Forced to Marry a Rich Widow
Still Car Free Day

"Om, Axel's full. But want meatballs, how's dong?" ask Axel to Ferdi.

Ferdi laughed a little.

"Yes have been waiting until the laper, just bought meatballs" said the man.

"Oh yes." Axel's got an epiphany.

"Why didn't Axel think about it?" abugn.

"Why is Axel's mind so complicated?" continue then.

Again Ferdi laughed.

"Life is if you don't want complicated, yes take the closest solution" he said later.

"Yes too."

Axel answered the same thing. Before long Clara arrived, this time she seemed to eat while walking and enjoy what she bought.

Axel pointed at Clara with his eyebrows. He and Ferdi laughed. She eats like a person who never eats at all.

"Why is that ngeliatin?" ask Clara sewot.

"Never seen a beautiful person eat this?" ask her again.

Soon passed by a beautiful woman, who was also eating macaroni and cimol.

"There is" said Ferdi and Axel at about the same time. At once Clara's face looked sewot.

"I like to compare people" he said.

He lashed and looked the other way while putting a lot of brains into his mouth. Ferdi and Axel held back a smile.

"He himself asked the question, just answered the sewot." said Axel.

"Ntar also you will ngalamin, what is now om feel." said Ferdi.

"Om how old is he now?" ask Axel.

"27." answered Ferdi.

"Axel married at the age of 38-39 or 40 deh like an overseas artist."

"Why?" ask Ferdi wonder.

"It turns out that having a wife should be ready in ambekin, in irahin, in salahin. Axel would be crazy if it were that."

Ferdi laughed, at once Clara turned her head and her face was like an Oren cat about to attack.

"What are you, Axel?" clara asked as if she wanted to make Axel cockroach teprak, with level 50 sambal.

Axel quiet.

"It's a prayer you want to marry in your 40s?"

"It's okay, a lot of koq artists. Lagian Axel boys. If the words of the people Axel heard, men do not have a problem getting married at any age. Just still capable."

"What can?" Clara was ready to spout dragon fire.

"Yes able to make a living" replied the teenager.

Clara is relieved, because the ability called by her son is not about the ability of a man in giving an inner living to his wife.

If Axel answered that way, Clara's shoes have been prepared into flying mode. He did not know if his youngest child was smart.

Before long they continued walking, they accidentally met with Jeffri and Frans.

"Hey." greet the two of them with a look of surprise.

Ferdi and Clara were no less surprised.

"Eh, papa."

Clara kissed Jeffri's hand like a son-in-law to the general in-laws.

"Papa's hands are dirty, Clara. Papa abis sport earlier." Jeffri said.

"It's okay koq, pa." said Clara.

"Axel."

Clara encourages her son to do the same and Axel complies. He kissed Jeffri's hand, but Frans was different. He raised his hand to the high five with the boy.

"Those are just three of you?" ask Jeffri.

"Five, pa. Only the other two met their friends there." replied Ferdi.

They continued chatting. There are even some interesting things they discuss. From the crowd of people passing by, Nando who was also resting his expensive bicycle saw all that.

It's easy to meet each other in an area like this. Because he also always follows a free day car on every weekend.

He never took Clara or the kids. Because this weekly event he made as a time to meet with Ninis.

At that time Ninis was hot-hot to be an affair. It doesn't feel as usual or boring as it is today.

It is true that if someone says cheating it feels greget, because we still have a fear of something. Fear of our partner, fear that it will be discovered.

Then the affair becomes something thrilling. But once you can unite and get married, then everything feels normal.

The affair only feels good when we cheat. If it has changed mode, it will feel bland.

***

Ferdi, Clara, and the children came home when everyone else had moved to go home. Everything seemed fine throughout the trip.

But when he got home, suddenly he heard a falling sound from behind.

"Rubby."

Ferdi, Clara, Axel and Anzel reflexively turned their heads. Arvel fell unconscious.

"Armel."

"Devents."

Everyone's shouting. Ferdi rushed over to his stepson, and immediately raised his body.

"Cla, open the door!" pinta Ferdi's.

Clara panicked and opened the door. Ferdi lifted Arvel's body and laid it on the living room sofa. Then he and Clara started trying to wake the boy up.

"Arvel, Arvel?"

Ferdi slightly patted the teenager's face so that he would wake up immediately, while Clara kept calling.

"Bang, get up bang." he said.

Anzel and Axel are very worried.

"Bang, get up bang." They're stimulating so that Arvel's consciousness returns soon.

There's no answer.

"Armel."

Ferdi tried it one more time, and so did the others.

"Cla, we'll take her to the hospital. Afraid of nothing." said Ferdi.

Clara who was panicking replied.

"okay."

Ferdi was about to move on, but then Arvel regained consciousness and reflexively blocked his arm. It was meant to prevent Ferdi from taking her to the hospital. Ferdi kept silent and looked at his stepson.

"Are you sure you're okay?" ask her later.

Arvel nodded.

"But son, your body is cold like this. Your face is pale." said Clara.

"Arvel is okay, ma. Just tired." said the teenager in a weak voice.

"The food bang, Axel said stay only should be Brother Dengerin. Brother just healed, needs a lot of rest." Axel.

Arvel was silent, and Ferdi took a glass of water and gave it to the boy.

"Anzel makes milk for brother yes, ma." said Anzel.

"Yes there!" said Clara.

Anzel went to the kitchen. He returned with a glass of warm milk and gave it to his brother. After drinking enough fluids, Arvel's pale face gradually recovered.

"Any sure you don't want to go to the hospital?" ask Clara again.

"Really, ma. It's okay" said Arvel.

"Just need a rest" he continued.

"But if you feel anything bad, call mom or anyone. Tell you, let's go to the hospital" said Clara.

"Yes ma." answered Arvel.