You're Doubling Me for a Widow.

Whiney

Malik stomped, as well as Renita was very surprised when he saw the door knob move, a sign that someone pushed and wanted to open it where the door was not locked again.

They did not have time to lock the door, because Malik continued to whine and it was difficult for Renita to control. Therefore Renita tried to find a way to make her calm down.

Fortunately Malik had begun to calm down and his thrashing passion had been channeled. She hurriedly put on her underwear and immediately ran to the bathroom.

While Renita tidied up her clothes. Someone came in. He was neat.

The one who came was her mother-in-law who was none other than Bu Amelia and behind her Azam's parents and she wanted to say goodbye.

"Mother wants to go home first yes, the baby's henchman and healthy are also good and the mother! I'm sorry I didn't bring her here either!" his mother Azam.

"Oh my goodness Ms. .. Thanks for coming too, I don't expect you to bring any souvenirs! I'm here I'm happy!" Renita hugged the old woman.

"I mean Mom .. Unlike other people bring something expensive or anything-"

"By just coming, I'm happy. Be happy! especially with her prayers that Mother gave, thank you very much," Renita said back to the mother-in-law.

After that Azam's mother came back out after looking at the baby with a happy smile.

Ms. Amelia who is not far from baby Alena continues to look at her face which is increasingly similar to Malik, her son. He seems very anxious.

Malik had just come out of the bathroom and found in the room his mother and wife preparing his clothes, he walked up to his wife.

After getting dressed ... Malik looks neat and fresh. He came out of that room who was going nowhere.

Renita and the mother-in-law are waiting for baby Alena to wake up.

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Azam was hanging out at a coffee shop. And often if both eyes find a sight that makes him touched and also fascinated. amazed by his persistence and spirit possessed.

A woman in a wheelchair but eagerly becomes the waitress of the coffee shop. For the sake of continuing life he said he who does not want to depend on anyone.

Name's Rosita! a beautiful woman who had paralysis from a few years ago and she was abandoned by her husband because of her condition. Because he does not want to trouble others or his parents he prefers to work anything. To continue his life that must go on.

"Sorry Mas, the stall is closing, it's 09:00 p.m!" rosita said to Azam who was still at home there while enjoying a cup of coffee.

"Oh yeah, I'll spend a minute, okay?" so Azam sipped his coffee. "How much does Neng coffee with his snacks too!"

After calculating the nominal, Rosita pronounced it to Azam. "Everything rp20,000 mas."

Then Azam reached into his pocket to take his wallet and spend money amounting to rp50,000.

Rosita immediately took the change. "This is the change, Mr rp30,000!"

"Take it back, Neng. They come here often too!" he said Azam while smiling sincerely.

"No need, my. Just take the change! by paying anyway I have been Alhamdulillah really." Rosita's rejecting.

"It's okay, that's the change for Neng alone, it belongs to the shop!" Azam still did not want to take the change he had intended for the beautiful woman.

"Surely, it's okay, right?" Rosita convinced herself.

"Of course I'm sincere, if not sincere it will not be given." Azam stood up and wanted to get out of that person.

Which happened to be the place was deserted and only Azam lived who had not come out.

"Neng Rosita, who closed his stall let me just! Neng please go home, later go home his night hunt!" the woman said to Rosita.

Azam who had just how many steps from the area turned his body and looked towards Rosita.

"Neng, where are you going? far from here!" asked Azam who was still standing outside the stall.

Rosita turned her head and looked at Azam intensely. "My place of residence is not far from here, just a few houses from this shop!"

"Em ... don't have to take that vehicle?" search back Azam while looking towards the place designated by Rosita.

"Oo .. no Mas, just how many houses I have to go through!" the beautiful woman replied.

"Oh, can I go with you?" said Azam back while swinging his steps along with the young woman turned the wheel of her chair.

Passing an alleyway that is not too broad. And Rosita just smiled as she continued to advance her wheelchair.

"Well, how old are you?" Azam began to investigate.

"I'm 25 years old, Mas. Why why?" Rosita asked back.

"No ... just doang and since when have you been like this?" ask ajam back.

Rosita stopped her wheelchair for a moment and turned her head slightly up towards Azam who was walking beside her. "About 8 years Mas .. due to an accident!"

Azam is increasingly challenged to investigate the life story of the young and beautiful woman. "What is not treated! I mean is there no hope of recovery?"

Rosita's head shook his head and said. "There seems to be no hope anymore. Already but because maybe ... it's his destiny like this! and I am still grateful! that I was still given a chance to live."

Azam looked at the woman who seemed resigned to her condition now and was also grateful for what she got. "Are you married?"

"My husband divorced me when I knew my condition became paralyzed like this, Mas. That coincides with how many months after getting married!" said Rosita while publishing a smile on her face.

"Have kids?" ask Azam back.

Rosita nodded again. "No, we don't have any children yet. And I thank God for quickly showing me who he was who was not the best mate for me! because if it's best he can't leave me when I'm down and the accident is the same! only I have a cancellation."

Azam shook his head, not expecting that a beautiful woman like her was going through something bad and her fate was not as good as the face she had.

"I do not want to depend on living with family or anyone, so I prefer to work whatever I can do that is important I do not bother parents especially!" rosita added while reapplying her wheelchair.

And now Azam's two hands started to push a little Rosita wheelchair from behind. "Honestly, I salute you, under any circumstances you are very eager to fight. To continue living!"

"Hem ... What is worthy of being covered, right Mas? I just try to continue my life without having to bother others, because my original husband I hope can accompany my life under any circumstances.

"Well, you're a strong woman .. The great is able to get through this and you're very excited to live, actually from a long time I've been watching you!" azam.

"It's here, Mom. Thank you for accompanying me!" he said Rosita while stopping the pace of the wheelchair.

"Which place do you live?" Azam stared at the ranks of the tenement house that was in front of the two of them.

"This one. Mas, my place of residence is the same family consisting of my old mother and my sister!" Rosita pointed at the door that was colored in wood paint.

"It's a contract, isn't it?" look at Azam while staring at the door.

"It's true that it's a contract, but it's been a dozen years that I've lived here" Rosita nodded.

"Ros, in? why are you chatting outside is not good!" a mother from behind a window. It was inside the house that Rosita said was staying.

Azam turned to Rosita who was silent staring at the door leaf ....

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Seriate.