I'm Your Widow Duda
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"I love you, Sita!" Reveal Robert stared intently at Sita who just stared.

"I love you" repeated Robert again whose one hand had been stretched out to wipe Sita's face, then cupped her gently.

Robert brought his face closer to Sita's face, and then with a sharp kiss on Sita's lips.

"Don't go," Robert's plea flowed along with Sita's consciousness as if returning. Sita pushed Robert's chest to get the man away from her. Sita did not get out of the room and instead walked quickly to the bathroom in Robert's room.

"Sita!"

Robert's call was simply ignored by Sita who slammed the bathroom door.

Robert only sighed and did not want to disturb Sita. Maybe Sita really needs time alone to clear her mind. Robert opted out of the room, then closed the door and went back downstairs to meet Dyrtha who was still waiting for him below.

While Sita who is now leaning behind the bathroom door suddenly shed tears. Sita doesn't know why she's a mernangis, but Sita just wants to cry now. Sita was confused and worried.

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"It's obvious?" Dyrtha asked once again to confirm to Robert who looked dreamy when Dyrtha invited him to discuss.

You freak!

"Yes, obviously!" Robert answered without enthusiasm.

"Ck! Your mind's not here, Rob! What exactly is bothering you?" Ask Dyrtha wonder.

"Nothing!" Robert was still not excited.

"Dyrtha, is your business done?" Ask a woman as she approaches Dyrtha and Robert.

"Hi, Honey! Are you awake?" Sapa Dyrtha to the wife and do not forget Dyrtha also kissed his wife's lips to make Robert snort.

"Where is your wife, Robert? I'm back from the hospital, right?" Mizty who was Dyrtha's wife instead asked Robert.

"He's resting in the room" replied Robert who immediately made Mizty round his lips.

"Your business is done?" Ask Mizty once again to Dyrtha.

"Already! Let's go home!" Dyrtha answered while putting the papers on the table.

"I'm going to call Kathlyn first" said Mizty, who had swung his way to the playground.

"There must be some drama in a moment" kekeh Dyrtha as he got up from the sofa.

"Tomorrow don't forget to go to the office, Young Master! Don't dodge it anymore or find an excuse!" Dyrtha reminded Robert once more.

"Your daughter's been too long!" Omel Dyrtha was passing to the playground to catch up with his wife earlier. There was also a cry from Kathlyn who did not seem to want to go home and still want to play with Angga.

"Let him stay here first! Don't force it!" Said Robert who had followed to the playground.

"They are sleepy already," said Dyrtha as he sniffed his chin towards Angga who had repeatedly yawned. Robert approached Angga and squatted down in front of the son. While Dyrtha is still struggling with the screams and scratches of Kathlyn who seems really unwilling to go home.

"Let's go home and bob at home!" Force Dyrtha who had been holding Kathlyn without caring about the princess' scream. Basic brutal.

"We're home first, Robert!" Pamit Mizty carries Kathlyn's backpack.

"Yes, careful!"replied Robert who was still crouching in front of Angga.

"You want to sleep too?" Robert asked Angga after Dyrtha and Mizty were nowhere to be seen.

"Where's mom, Pa? Is Mama still sick?" Instead of answering Robert's question, Angga asked Papa back.

"Mama's just taking a break." Robert gently rubbed the head of Angga.

"Let's take a shower, then sleep!" Invite Robert next while bringing Angga into his trunk, leaving the playground that has no shape.

Robert brought Angga to the boy's temporary room, as the room for Angga was still in the renovation stage and not yet finished. Robert bathed Angga painstakingly, then changed his clothes in his pajamas and neatly combed the hair of the six-year-old boy.

"When did Angga start school, Pa? Kathlyn said she had gone to a big school."

"They want to go to school too" whined Angga who was already lying on the bed.

"Want to go to Kathlyn's school, too?" Robert made an offer.

Angga nodded over and over again.

