Forced to Marry a Rich Widow
Come Again

"Pa, are you sure about Ferdi's match?"

Frans, who remembered his conversation with Ferdi at dawn, asked Jeffri. Jeff and I are currently in the office.

"Ferdi said he was sorry about his decision to accept papa's offer?"

Jeffrey asked Frans. The young man then shook his head.

"Want to?" ask Jeffrey later.

"Frans same kasian Ferdi, pa. He went to Frans, if after marriage we will all live apart or not."

"What do you need to answer?"

"Yes Frans replied, most married people must separate themselves from the family. But Ferdi's so sad, he's not ready yet."

Jeffri took a deep breath, seeing the man throw his gaze into a corner.

"Try papa think again. Maybe we still have another way to save the company. Instead of having to sacrifice Ferdi's feelings and happiness." said Frans again.

Jeffri remained silent, while Frans had to resume work.

"Frans excuse me, pa." he said later.

Jeffri nodded. Frans left the room.

***

At Nathan's start-up office.

"Poooo."

Ferdi tried to take a deep breath in between the dizziness and unwell feeling that still lingers. Jordan and Sean have told him to rest at home, but Ferdi doesn't feel good about Nathan.

Almost a week ago, he enjoyed pretending to be a victim of a gangster and relaxing in the hospital.

He could not have expressed the same reason for not going into the office. Nathan might lose faith in him.

"Fer, you why. Koq you're pale?"

Nathan asked Ferdi, because he had noticed several times.

"Nothing koq. Lack of sleep is like it." said Ferdi trying to hide his condition.

"Lagian ludah maksa in, but just got out of the hospital. The cake people rest first." said Nathan again.

"Gue's okay, Nath." Ferdi tried to convince.

"Yes, but if you can't afford it later. You tell me, let someone nganter you go home too."

"OK." replied Ferdi.

Nathan returned to his room.

***

That afternoon, at lunchtime. Clara returned to Ferdi's office and this time they talked alone in Clara's car. While Clara drove the vehicle to circle the road around.

"I'm sorry about yesterday" Ferdi told Clara, when the car had gone far enough from the office.

"It's okay, besides it's wrong I also koq. I came at the wrong time" said Clara Later.

"Well, what does it take for me?" ask Ferdi again.

"Mmm, there's nothing really. Yesterday it was just your thoughts. You're afraid of why, after your discharge from the hospital."

Ferdi looked at the dashboard of the car and smiled.

"Bak is too much, Fer?" clara asked in a tone that was as shy and unkind to Ferdi.

"Mothers don't think over her people." continued the woman again.

Ferdi was smiling.

"Bak doesn't taste good, Fer. But if again over thinking tuh should really go down directly, let's be satisfied."

Ferdi now laughed a little.

"Now I've seen if I'm okay" said the young man again.

"Yes, and I'm relieved." Clara said while laughing.

"Oh yeah, who was your boyfriend?"

Clara asked a question that made Ferdi slightly speechless.

"Yes" he answered later.

"Oh, okay."

Clara said while trying to smile. He did not want to draw any further evidence. Because it looks like Ferdi and his girlfriend are experiencing serious problems.

Ferdi didn't tell me more about Jessica. Because for him to remember was already so sick, for what was told to others that even just he knew.

They continued walking while talking, then stopped by a place to eat. There Ferdi eat not too much, because his own body still feels gamang. This of course invites attention and questions from Clara.

"You koq ate it a little, Fer?"

"It's okay, it's not good enough for his appetite" replied Ferdi.

"You may not be well yet, but have asked to come home from the hospital."

Ferdi smiled, although now the unpleasant feeling was re-spreading all over his body.

"Yes, maybe." replied Ferdi again.

"To the doctor again!" bring Clara.

"No need to, I'm okay. I also have to go back to work."

"Oh so that man is your girlfriend."

A short message went to Clara's phone and fortunately the message was not read by Ferdi. Though the phone he put on the table and the message notification plastered real.

It was a message from Clara's ex-husband. Clara's reflexes looked around, but could not find the man.

Of course, because the man was in his car, in the parking lot. He had seen Clara and Ferdi since they got out of the car. He had just finished eating from the same place. The place to eat is his favorite place with Clara while still a husband and wife first.

"No need to take care of my life, where your responsibility is to the child."

Clara is avenging her ex-husband.

"Bas cheap." replied her ex-husband again.

"Why are you jealous?" Clara sent me an answer.

"Hahaha, why am I jealous. It's a boy like that."

"If you're not jealous, why do you chat me?. Diligent greatly. Tell me you insecure right, this one is much more handsome and young than lo."

Clara returns to avenge her ex-husband. Her ex-husband is now bleeding. He was jealous of Ferdi and that is indisputable.

But he also has the prestige to admit, considering he and Clara have officially divorced and he is now married again.

"Sorry ya, ngapain gue cemburu sama laki-laki receh model begitu."

"Hahaha, still not me either. But keep on retaliating my chat. Basic caper."

"Gue just don't want my kids to have a stepfather who models like him."

"The children agreed, when you married the jablay?. Huh uh?. Think brain. You have no right to live my life. I'm not bini lo anymore. I want to marry who the cake is, that's my business. Sok care about children, a living aja stingy anjay."

Clara then deactivated the phone and put it in the bag. The woman's face was very upset. Ferdi himself could catch him, but was reluctant to ask. Fearful that this would disturb Clara.