You're Doubling Me for a Widow.

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"Okay, I'll go home first. Thank you for being allowed to drive you! maybe another chance we'll see you again!" azam said to Rosita who was immediately responded with a nod.

Azam hastened his steps back to where it was, because his car was barada there.

Now the mature man was already in his car and his smile continued to expand adorning his handsome face.

While Rosita she reappraises her wheelchair and enters her residence.

"Who is he? tumben someone's dropping you off and you better be careful. Do not easily believe the words of men afraid to just use it!" the voice of a middle-aged mother who was staring towards Rosita who had just crossed the main door.

Even though it looks small from the front it turns out the house is quite spacious and has room 3.

"Em .. he's a customer at a coffee shop, he's a pretty nice and polite guy. Don't worry, I can choose the good guys and the bad guys!" he answered Rosita as he continued to drive towards her room.

Slowly he stood up and moved to the edge of the bed. sat there for a while then he reoccupied his chair and entered the bathroom that was outside his private room.

"Why is Mom still not sleeping? it's night time usually at this time Mother is asleep!" greet Rosita to the mother who is still watching television.

"Your sister hasn't come home yet so I haven't slept!" his mother glanced at Rosita.

"Let's just let it go, Mom .. Rosita opens it. I'm just resting, it's night!" rosetta told his mother.

"It's okay, I'm not sleepy anymore and you're tired too! how it's crowded in the stall." Ask the mother.

"Thank God the stall is crowded!" he answered Rosita and then moved closer to the bathroom.

The Mother simply raised her head while staring at Rosita's back.

Finished from cleaning himself. Rosita went straight to the kitchen for dinner, only rice, vegetables and eggplant. But Rosita still eats with pleasure.

After eating, he cleaned it up and approached the mother while giving some money for shopping. "It's Mom .. Money for shopping."

"It's payday!" mumbling the mother while taking the money that Rosita gave.

"Already, Ma'am .. That's why I have money. To connect to life!" then Rosita turned her wheelchair towards the room to rest.

The mother looked at haru. With circumstances that are only in a wheelchair but can still work and make money halal.

Can help the cost of living.His son was very eager to make money even if just sitting in a wheelchair and did not make him sit on his hands, or did not make money.

Rosita lay on the bed and inexplicably suddenly reflected on the face of the handsome man who had just driven her home.

"Hem .. Why do I remember that man? he's not necessarily, and who knows if I have a family, I don't think I deserve to remember." Rosita muttered while covering her face timidly with both palms.

His mind flew to the clouds. Along with an empty gaze, which was not long after the drowsiness attacked and finally bead Rosita's eyes closed while hugging her roll.

The late night brings the night to go and soon it will change by day.

Because the stall was notya afternoon around 03:30. So if morning Rosita works as a laundry washer while helping the Mother.

And when it was already afternoon around 03:30 then Rosita work at the coffee shop. Because not he hit that.

At about 8 pm .. both beads beautiful eyes Rosita looking for the existence of Azam which usually does.

"Who are you looking for Ros?" ask the shop mother to Rosita who looks dizzy while making coffee for other customers.

"No, ma'am .. don't look for anyone!" rosita answered, shaking her head.

"But from now on you seem restless like you're looking for someone!" said warung mom back.

Rosita published a sweet smile on her beautiful face. "No, ma'am .. don't look for anyone and I'm mediocre."

Then Rosita continued her duties well until night came and the shop was closed, Azam was not seen the trunk of his nose at all.

"Why am I thinking of him and why am I looking for him? he doesn't come here every night and it's weird why I want to see him!" rosita muttered while pushing her wheelchair out of the coffee shop.

The woman, who is now veiled with flowers, continues to apply for her wheelchair while daydreaming. And he almost hit the cat that was walking in front of him.

"Oh my goodness ... almost, anyways why the hell am I daydreaming what?" Rosita patted her own jidat. Azam's face was in his memory and his voice was ringing in his ears.

"Oh my God .. Why do I remember that guy anyway? lest I put the same heart of that man who doesn't know he has a wife or not, he might not like me either! Rosita ... Do you have to realize who you are? who's he! looks like he's working an office and he's in a luxury car, while you're what?" Rosita continues to monologue in her heart.

To the extent that he did not feel he was already on the terrace of his residence and he did not immediately enter but turned to look towards the road he had just passed.

Look where Azam stood yesterday. So attached to his memory how the handsome face of the man and his voice continued to ring. Rosita shook her head a lot.

"Already Rosita .. You do not mess around let alone save feelings for someone! including that guy don't dream weird, accept the fact that your life is like this!" Rosita sighed deeply and then she turned back to the door.

Now the beautiful woman was already in the house that looked lonely and her mother seemed to have slept.

So that Rosita immediately entered his room to immediately rest, relax his body that feels tired and also throw thoughts in his head including the shadow of Azam.

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At the same time, Azam was at Renita's house delivering Rendy after playing outside and all at once bringing gifts for baby Alena.

"Why bother anyway, Mom? look at it Alhamdulillah!" he told Renita to Azam.

"It's okay! no bother though. I even bought a toy for Rendy that finally got nothing for her!" reply Azam.

"What's Rendy looking for, Mas?" renita asked back with curiosity.

"Rendy wanted a miniature plane, looking into some no-one's shops. That's why he's a little pouting!" he explained Azam while pointing at Rendy with his chin.

Then Renita turned to Rendy who was sitting on the sofa with a bent face, sour and moping durja.

"Darling ... How did his face bend? if there is no way! be patient .. next time you can come back do not do that ah. Mother does not like! just as Rendy is not grateful!" renita said after approaching her son.

"Kesel Bun .." said Rendy.

"Already ah do not sprain. anyways the miniatures that are owned are many. So Rendy just learn aja diligent so that later the magnitude of the pilot and Rendy not only has a lot of miniatures ...but Randy can bring the original plane!" renita's.

Then Azam said goodbye to go home, having previously seen baby Alena for a while. So as to cause a sense of julid for Yusna ....

Seriate.