Widow Sama The Duda

Discontact

Not wanting to be drawn into his grief and regret, Chef invites Laila to refocus on their work. Laila just complies. Until finally it was good to see him during the break.

"Good day to my future wife" said Good.

Laila and Chef who had just sat down looked directly at the source of the sound. Good looks who stood in the doorway carrying a canned drink.

"What is my father doing here?" ask Laila.

"What's going on here? Yes want to meet my future wife dong," replied Good with full confidence.

Actually it's all nice to do just to notice to Chef that from that day on, Laila's not alone anymore. Seeing Good's attitude that Laila had not responded to, Chef held back a laugh. Unable to be laughed at by the chef, Bagus immediately pulled Laila's hand and held her. Take him away from there.

"Sir, sir, this is sick." Laila tried to escape from Bagus.

It was good to let go of Laila and look at her. Making Laila look down because she was not strong enough to look at the eyeballs of Good. Angry and disappointed in the heart of Good made the man with the status of widower clenched his hands and left.

"Sir, sir," call Laila.

Laila immediately chased after Bagus and clasped his hands. When he had not looked at Laila's face, Nice had a smile. He was happy if Laila finally sensitized and realized his mistake.

"Why did you become such an ambush anyway? I wonder if my husband is aaya kayak like this boy?" laila.

A Good Smile disappeared without a trace. Leave a frown on his forehead until he has to shake his head. It turned out that Good had misjudged, Laila was not sensitive at all.

"Whatever," said Good.

"Kok whatever?" ask Laila.

"It's up to you to think I'm a kid or a dizzy, too. It is difficult if the same woman plates your kayak," said Good while grunting annoyed.

Laila pursed her lips. He stared at his own buttocks and held his chest. It was good to be confused by Laila's attitude.

"Well, what are you like?" tanya Good.

"Yes sir I am indeed a plate. Not like a Jakarta woman" replied Laila.

"meaning?" tanya Good.

"Yes, Jakarta women are not my kayak plate, sir. Similar violin, spanish guitar." Laila answered with a sense of insecure.

"Jeez Laila. Why go there anyway? Ah, dizzy I'm just like you." Nice to scratch his head that didn't itch and pass away leaving Laila.

Laila frowned then walked faster in order to compensate for Good's move. Until finally Laila followed Good into Pak Jacob's room.

"Why did you come here?" tanya Good.

"Indeed, can't the wife-to-be follow the suaminy candidate?" laila said with a smile.

Good looking at Laila. Suddenly his chest fluttered. Ah, Laila's spoiled speech made her really flower. It was good not to think that Laila could finally be a dreadlocks as well.

"So dong. Don't make me sprain" said Good.

"Yes, but you don't get angry with me. Later old cepet. Our son's father is confused what is his grandfather" Laila said with a laugh.

Circumstances that make Good can only be sculpted. On one hand, Nice was happy when Laila talked about the child. What Good expected was the same as what Laila thought.

Although Bagus already considers Hasna and Kayla his son, but honestly Good also hope if he still wants to have a biological child from Laila. His own flesh. But Laila's joke actually slapped her.

Good age and Laila are indeed quite adrift. Moreover, Laila's body is small and cute, while Bagus' stomach itself has begun to bulge. In fact, they look different in age.

You'll see Laila later. I went back to Jakarta to diet and exercise. Later fitting back to Surabaya you are already tired with me.

"Sir, how can you be dumb? Joking me is crisp, huh? Sorry sir. I was just trying to melt the atmosphere" said Laila.

"Hemm" said Good.

Not yet relieved Good anger, suddenly his phone rang. A call from his office asking Bagus to return to Jakarta immediately. With a heavy heart, Nice said goodbye to Laila.

"But you're not angry anymore, are you the same as me?" ask Laila.

"Yes. I'm pitching a cake shop project!" good Saying.

"Sir, what does that mean?" ask Laila.

