addition to not allowing Laila to date, the man in front of her already has a future wife and will soon get married.

To prevent Laila from being heartbroken, Ms. Beautiful immediately explained her goal of introducing Bagus to Laila. Good is in need of various kinds of cakes for the wedding party. In addition to the dishes at the party, Bagus also wanted to give small setoples of cakes as gifts when guests attending his wedding came home.

Not without reason, the late parents of Bagus were acquaintances of Bu Indah first. They're pretty close. And as Bu Indah knows, if the couple is very fond of cakes. One of his favorite cakes is a cake that is often made by Laila.

"You can, right?" ask the Beautiful Mom.

"Oh yes, Mom." Laila immediately nodded her head.

Well, even though I thought he'd be fooled by me. It fits, lost Bagas grows Good. But baby, my life story is not as good as Korean dramas. Buuu, your son is heartbroken. Om-om his handsome already has a candidate.

Laila began to realize that she had started puberty. It turns out there are more feelings for the opposite sex. Laila used to think that feeling was more for Bagas. But apparently, Nice makes his feelings much more different than Bagas.

After meeting Bagus, Laila also buries her intention to become a virgin for the rest of her life. Instantly her fear of marriage disappeared in the earth. Although it turns out his hope to marry a handsome and rich man was also lost in the earth.

"Let's talk again. Now I have to pick up my future wife first" said Good.

"Send your greetings to your future wife" said Ms. Indah.

"Every aunt" replied Good.

The three of them saw Good who had already left. Then Bu Indah saw Laila who was sitting lethargic.

"You like him, don't you?" ask the Beautiful Mom.

"Anyone doesn't like the same handsome man as Om Bagas? It must be a rich man, right?" laila.

Ms. Lovely shook her head when she saw Laila's innocent reply. Then Bu Indah's eyes were fixed on the bag that Laila looked bubbling.

"What did you bring?" ask the Beautiful Mom.

Laila could not hold the hand of Ms. Indah who had already grabbed her bag. Bu Indah's eyes widened when he saw a large enough stone in his bag.

"Do you want to go to school or brawl?" ask the Beautiful Mom.

Laila simply shook her head while trying to cover her flushed face.

"You're a babysitter or an STM kid?" ask Ms. Herlin.

"That's Mom, I deliberately picked up the stone because it was mules. My mother said in the village so as not to mules on the road yes have to pick up stones," said Laila.

"But not so big this time either, La. Yes, yes, you are. I have long lived in Jakarta is still a village ritual carried around. What does this have to do with trying mules on the same stone? Unless the stone is inserted into the anus," grumbled Beautiful Mom.