Married Three Breeding Widow
1. Big Opportunity

"Your mother's condition is getting worse and worse." Doctor Helmi spoke in a low voice so that only Juwita could hear. "I want to help as much as I can, but the procedure remains a procedure. If you can, Mom, you'll have to have surgery soon."

Juwita pursed her lips, engulfed by an erratic feeling. The twenty-two-year-old girl looked back, the room where her mother was being cared for, accompanied by Father.

So the only child of Father and Mother makes Juwita also the only new hope in making a living family. Moreover, in recent years, his mother was so sick that she had to be rushed to the hospital.

Father who since the beginning was not a big businessman is getting choked up. And Juwita was tired of seeing her father tired, also tired of seeing her mother sick.

"Okay, Doc." Juwita nodded, trying hard. "I need to design immediately. Thank you." Thank you."

Doctor Helmi who knew him smiled. Pat Juwita's arm as an encouragement before she leaves.

Juwita closed her eyes in that silence. Feeling his back cold by fear and desperation.

Where should he get the money for a liver transplant operation? While the money for medical care in the hospital he had to slam bones.

It felt like giving up, but if he gave up, where would Mom and Dad be taken?

"Mom." Juwita came in with a smile, as if there was nothing out there. "Why mother? You healthy?"

"healthy." My mother answered weakly. "Such a healthy mother was taken to the hospital. Go home, ah. I don't like you sleeping here."

"Sabarin. Mom slept here. It's good here. Mother Deket's favorite meatball stall."

Dad didn't make a sound, but patted Juwita on the back as if saying 'sorry is troublesome'. And Juwita smiled, patting her father on the back.

People say, dad's a hero. Juwita agrees. So when now the hero has retired, the turn of a new generation trying to become a hero.

"I had a call. You're the same dad here both ain't pa-pa, are you?"

Father once again patted his back gently. "Eating the real thing."

"Yes." Yeah."

Once out of there, Juwita felt her life was also half uprooted. But he kept going, trying to keep thinking where he should get the money.

*

When his head would break thinking about the hospital costs, the next day Juwita was lying in the room. His face was deathly pale withstanding pain, his body shivering between hot but cold.

Come month. The moon seemed to make me die.

When tears welled up in Juwita's eyes due to illness and anxiety, the house bell suddenly rang.

Juwita does not want to open, but the bell continues to ring until it becomes disturbing.

For God's sake, whoever it is, can he come by tomorrow? Tomorrow or the day after or you don't have to come forever.

Juwita had to move on, even if she didn't want to.

"Jewita Padmavati?"

Juwita wanted to shiver, because she was cold. But it's also hot. Even so, should he say that the person in front of him is handsome?

Kinda ... a little too handsome to stray into the front of the house, frankly. Is the debt collector now also selected from the look?

"Mr?"

Juwita. "Yes, I, ummm ... Sir?"

"Adji Wibowo," he said briefly. "If I can get in first?"

Juwita was forced to nod, letting her in. As Juwita sat down, her expression tried to be restrained. Akh, the flood's already.

"So I heard your mother went to the hospital."

"My mother's acquaintance?" juwita asked, trying to relax.

"My grandfather was like your grandmother's brother, but I guess you don't know."

Juwita's head was immediately blank. Don't blame him if he doesn't know who Grandma's brother is. Because, Grandma had died before Juwita could have good memories with a grandmother like most people.

"That, yeah?"

"Look, Juwita. Three years ago, my grandfather died. He told me, when I was a kid, he wanted to mate with me. Your grandmother agreed."

Juwita's almost choking.

O-okay.

"Two months ago my wife died. He's sick."

Juwita immediately grimaced. "So sorry."

"He, my wife, left me a will. My wife says I have to keep Grandpa's promise to my Grandma and you."

Blood flow in*************Juwita felt increasingly heavy and flooded. His sense of well-being was half seized by pain, half by the words of this man.

In other words, he wants to say ... let's get married?

"I don't mean to say this but if you want, I'll take care of all the expenses your parents need in the hospital. If you don't want to, I will help you. Just, I hope you want to."

*

Deep in Juwita's heart, of course there is a feeling he is being played. But when Adji meets Dad, they say hello to each other, which means they know each other well.

"Jewith." The call diverted Juwita from the peek effort. "Not to."

"What?"

Mother held her hand gently. "No need. You marry the same you want, not because of money let alone Mother. No need to."

But ... The person intended to help them. Help with Mom's operation costs.

"Jewith." Father suddenly came, hinting him to come closer.

Juwita. "How do you think Dad is?"

Just like Mom, Dad shook his head. "Dad knows he's a good boy. Dad knows. Just, I don't want you to be forced to do something for Dad and Mom."

Juwita looked behind Dad, at Adji who was watching them quietly.

His stomach is still tight. Juwita's rationality is also not one hundred percent. Just, it's a great opportunity.

"I talked to him first, Dad. Can, right?"

Dad nodded, letting Juwita go. When Juwita arrived, Adji stood up.

"Can you take me to the administration room?"

"Sorry, Pak—or I call you Adji, yeah? I'm sorry, Adji, but I don't want to be helped for free. If my grandmother is the same grandfather you are sadara, their relationship does not make you have to please me for free."

Adji nodded. "OKAY. That means you're gonna get back, right?"

"Before that, why did your wife give you such a will? Sorry, but that's weird for me. I suddenly felt like I wanted to be helped from the sky and it made me suspicious."

The man looked at her for a moment. He suddenly pulled out his phone and showed me a photo.

"This is my wife."

Juwita's eyes captured a picture of a gentle-faced woman. Just a moment after that, Juwita gasped. A memory appeared in his head.

If not, that was about half a year ago.

Juwita was buying lunch when suddenly a boy passed into a crowded highway of vehicles. Everyone was screaming hysterically thinking the child was going to get hit, but before that happened, Juwita had already run, taking the child despite having to bounce a few meters.

Because of protecting the boy, Juwita was injured. Not a severe wound, but he was a bit limp and had trouble using his elbow for two weeks.

The child's mother was this woman.

"Still, Deck. Very thanks." He repeatedly thanked her while crying out in worry.

The awkward Juwita could only grin. "No pa-pa, brother. The kids love that."

The woman wanted to give him money, but Juwita refused.

"I do not want to biasain myself waiting for something to be given out so do not need, Brother. Be careful at home."

Then Juwita left, forgot all about it.

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