Married Three Breeding Widow
7. First Night Chat
Adji knew he should have told them not to joke, let alone with such perverted babble. But when Juwita replies with a very embarrassing sentence, Adji instead enjoys the girl's embarrassed face.
Oh God. Adji thinks a lot because he has to get married while not being able to let go of his wife, but it turns out he is not as troublesome as Adji thinks.
Looks reliable, hardworking, but also save the childish side that is not inferior to the Adji children.
As Adji laughed, Abhimanyu and Banyu were both shocked.
Since Mama's departure, Adji has barely expressed himself. No crying, no smiling, no laughing.
Maybe that's how Adji vents his sadness. So they were surprised to see Adji laughing after the time when Mama was still there.
The two children looked at Juwita in annoyance. They agreed Adji got married because of Mama. They accepted Juwita also because of Mama. But still, they are not satisfied to just let Juwita.
It's not that easy to occupy their Mama's position.
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Precisely at night, Juwita even more thought. That useless remark earlier this afternoon really wanted him to take it out with his own life.
In front of the boy is fine, but Juwita uttered it in front of Adji!
Goddamnit!
Juwita stared at her phone full of bitter taste. He felt like he wanted to call Mom and ask to go home instead of having to face Adji.
Duh, why did his mouth even say that, anyway? Where while smiling anyway!
"Jewith."
Glug.
"You're not sleeping yet."
Juwita. Doesn't there mean first night?
As if reading Juwita's mind, Adji scratched his nape uneasily. "I don't want to touch you. It's not. That's why I asked you to sleep here but ...."
He can't forget his wife, can he?
It may be awkward that he has to sleep with another woman now that his wife has just died, but he should still be able to do that without feeling guilty.
Even so, he still found it difficult. She must have loved Melisa so much.
Juwita quietly sighed in relief. Honestly, he wasn't ready either.
"I have no problem, no." Juwita patted the other side of the bed. "Save me the same as you. Don't be so awkward."
Juwita is more awkward.
"Sorry." Adji sat down, then shut up.
The silence will kill if left for a long time, so Juwita quickly opened the conversation. "If it wasn't for your wife, I might still find it hard to figure out where to make money for Mom's operation."
"Make me that's a return. Melisa always said if it wasn't for you, my last child might not exist."
Juwita looked at her hands that were clinging to each other on top of her thighs, trying not to be awkward. "Honestly, I feel too helped."
"You mean?"
"Well, I've always helped people without getting paid. You see, how well, it reduces my sincerity. I mean, I always believed that people would be helped by God. But, like, if answered directly with someone who is notolongin, I feel less sincere."
Juwita scratched the back of her head, confused as to what to say.
"I mean, I guess, tomorrow if I don't people, I feel like I'm going to want this, I keep like 'eh, then he bales too, yah'. If I'm not sincere, I'm afraid God doesn't help me anymore."
He understands no, Dad? Juwita felt her speech go round and round. He thought hard how to explain, without knowing that Adji already understood.
The man looked at Juwita confused as well as amazed.
"What do you think is someone who wants to jump in front of the car to dive in people's children?"
That's what Melisa said at the end of her life.
"You want him a kid, you want to be twenty, in fact he's the one who jumped. Make Cetta." Make Cetta."
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