Forced to Marry a Rich Widow
A Telephone

"Axel's school, we're late."

Anzel said to Axel who was a bit behind.

"Abang sih ngide, use the event to walk everything. Tired of knowing?"

Axel grumbling.

"Udah, don't nag. Just walk!" Arvel mediates both.

"Kirain dakalan. Ride the cake or something. Even the real way." Axel extended his chatter again.

"This is how doang, this is not far away very often." Anzel was getting upset with her sister.

"Eat him go to Scouts, go hiking" he continued later.

Axel put on a sewot face. His two brothers walked in front of him.

"Run, Axel!"

Anzel again gave instructions to her sister, as she continued to be left behind.

"Yes, brother first. Axel people let the word slow also koq road, not ngesot."

"It's up to you."

Anzel stepped back and they stopped all debate. In the end Axel first arrived at school. Arvel and Anzel looked over.

Axel waved but with his body and face turned and stepped towards the gate.

After making sure the boy entered, Arvel and Anzel resumed their steps.

***

"Jeff, our needs are very urgent" Adrian told Jeffri that morning.

Jeffri knew about it, but he could not do anything for now.

"Ferdi just got married, Ad. I don't feel good if I press him now."

Jeffri said as he looked at the friend.

"And again Ferdi married Clara on the basis of love and liking. It's different if he doesn't love Clara. From the night after the wedding, I must have forced him to ask for money from his wife. If this is his position again he is happy, my time interferes with the happiness of my own son." he continued later.

Adrian took a breath.

"Sorry, brother. I don't mean anything." he said.

"We're just really at the tip of the horn" he continued.

Jeffri nodded.

"Gue just wanted to wait for the right time, Ad. Let me not hurt Ferdi's feelings and Ferdi also did not hurt his wife's feelings" said the man.

***

While still in the same office, Igor approached Frans who was seriously working.

"So serious, sir. Little joke can be times." God then.

Frans looked over and laughed.

"Gue again in pursuit of the deadline, Junaedi." he said later.

"Sama, I did too. Uh, by the way Ferdi what's up post-marriage?" Igor kepo asked Frans.

"Last day I chatted him, he was fine" she said."

"Have you been okay so far?" Igor gave a look that made Frans want to kick him.

"You don't have to talk about it. I want more." Frans still laughed.

"But you're being sincere, bro?"

"Nih people yes, yesterday aja elo who told me ngikhlasin. Now you are also the kepo nanya, I'm sincere or not."

"Yes, his name is also nanya. Time cannot." Igor defended himself.

"Yes, how is it. I'm not sincere about the fall." said Frans.

"How sincere is it?" Igor asked confusedly.

"Oh, that. Marriage to Nadia. Let your feelings go nowhere." said Igor again.

"The name of the feeling will not be determined where the direction bro. But our physical behavior can, that's all." Frans said.

"I give you advice, let you have a bedmate."

"Lu style, Gor, Gor. I think you've got a sleep theme."

"There are noh two" said Igor.

"Who?"

"Roll cushion."

Igor said with a laugh. The conversation continues on to the next topic. Sometimes they are serious, sometimes they are joking.

***

That day Clara, who happens to be still on holiday, bought vegetables and groceries online. As he tidied up the house and made up Ferdi's clothes, which he had not yet moved out of the suitcase.

He cooks, despite copying what's on YouTube. Because Clara can only cook a little and not too good.

But even so he managed to make some cooking for dinner later. When her husband and children had all gathered at home.

Suddenly the woman's phone rang, it turned out from one of her tantenya who currently lives in Surabaya.

"Hallo, Aunt Evita?"

"Hallo, good afternoon Clara. How are you doing?" Aunt Evita's voice was clearly heard across the street.

"Good aunt, auntie how are you?" Clara asked back.

"Well, auntie called you because aunt heard you just got married again. Right?"

"I, yes aunt right koq. Sorry yesterday did not have time to tell everything, because the event was not luxurious and ordinary. The important thing is a aunt." said Clara.

"Yes, getting married doesn't have to be fancy. The most important thing is how the quality of the marriage will be."

"Yes, aunt." replied Clara.

"But auntie listen, she said your husband is a young man."

"Yes aunty, younger by a few years" said Clara.

"You're so brave, Clara. Isn't that young?"

Clara was starting to feel uncomfortable. As usual, old people in this country always ask questions, which makes our comfort become exhausted.

"We love each other, aunt." Clara gave the most cliche answer to her aunt.

"Love is not enough. You should choose the same age or older. He's afraid he'll cheat when you're menopausal."

"So according to auntie, Clara has to divorce again is that.?"

Clara throws a question that leaves the aunt speechless. Because even if it is later he will fate the selingkuhi. The aunt was already too late to talk to him like that at this moment.

It should have been, before the wedding. Now when he was happy, his aunt was just trying to pestered his life.

"It's not so, I mean aunt why not think from the beginning."

"I thought, aunt. But the previous husband was also older than me far away. I thought my choice was right then, but it turned out to be wrong. Married men of the same age, younger, or older. No one can guarantee the marriage itself" Clara said.

The aunt still answered . But then Clara pretended.

"Why Mr Rianto?" He acted as if he was in the office.

"Oh okay, sir. Waiting for ya!" smith again.

Clara's back on the phone.

"Sorry aunt, I'm busy. I'm in this office." he said later. He wants to make fried food.

"Oh yeah, next time auntie calls again.

"Yes aunty, bye."

Clara hurriedly finished the call in annoyance. Then he opened the refrigerator and drank a lot of cold water.

Hoping that the fire in his head will soon be extinguished. He also set his breath until it became calm again like before.