I ACCEPT YOUR WIDOW
1. ILL

"I accepted the marriage and marriage of Kristy Aulia bint Rahman with the dowry paid in cash "I said kabul ijab kabul in a mosque with the marriage guardian judge because my future wife was orphaned.

" How? legitimate?"

" Ultly !!" Saying our wedding witnesses.

Yes. I am married now.. And this wife of mine was once a widow and had a child 2 . But it's okay, I accept it. I love him and his twin sons. I promise to be a good Papa and Husband to them.

" 🎶 🎶 🎶" Ringing in my phone reads and I see a name engraved there 'Romi.

Instantly my face paled. How could he call me so soon when he just left yesterday to Jakarta. Did the informant she already reported about my silent marriage to her.

" I'll excuse you first." I said as I said goodbye and stayed away from people to take calls.

"Ha..Hello brother.." I said nervously.

" You're really Yoga.I told you to stay away from that woman.so far away.Why did you marry her instead." Romi's loud voice was so deafening to my ears.

" A.begini sis.all just happened.I also never planned to marry him at all." I said trying to give an explanation.

" You're a real dumb Yoga. You dug your own grave. Now it's up to you. I don't wanna know. All the risks you're taking on yourself "say Romi

I'm speechless. I shouldn't have married her. But I have no other choice.

"Look good at the video I sent Yoga. After that remember keep in mind your mistakes all your stupidity .. "say Romi while hanging up the phone.

Soon my phone shook and a message came in. I opened it immediately. A video on the highway .

This.ini .. The footage from the camera on that street.. I know the location correctly.

The footage shows a red porsche car on the left side of the road. In front of him was a motorcycle. The super-luxury car seemed to run at high speed and immediately swerved to the left to avoid the sand truck on the right lane. The car hit the motorcycle and pushed it into a large tree .

The motor and the front of the car were rattled and destroyed . Similarly, motorcyclists are sandwiched between the two. Somehow that person's situation. Only blood is scattered where .

I stared at the horror of the picture in the video. My eyes are glassy. And suddenly my stomach churned. I threw that phone and threw up all my stomach contents.

That was the first torture. The second torment was at night. And this is the worst. The beautiful night I should have felt the first night with my wife turned into torture.

"You are why Yoga." asked Kristy, the beautiful woman who is now my wife.

I didn't answer just silence with puffy eyes. I can't do my job.I can't touch my wife. Because she was the widow of that man. The man who died in the video accident sent brother Romi. And the culprit of the accident that killed the man was ME.....

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I'm a young man, I'm 25 years old .High-bodied and athletic. Nosed and thin lips. You could say handsome because I have mixed bloodline. My father is indigenous but my mother is Dutch. At first glance I look like a blaster guy.

Until now I was still in college.I studied at a famous elite campus in Surabaya. My prestige is pretty good .My grades are good too. Soon he holds a Bachelor's degree.

"Yoga!"

I looked at the person who called my name. A handsome young man with mature brown skin, quite tall body. He came up to me smiling sweetly.

" Yo, Bhishma" I answered while fighting boxing as a greeting with my friend's friend at my college.

"Be. I'm really interested in your story. Said mo nintuin chick uh widow who lo taksir. I really don't think, handsome guy kek lo is interested ma dowager.beneer really makes no sense Bis"

"Haha... Widows are more tempting Yog. uh but I say yes. You can't have a crush on him. I have loved him for a long time. I targeted him first. Lo quite ma a myriad of fans of lo girl clubs on this campus know "said Bisma.

" Yes yes, I don't like widows. I want a virgin. virgin ting ting ya.. I like to run the road first rather than the toll road .." I replied with a laugh.

"Basic of a perverted brain" Bisma said as she shook my head.

We came all the way from Surabaya to the town of Blitar to the hometown of Bisma only to see a widow woman who captivated my best friend.

We rode a cool sports car that was famous for being expensive and only owned by the sultans. Yes.it is a luxury car given by Papaku which incidentally a successful businessman in the field of import exports who have many branches at home and abroad. And he used to also serve in the political chair even if only briefly.

We arrived at a simple stall with gado gado. The stall is quite spacious with plastic tables and chairs but is quite neat and clean. And in other parts there is also the lesue.

"Welcome to our shop Den. What do you want to order?" ask a middle-aged woman who is about 45 years old or maybe almost 50 years old.

" Gado gado 2 yes ma'am. same ice mix 2." Answer Bhishma.

" Good Den. Please sit down . Please choose your own place." said the mother.

I wordlessly followed Bhishma who chose a seat in Lesehan's side corner. It was only after Mom left that I protested to Bhishma.

"Lo really is crazy Bus.Crazy!!!" say

"Janda kek that you like.that's Grandma's grandmother Bisma "

I really did not finish thinking with my best friend's brain. How could he have a crush on an old grandmother his mother's age.

Though with his good looks I'm sure he can get a beautiful virgin girl instead of a maybe more.

"Ooh.lo it's not the mother's mother that I assess Yoga.. but her son" said Bisma.

"Gue is still sane too lol. You pretentious brat "he said again while hitting my head.

" Haha. kirain.. "

I'm not angry with my best friend with his attitude. Even laugh amusedly, fortunately my best friend is not stressed grandma likes.😂

" That's it" Bisma said as she pointed to a woman who had just arrived on her motorcycle.

He parked his motorcycle in front of the shop and then he went down and entered the shop by holding a small child and carrying a shopping cart in his hand.

And as my eyes turned and stared fixedly at the woman a pain rained down on my heart upon recognizing her face.

A woman with a beautiful face, her body is tall, white, long hair, sharp-nosed and thin-lipped.

I remember very well that woman not because of her beauty and physical perfection but because of a terrible incident that occurred involving me and her.

That face was a familiar face to me because it reminded me of an accident. A tragic accident that cost me a girl I love so much . And she was, too... She also lost her husband...