"Yes, if you have time to look there. It's a shop for our future, too" replied Good.

"Be careful sir" said Laila.

Good nods. Wanted to hug and kiss Laila's forehead. Acting romantic like a lover in a Korean drama. But the woman in front of him was Laila. It can't be good with Korean drama. The reality will be too much different. Good just rubbed Laila's head affectionately.

After Good left, Laila resumed her work. Although after that incident, Chef became very changed. His attitude is much cooler. But it's okay. Laila understood very well. It's just a matter of time. As time goes on, everything will be fine again.

"Chef, I'm going home first!" laila.

"Yes," replied Chef flatly.

Laila went home without taking issue with Chef's attitude. For him all are the risks he has to face. But the disappointment appeared while on foot, Chef passed by and just turned on the horn. No need to talk to her as usual.

"Prophe Laila, be patient." Laila rubbed her chest and resumed her journey.

When Laila got home, she saw Hasna and Kayla eating snacks that were not in the stalls around.

"Where are you guys from?" ask Laila.

"Dikasih Papa," replied Hasna while enjoying her snack.

"Papa doesn't exist. Go home to Jakarta" said Laila.

"So Mr. Good came here first, La. Take care of the children" replied Bi Sumi.

Huh huh? Passionate about children? It means Good already considers Hasna and Kayla is his son. Though Laila saw if Nice rushed earlier.

Feeling Nice's demeanor was very sweet, Laila sent a photo of Hasna and Kayla enjoying her gift snacks. He was grateful for the care and sincerity of his two nephews.

Unfortunately, Laila's message received no response at all. Even for two days, Laila's phone was quiet. No calls or just messages from Good.

Laila tried to find busyness so as not to think. He went to the cake shop. Look at the progress of the project. Do not forget to capture the moment and send it to Good.

Still the same, Laila did not get any response. Until finally Laila tried to contact Bagus. There's no answer. Laila stared at her phone screen. What was? A few questions swirled in Laila's head.

"Good sir where the hell is it?" ask Laila.

Laila tried to open some social media apps on her phone. He's looking for the latest update Good. But there's no update. Laila scrunched her forehead. Where's Good really?

Is he not going to run away, is he? Pretending to sleep when only fussing? Really mean?

Disappointed, Laila returned home. Only Hasna and Kayla made her mind slightly calm. This incident continued for a week. Until finally Bi Sumi immediately invited Laila to Jakarta.

"Why Bi?" ask Laila.

"Good sir, La. Good sir," replied Bi Sumi.

"Big brother why?" ask Laila to panic.

"You'll see for yourself" Bi Sumi replied.

"Bi, don't worry me" said Laila.

Although Bi Sumi did not hear directly from Laila about the proposal, Bi Sumi already knew it from Bagus. With Laila's panic, Bi Sumi was convinced that Laila really loved Nice. It was obvious that Laila was afraid of losing her employer.

"Let's go!" said Bi Sumi.

Not only Laila, Hasna and Kayla also came to Jakarta. They went to see Bagus whose condition was still in secret. Even when he got to Jakarta, Laila was confused when he did not meet with Bagus.

"Where is Bi?" ask Laila.

"We'll rest first. Tomorrow we meet Mr. Good," replied Bi Sumi.

"But Bi, our goal is to go to Jakarta to meet Pak Bagus. Now," said Laila.

"Tomorrow La. Poor Hasna and Kayla. They must be cape," said Bi Sumi.

Laila wanted to protest Bi Sumi. When she saw Hasna and Kayla, Laila gave up. They do look tired. The Surabaya-Jakarta journey is not close. Laila tried to understand the situation. Even though he had to spend the night worriedly. Occasionally his hands rubbed Hasna and Kayla alternately.

"Papa's prayers yes. I hope your fear doesn't come true. Hope everything is fine" murmured Laila.

Where the hell are you? Why have you lost contact for a week? Turn there is news to Bi Sumi, the news is unclear. I'll be worried.