"Let's sign up first, yeah!" Robert's next promise that instantly made Angga's lips renew a smile. For several days Angga was only at home and Mami Indri took the initiative to call the teacher to Angga so that the boy had activities. But apparently Angga began to saturate his own learning at home because there were no friends.

Angga's age is supposed to school and mingle with their peers.

"Pa," called Angga again whose head was rubbed by Robert who was also lying beside him.

"Well, Dyrtha, Kathlyn wants a sister, huh?"

"When did you have a sister?" Angga asked, raising his head and looking at Robert.

"Quickly." Robert answered withholding the pain in his heart because again remembered the prospective child who failed to develop because of Sita stress and many thoughts. All because Robert was less sensitive to Sita all this time.

"Just pray, yeah! So that Angga also immediately have a sister," continued Robert again trying to review the smile even though his heart still feels sad.

Twice losing a child, how could Robert not be sad?

Angga yawned once more and the bkcah seemed to have become completely sleepy. Robert pressed his hold on Angga and kissed the face of the boy who was now sleeping.

"Pope dear Angga," whispered Robert as he shed tears.

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After being satisfied crying and calming down, Sita who was fresher came out of the room to look for Angga. Tumben once his son was not looking for Sita. Is Angga asleep?

"Where are you going, Ma'am?" Ask Sita to a maid she met.

"It's sleeping, miss!" Answer the maid.

"Where?" Ask Sita again.

"In his room, with Mr. Robert," the maid took Sita to Angga's room. After saying thank you, Sita opened the door slowly Angga room, and immediately saw Robert who had also slept while holding Angga. Sita's heart melos. It was hard for the woman to swallow her suddenly bitter saliva.

"You will hurt Angga if you take him away from this house, Sita! Can you think about your son's feelings for once?"

The warning sentence from Robert again flashed in Sita's mind.

Sita chose to close the door again Angga room and remove the clear grains that had been piled up in her eye fertilizers. Angga was already dependent on Robert and the boy was it if he had found the figure of his dream father in Robert. But Sita also can not if you have to continue to survive, hold back the pain because Robert who never moved on from Sheila.

It's a real dilemma now.

"Sita, aren't you asleep?" A reprimand spread Sita's daydreams and made the woman quickly wipe away the aurmata that was still wetting her face.

"No, Madam!" Reply Sita stammered.

"Mami," corrects Mami Indri because Sita still calls her Madam, as if Sita is a stranger in this family.

"You crying?" Ask Mami Indri when she sees Sita's face.

"No, Mistress!" Kill Sita who is still stuttering.

"Mommy! Ck!" Mami Indri clucked and seemed to be getting upset at Sita who never wanted to call her Mami.

"Sorry," muttered Sita while lowering her head. Sita breathed a long sigh repeatedly.

"It's late and you better get some rest, Sita!" The advice of Mami Indri finally made Sita nod.

"Yes, Nyo-"

"Mommy!" Cut Mami Indri a little firmly.

"You're the son-in-law in this house, Sita! Can you stop calling me madam and change to call Mami from this second?" Firmly Mami Indri who has grabbed both shoulders Sita.

"Sheila is also your daughter-in-law, Madam! Did you ever tell her to call Mami or just accept her presence in this house?" Sita stared boldly at Mami Indri who instantly fell silent.

"That's another story!" Mami Indri replied that her eyes looked hateful.

"But Robert, your son loves him so much. Even to this day Robert still loves him and does not stop muttering his name while sleeping." Sita has shed tears.

"Can't you get rid of your hatred for Sheila, and mend your relationship with Robert without any wedge?"

"Robert was hurt because both his parents hated the woman he loved, even after the woman was gone forever from this world."

"At any time, Sheila is also your daughter-in-law, Madam! So stop hating him and don't make Robert hurt more."

"Robert your son!" Sita's voice was getting louder. Sita slowly released the embrace of Mami Indri on both shoulders, then went towards the stairs and headed to her room.

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