I'm Your Widow Duda
PEDANTICAL

"You don't want to tell your parents?" Sheila asked as she stroked Robert's head which was still stuck in his stomach.

"We don't need to talk about it" replied Robert lazily.

"But maybe it's the right moment, Robert!" Sheila looked up and Robert immediately lifted his head from Sheila's lap, then stared firmly at his wife.

"They will just throw you out again, censure you, insult you! You think I want that to happen?" Robert spoke with fire.

"But I'm pregnant with Mami and Papi's granddaughter, Robert! When Mami and Papi see their grandchildren later, it's possible that they'll soften a little.

"I don't have to show my son to either of them. No need to tell and no need to introduce."

"They're no longer my parents!" Robert turned his face away and no longer looked at Sheila.

"Don't say that!" Sheila hurriedly grabbed Robert by the arm and rubbed it gently to quell the anger that was raging in Robert's heart.

"They're your parents any time, Robert!"

"And I also still hope that one day I will be able to feel the affection of in-laws to his daughter-in-law." Both of Sheila's eyes were already teary and the woman leaned her head on Robert's shoulders.

Robert could feel that Sheila was as excited as she was now. Robert rubbed Sheila's head and cupped her face. Robert's thumb also wiped away the tears that had gone down Sheila's cheeks.

"I'm sorry, because you haven't been able to realize your wishes," Robert said to Sheila, who was still as excited.

"We can get there after Robert junior is born" Sheila pleaded with Robert.

"But they will-"

"We try first!" Sergeh Sheila cut out the emotion-filled sentence that Robert did not say.

"If they come back to insult you, I'll never set foot in that house again" Robert put forward a condition and Sheila nodded this time. Robert immediately scooped Sheila into his arms.

"When will he be born?" Robert asked as he rubbed Sheila's round stomach.

"Maybe another two months," Sheila replied trying to laugh even though the woman was still teary-eyed.

"Sheila!"

Sita took a breath of air when again the name came out of Robert's lips that even his eyes were still closed tightly. I don't know what Robert's dream is, until the man is seen crying again in his sleep.

"I'm sorry, Sheila!" Robert muttered again.

Sita took a deep breath once again and chose to bdranjak alone from the top of the bed. Leaving Ribe4 who is still struggling with his dreams with Sheila.

Sita went into the bathroom, lit a water faucet, then washed her face repeatedly. The woman stared at the shadow of her own face inside the glass. A simple face that does not look attractive at all.

Sita again washed her face over and over again, when she heard the ringing of her phone from outside the bathroom. Sita keeps her cell phone in a clutch that was given yesterday by the boutique where she rented the dress. And it looks like Sita hasn't pulled the phone out of the clutch since last night.

After finding his phone, Sita immediately checked the incoming call. There was a row of foreign numbers calling.

Whose number?

"Hello?" Sita replied hesitatingly.

"Ma! It's Angga!"

"Anga?" Sita was immediately shocked when she heard Angga's voice from across the phone.

"Who are you using?" Ask Sita to the son.

"People use phones in their rooms, at Omi's house! Last night Angga went home to Omi and Opi with Kathlyn. Mama came home here too, right? Which room is your mom's room? Angga was confused because there were so many rooms."

"Mama's not home yet, Angga!" Sita replied hesitatingly to explain to Angga.

"Then where's mama? Papa is also not seen at home. Is mommy the same papa?"

"Yes, we have business outside. But soon we'll be home" Sita's voice choked as she felt a pair of arms already coiled around her waist. The smell of Robert's body immediately filled Sita's sense of smell. The man had also sucked his head in the recess of Sita's neck and made Sita a little keel.

"Alright, Ma! Omi called and told Angga to have breakfast! Angga breakfast first. Hye!"

Tout that!

The phone was cut off before Sita could say bye also to Angga. Robert took the phone plan that was still in Sita's grasp, then threw it on the sofa.

"Whose phone?" Robert asked while smelling the nape of Sita and the bottom of the ear that made Sita a little jump.

"Ang-ga," replied Sita stammered.

"He's already at Dyrtha's house"

"He's at your parents' house." Sita cuts and corrects quickly.

"What's wrong?" Robert was confused.

"I-i"

"I'm on thrush!" Sita answered looking for a reason. But Sita is not being touched by Robert. Sita's mood is completely chaotic now that Robert repeatedly muttered Sheila's name in his sleep.

"Let me see!" Robert grabbed Sita's chin and slightly opened his two lips.

"Not seen, but it feels sore," Sita again gave an excuse.

"Want to see a doctor?" Robert was worried.

"It's just thrush, Robert! No need to go to the doctor and will recover on his own," Sita laughed stiffly.

"I'm going to take a shower. Are there any clothes for me to wear out of this hotel? I can't go out wearing your shirt," said Sita again who returned stiff laughter.

"I'll have the hotel employees drop him off" Robert walked up to the nightstand by the bedside, where there was a phone there. Robert picked up the phone and spoke to someone across the street. While Sita had already passed into the bathroom leaving Robert.

"Sita!" Robert knocked on the bathroom door, after he finished calling.

"I'm gonna take a shower myself, Rob!" Sita cried from the bathroom. Robert only sighed, then restored his hair a few times. The man finally chose to sit on the sofa while waiting for Sita to finish bathing.

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Sita was again flabbergasted, when the car she was riding with Robert entered into a sturdy iron fence that hid Hadinata's residence. The big house that is more panyas referred to as the palace, now loomed in front of Sita.

"Welcome!" Robert said with a small laugh. Robert embraced Sita's waist and immediately guided her to go inside, along with several maids who greeted them.

"Good morning, Young Master and Young Miss!" Greet the maids while nodding their heads at Sita and Robert.

"Morning!"

"Where's the guy?" Ask Robert to the point who has missed the child so much.

"Young Master Angga is in the playground, sir!" Obviously one of the maids.

Robert simply nodded and continued to step inside still while embracing Sita's waist.

"This is your house?" Tanya Sita who just sounded like a mutter. It is still hard to believe, if the widower has not moved on who is now Sita's husband is a crown prince from a conglomerate family in this country.

"House papi mami more precisely. My house which I showed you at the time" replied Robert who laughed.

"But you're the only son of both your parents. Doesn't that mean this house is yours too?" Sita said a little cynical because Robert never stopped low and always said everything belonged to Papi Guntur and Mami Indri. Though clearly the asset also belongs to Robert!

"If it's mine, it's yours and Angga's, too" said Robert, who sounded hurtful to Sita.

"You my wife and Angga are my sons" Robert continued.

Sita was silent and refused to comment again.

Wife is limited to status, then what is the use?

"Have you come?" Sapa Mami Indri who welcomed Robert and Sita. The middle-aged woman immediately invited Sita cipika-cipiki. This is what the Halley family often does. Maybe all the rich do.

"Angga is still in the playground and he does not want to move," said Mami Indri next told Robert and Sita.

"Robert will be there and accompany him" said Robert, who had swung his steps into the interior of the rash, leaving Sita and Mami Indri.

Sita is completely wrong now and does not know what to mami Indri.

"Have you had breakfast, Sita?" Ask Mami Indri to her daughter-in-law.

"Already, Nyo-"

"Sorry! Sita Mami's intention."

"We've had breakfast, Mami," Sita repeated her answer.

"Let's chat over tea then!" Take Mami Indri while guiding Sita to a park that is still inside the mansion. Either Mami Indri will invite Sita to chat what. Hopefully it is not about the status and caste of Sita.

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