You're Doubling Me for a Widow.

Hand fruit

Azam's car rolled into a place where he often hung out there and he thought it was safe to take Rendy there, because there was only coffee. Regular drinks and snacks as coffee friends! so there won't be a problem if you bring a kid Rendy's age to that place.

"Where are we really going, Pa?" asked Rendy while looking at her father after he got tired of looking out the window.

"Hem. We just want to hang out at the coffee shop, Papa rasa .. safe place for children your age!" he answered the father while continuing to focus on driving.

"To a coffee shop, so there's only coffee? I have to drink Pah's coffee!" the boy knitted his two eyebrows.

"No, there's juice drinks ... water, snack! don't have to drink coffee either." He then turned his car to the left and stopped and parked it well.

"Yes hang out the most there, is there a spectacle?" Rendy's weakness.

Azam momentarily silent is also true, children his age was taken to a coffee shop to hang out why? but did not make Azam stop his intention to come to the stall.

Then Azam invited Rendy to come down and go to the stall that became his destination. But before ordering coffee Azam looking for the whereabouts of Rosita that apparently does not exist! there was only the mother of the stall so Azam asked the mother of the stall.

"Where is Rosita's mother?" ask Azam while still drowning.

"Oh, Rosita did not enter .. she said she did not feel well for two days she did not enter!" the mother replied while making coffee.

"Not going in. Oh yeah it is. I want one cold drink for my son!" Azam also bought a bottled drink for Randy.

"Oh yeah. Ma'am .. I tipped the car is okay, right? I'm going to his house to visit! if he doesn't feel well!" Azam looked at Mom and left her car. The mother immediately nodded her head.

Then Azam left the shop and came out of the place and followed by Rendy who is now sucking drinks from the bottle.

"Where else are you going, Pah?" ask Rendy to her papa who walks first.

"Follow it off Papa. Not far away .. but, when we visit the sick do not bring anything?" Azam stopped his steps while thinking.

"Yes dong, Pah .. said Mother also if you see the sick person must bring the fruit of the hand! so that they are happy, otherwise fruits may be cakes!" rendy's dream is to.

Until finally, back to the stall next to the coffee shop, to buy fruit. Azam also chose to buy boiled noodles, fried noodles. The egg! pastry until one crackle is full.

"Rendy wants to buy what?" Azam glanced at the baby who was dumbfounded to see his papa shopping.

"What yes? Rendy had eaten at home" and Rendy shook her head that she didn't want to buy.

But after how many steps out of the stall, he instead asked to buy tea bottles until finally back again.

Both of them continued to walk down the street alley and stopped in front of the rented house that time Azam delivered Rosita.

Azam stood near the terrace for a moment so Rendy asked a question again.

"Whose house is this, Pah? ah Rendy knows, this must be Papa's girl's house? just say .. same as Rendy. Randy is not forbidden either!" Rendy squinted her eyes next to her father.

Rendy's words made Azam's face blush in embarrassment, but he avoided that this was his lover's house! because this is nobody means nothing.

"No, Papa just knew him. But Papa believes that she is a good woman, she is not like Shopia's aunt and Sharon's aunt! god willing this woman is as good as Mother!" I'm Azam swinging and taking his steps to get close to the door.

Which with a second then Azam knocked on it regularly.

Gts ....

Gts ....

Gts ....

Not long wait. A few moments later came the sound of footsteps approaching the door.

Blake ....

A middle-aged mother opened the door. And gazed towards Azam and also Rendy with a researching gaze.

"Wa'alaikum salam .. who would you like to meet?" ask the mother.

"Is Rosita there? said the shop mother is not feeling well, so do not go to work!" said Azam kindly and disrespectfully to the middle-aged woman who was in front of him.

In a slightly dark atmosphere because the lights were not too bright, the dimly lit woman continued to look at Azam and Rendy. "What are Rosita's needs?"

"Em, said the mother of the stall Rosita was not feeling well and had not been to work for two days and I came here to visit Rosita. I want to meet him?" Azam tried to explain the purpose and purpose of his arrival to repeat.

Rendi drew closer to her papa while whispering. "Oh .. her name is Rosita .. her name is beautiful! it must be pretty too!"

Azam just turned to his son and turned his gaze back to the middle-aged woman who seemed very difficult to tell him to come in. Although just to see Rosita's condition, either cutiga! but what to suspect.

"Ooh, to see ya?" said the mother in a soft tone.

"Yes right, ma'am .. I want to see Rosita and I have no evil intentions. Rosita knows me." Azam added while nodding slowly.

"Then come in! Rosita is resting. Why do the nights have to come? why isn't it late afternoon?" mumbling while continuing to walk.

Followed by Azam and Rendy into the house with a low illumination, the light is not bright.

"Well, ma'am .. I just came to the stall and asked Rosita! he said it was not healthy and I came straight here, Mom .. if I knew from before yes maybe from afternoon come here!" reply Azam while circulating the view of every corner of the room.

The house is very simple but looks beautiful and comfortable.

Her step stopped and turned towards Azam and Rendy. "Please sit! I'll call Rosita."

Azam invited his son to sit on a chair made of rattan. And before she left, a voice was heard.

"Who is it, Mom? who's visiting?" roseta's voice came straight out of her room! emerging from behind the curtains with his wheelchair.

Look at the woman sitting in a wheelchair and look at her father alternately. The boy's chest rumbled. Is it possible that his father has a crush on such a woman? but what's wrong.

Azam who set his eyes on Rosita made their eyes meet. For a moment exchanged views with feelings that dag-dig-dug not careless.

"It's a guest, he said he wants to look at you! gini nights, right?" his mother said Rosita.

"Ec ... Oh yeah, Mom .. I didn't bring anything just this is all I bought from the front stall!" Azam gave a large bag of crackles to Rosita's mother.

"Well ... really bother! but thanks huh?" greet the mother while taking groceries from Azam's hands.

"Eh ... Mas, come here! what's up?" Rosita slightly moved her wheelchair slightly closer and looked at Rendy with the question in her heart, who could this child be her son Azam? keep doing what they came here for.

"I went to the stall, em .. said your stall mother had not been to work for two days and was not feeling well! that's why I came here!" azam answered a little wrong.

For a moment Rosita looked down, actually she wanted to meet Azam! but the bad times and the time of the hell must be said, especially now the man is with a little man whose face is similar to Azam ....

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Seriate.