Forced to Marry a Rich Widow
Talking Both

Ferdi asked to leave the hospital, because he was uncomfortable continuing to think about the condition of the father. Jordan and Sean have been quite fiddling, neglecting their work for the past few days.

"Are you sure you want to go home?"

Clara came by chance that day, and Ferdi expressed his wish.

"Related, and I apologize for paying this hospital full a week. But I usually get to today doang."

"It's okay, it's as comfortable as you are" said Clara.

"Do I have to change?" ask Ferdi again.

"If so, then tell me how much nominal I should give to mbak. I will definitely find the money."

"No need, I'm sincere koq. I thank you very much, it has been helped by my irresponsible ex-husband" replied Clara.

Ferdi was silent for a moment.

"Mmm, was it during my time here that he was still bothering me?" ask the young man later.

"No, no." replied Clara.

"He was not disturbing, but ghosting and shirking from responsibility towards children" he continued.

"Oh."

Ferdi took a little long breath. She had heard part of the quarrel between the woman and her ex-husband the other day. But now Ferdi's curiosity became higher, although he refrained from being too kepo.

"In the event of a divorce, don't you have an agreement with him?. About how to make a living and the division of time for children." asked Ferdi.

Clara was silent, Ferdi suddenly became unwell.

"Ee, sorry if my question offends" said the young man.

"I don't mean to interfere" he continued.

"Oh it's okay koq." said Clara then smiled at the young man.

"He just missed it. In fact, all agreements have been signed and agreed during the divorce hearing. But yes, his name is also this country guy."

Clara somewhat played down the voice at the end of her words. Afraid that Ferdi was offended, about the men in this country who seemed to be beaten flat by him.

But Ferdi himself understands if indeed most men in this country, like to escape from the responsibility of living if they have divorced. Most disappeared and no longer give rights to children.

Be it the right to meet, get affection, and money for living expenses and school. A child is the responsibility of a father.

"Pease me, if not. The covenant made is the firm foundation of his law."

"Yes, I should have acted that way. I just haven't done it yet. I still want to tell him that he used to be the same as his new wife, the new ntar I make is not good" said Clara.

"Oh, is he married again?" ask Ferdi.

"Yes, from a month of divorce has been a proposal. You as a man can certainly judge what has happened before with them. I don't need a long story."

Ferdi only smiled faintly, and so did Clara. Then Ferdi cleaned up some of his goods such as cellphones, chargers and others. Because he'll be leaving the hospital soon.

"I'll take you home." said Clara later.

"Mmm, I took public transportation. I don't feel good about it." replied Ferdi.

"It's okay koq, all the way home" said Clara.

Ferdi has no power to refuse. Because the face and gaze of the woman is not reject able.

"OK." she replied again.

The two of them moved and prepared to leave the room. The nurse came in and removed the infusion tube, long before Clara came.

"Kreeks."

Ferdi opened the door for Clara. Clara stepped up but suddenly she was about to fall. Then Ferdi swiftly grabbed the woman's body and held her back. Long time the two met with a sense of full thump in the heart Until then they realized each other.

"Eee, sorry." said Ferdi a little awkwardly.

"Nothing koq, thank you." reply the woman was no less awward.

They then walked while talking, until they arrived at the parking lot. Ferdi got into Clara's car, and so did the woman.

"Where is your house?" clara asked Ferdi, turning on the engine.

"Do you have a house there?" ask Clara.

"My parents' house, I don't have anything. It's only been three years" replied Ferdi honestly.

Clara smiled.

"And the parents' house, the children's house too." said the woman later.

"Yes for some people, but if I don't want to. Let me find out for myself later." said Ferdi.

Clara smiled again, then pressed the gas pedal of her car deep enough. They left the hospital parking lot.

Along the way, they shared their stories. There were even some things that made them laugh because it was funny.

"How old are you?"

Clara asked Ferdi, after so many questions he asked and was answered well by the young man.

"Twenty-seven." replied Ferdi.

"Oh, still young. There is still a long time for you to achieve many things." said the woman.

"If mbak?" Ferdi asked back.

"I'm 32 years old" he replied.

"Oh." Ferdi looked at Clara.

"Previously married at 17, because of my parents' matchmaking."

"The ex-husband was also married at 17?" ask Ferdi curiously.

"Oh if he was your age at the time. We're 10 years apart." replied the woman.

"But his behavior is still childish until now" he continued.

"Said my father, that age does not guarantee the maturity of someone mbak. It is precisely the experience of life, the environment of growth and development and the role of parents that form a person's character."

"True, I agree with that. But sometimes sprains too, squirming men aged but can not be wise" said Clara.

This time Ferdi laughed. Soon they began to enter the residential area where Ferdi's parents' house was located.

"Is this his house?" clara asked while slowing down the vehicle.

"That's mbak, forward again a little" said Ferdi.

So Clara drove up to the place in question.

"Well, yes, this is." continued the man.

Clara shuts down the car engine, and notices Ferdi's large and majestic home. Even his house was the most luxurious among the other buildings standing around.

"Almost get mad." Ferdi.

"Other times yes. You have to pick up the school children" said the woman.

"Oh okay, thank you for letting me."

"Together, may you always be healthy."

"Mother too."

Ferdi then got out of the car, and Clara said goodbye. From the inside, the security began to open the gate.

"Mas Ferdi just got home?" ask security.

"Yes sir, papa's inside right?" He asked back.

"Father is there, maybe resting.

"Oh well, thank you sir" said Ferdi.

"Together with us."

Then the young man rushed inside, to meet the father. Clara was away.