Forced to Marry a Rich Widow

Forced to Marry a Rich Widow
Ninja Ferdi


Ferdi sniffed when he came home. At first he entered through a small door on the side wall. The door is often used by household assistants to enter and exit, if there are activities outside. Like buying vegetables or going to a shop.


Ferdi always use the services of taxi or taxi online when leaving for work. He was a strange child in the family. I don't want to use a car owned by my father.


His father owned a collection of luxury cars. Except at certain times, such as having to take his mother somewhere.


"Place!"


Ferdi accidentally nudged a sage who was somehow outside. Until it falls and makes a sound. Ferdi himself had seen the car his father used parked in the front yard of their spacious house.


That means Jeffri is home. He did not want to meet his father and argue again about the match.


"This napkin is a broom use here all the places?. Can't go to the kitchen, what are you?"


Ferdi grumbled at the broom, then the sound of the front door being opened. The handsome young man went back into hiding and peeked. One of the house assistants came out. The household assistant moved towards the small door that was on the side. Maybe going to the shop.


"Tuings."


Ferdi stepped like a ninja. His eyes are so careful here and there, with a body that is very good at hiding or camouflage. When it felt safe, Ferdi hurriedly climbed the stairs and went straight into his room.


"Hhhhh."


"Hhhhh."


"Hhhhh."


Ferdi took a deep breath after locking the door. Before long the phone rang and it was a call from the father.


Hurriedly he ran to the inside of his spacious room, and immediately pressed the silent button on the notification of the call.


"Why the hell would he have to call everything, that's it." Ferdi grumbled in annoyance.


"Thankfully it wasn't found out. Where the volume of my ringtone has been like a single organ speaker again." continued the young man.


"Where is your ferdi?. Why haven't you come home at this hour?"


Jeffri sent a short message on Ferdi's WhatsApp page. From then until now, even though his children are adults. Jeffri always wanted to know the news of his children anytime and anywhere.


He even sometimes still forbid his children to be too mocked outside. In the eyes of Jeffri both Frans and Ferdi, there are no more than two small children that he must protect from many things.


"Ferdi's at Sean's house." replied Ferdi later.


"Why not go home?" ask Jeffrey again.


"Ferdi won't come home, before the matchmaking plan is cancelled. Ferdi did not want to marry a girl that Ferdi did not know at all."


"Yes, I'll meet you first, acquaintance first." replied Jeffri.


"Said not to, noisily." replied Ferdi.


"No need to wait" he continued later.


"Yes, Percy, you love people when you don't come home."


Jeffri carries the name Ferdi's pet beaver.


"Why take Percy with you anyway?. The guy he's not wrong."


"Yes, you don't obey me."


"Dzalim." reply Ferdi to the umpteenth time.


Indeed Jeffri is now holding back laughter, he imagines if this debate occurs in front of the face. Surely Ferdi will look so sewot.


"Go home, papa wait!"


Just now Ferdi was about to type a reply, but Jeffri had been hunted to send another message.


"Not to be answered!. Anyway papa said go home, period!"


Suddenly Jordan and Sean conference call. Ferdi hurriedly went behind the room curtains, and wished his voice had gone nowhere.


"Why, bro?" ferdi asked his two best friends.


"It landed safely, didn't it?" ask Jordan.


"Yes congratulations, but the same as entering the crocodile cage tau no. Right-left, front-back, danger all." said Ferdi.


"Where are the ART in my house, it must have been with his employer rather than me" he continued.


"Lo I told nginep, don't want to." said Sean.


Ferdi sighed.


"If I could sleep in a quiet place in my own room, I would like to sleep where I am. Unfortunately, my body is much better, anyjay." said the young man with a laugh.


"When Sean's room is bigger and nicer than yours, bro." Jordan said.


"Emang, my body is a tacky one" said Ferdi again.


"Bapak lo is still insistent also for your soul mate?" ask Jordan.


"But lo?. Will he change in such a short time?" Ferdi asked back.


"Bokap lo emang severe anyway, very hard as a stone." said Sean.


"From the beginning you already understand him." said Ferdi again.


"Yes, we didn't run away from home. You bring soldiers to our nyari."


Jordan said, Ferdi remembered this in detail. At that time they were still in 2nd grade High School. Ferdi, Jordan, and Sean are caught going to a nightlife. They use their sister ID card that is deliberately rented, for the sake of the curse.


But they got in wrong. That night's amusement park belonged to Jeffri's best friend, and Jeffri's best friend recognized Ferdi.


Ferdi and his friends were reported to his father. Ferdi is scolded by Jeffri. Even then Jeffri to throw goods, although not hit Ferdi's body.


Feeling mentally and mentally disturbed, Ferdi decided to run away from home. Similarly, Ferdi, Jordan, and Sean were also angered by their parents.


The three boys ran away together. Not even aware of what they have done.


Angry to hear his son run away, Jeffri asked the army for help to find his son.


When he can, Ferdi, Jordan, and Sean are not even loved, but must receive additional punishment. It is a disciplinary punishment, and must follow military-style training for 1 full month.


"Hhhhh."


Ferdi sighed for the umpteenth time. Now he is back to the reality he is facing.


"I'm a little horrified to run away again. Afraid my father brought kopassus." said Ferdi.


"Fleeve is free, bro. Mr. Lo calls Kopaska Den Jaka and SAR team combined." slurried Sean.


The three of them were laughing.


"Lu's voice, bego. Ntar in denger aja lo." said Jordan resuscitated Ferdi.


"Eh yes."


Ferdi lowered the volume of his voice slightly.


"Gue forgot that there were problems in this house" said Ferdi.


"Yes, that's why don't be big on your voice" said Jordan again.


"Yes." Yeah."


They then went back to talking, this time about something else.