My Young Widow
Before the Wedding

The girl carrying boxes containing valuables belonging to her parents, she officially moved home after Andra paid off and showed proof of her purchase, nothing can be refused from Andra, and she has to pay, even if he wanted to scream it was not bad.

Why is he like this? Why did his wife ask him to separate if he was this good, why?

The questions that were in his head no one could answer, father and mother did not even care for that reason, they said that it was not a soul mate anymore, but the strange feeling obviously can't be put aside.

"Hellen," call Andra.

Girl, my name is Girl, just call me Girl!

Although rebellious, the good girl is to keep walking closer to Andra, she always reigned in the heart only.

"What?"

"Now let the maid keep it, you rest, I'll show you our room too!"

The girl crossed her hands to her chest, Andra's eyes were fixed there, she laughed

"You don't be weird!" Girl pointed at Andra's nose.

"Ck, it's strange what, it's natural that the husband and wife sleep in one room, rasain had just come!"

"Heh, basic!" Girl hold her fist, this is unfair name, she is mocked by a man younger than her, it's a shame. "Ndfile ...."

Andra kept walking, occasionally she bit her lower lip, the presence of the Girl as she waited, she meant a girl like Girl, but it was difficult for her to say that name even if she wanted to please the Girl, she said, only he knows in this house.

The girl's mouth was unceasingly open, some rooms Andra had shown her and it was almost like a classy hotel room in this big city.

"Ndra, whose room is this?"

"We."

The girl stepped in, she forgot about her emotions earlier, andra's taps seemed to disappear and just vanished from her mind. Her innocent legs crossed several compartments in it, the tenement of which was inside, the bathroom was about the size of a girl's bedroom in the old house, making her want to sleep in the bathroom only.

Plaque!

The girl clapped her cheeks and pinched her own hands, wanting her to make sure that this wasn't a dream.

If she wanted to make a woman a widow, why should she be given such a luxurious one?

Seeing the expression of the girl who was quite strange according to Andra that made him powerless to approach, he circled his hands to the waist of the Girl, making the Girl aghast, pushing Andra's body away.

"Heh, I'm a spinster huh, but I've never messed around with some of my ex-girlfriends, I don't like the dating models that touch so!" once conscious, the girl lowered her hand pointing at Andra. "I mean-"

Andra mangosteen, she's hard to guess.

"Yes already, I already know ki-ta's room .. can you now go back to the connecting hall of the father's house?"

As you wish, the girl is the queen here, whatever she asks is clearly going to Andra and the others fulfill. Suddenly there is guilt, weakness here, Girl look at Andra who looks straight hallway by hallway this house, Andra is not just his lover, but he is a future husband, andra is not just his lover, he shouldn't have been that hard.

But, what Andra should have said was so to him, Girl scratching confused.

While each endearing journey beginning this marriage leaves Andra suffocating unseen, she keeps her trauma deep, but still appears frail in front of the Girl.

"Ndra," he called andra's hand.

Andra turned around, "Say I'll see you, come on!"

"Huh .. sorry about me!" Girl says fast. "I'm sorry about that!" reworked.

"Which one?" andra was confused.

"That one!"

"Where the hell?" still don't understand.

Finally, inevitably, the showgirl too, she did what Andra had done to her, as Andra turned to keep a hue on her face.

***

The girl did not want to be happy herself, she brought her two friends in two days before the wedding to visit the new house, it just so happened that they were able to return home quickly today and the opportunity for the young mothers was looking for some fresh air.

"I swear, this doesn't lose to the house of the number one artist that time, Dis!" Rena swipes her nails on the ceramic wall of Girl's room.

The little girl chuckled, she let her two friends explore.

"I'm not sure I'll be able to stay here, but I have news for you!" Sifa ran to Girl, she was sitting on the long sofa in front of the bed.

"What?" The confused girl was surprised at once.

Sifa asked Rena to come closer as well, flanking the bride-to-be not to run anywhere.

"I heard that yesterday, there was a Mukti family house that sold, and continued to confuse it was the former home of Mr. Andra with his ex-wife, Lisa. I think he bought this house so he can move on from his ex-wife deh, this big, but that's his first former house, right?" Sifa showed the news.

Really, there's a lot that Girl misses here, because she's busy pacing the mail and getting married with Andra, so she doesn't have time to find and read all about Andra.

A beautiful house, even a single look has been made to fall in love with that house.

"Why did he sell it when it was still good?" The girl looked at her two friends.

"Why else, Dis? Yeah, obviously if he's there, he'll remember him, and you want to be flanked?" sifa replied half exploded.

"Who was she in love with?" he said it clearly after he found out. "Mister Lisa, why don't you just hang on?"

Sifa pulled again, at least the three of them keep their doubts well.

"All I know is that, Mr. Andra is trying to be together, but it's his sister who's having a hard time, for reasons that aren't clear." Sifa explain.

***

Many questions arise in the mind of the Girl, it feels like she wants to run to the main house of Andra to ask for clarity, she feels will be tormented life to be someone else in front of others, he said, it is dangerous for his heart.

However, who could resist all the curiosity, the girl had tried to calm down and not want to know, but she was moved to want to know, she had to know her husband.

"Ndra, are you busy?" ask the doubtful girl.

"No, just meet the family that's coming tomorrow, what's the matter?"

"Ndra, about that, mmm .. your ex-wife, what-"

"Don't talk about him!" cut Andra, already firm and clear when she rejected it all, one word of Lisa's name certainly made her uncomfortable. "Hellen, listen to me!" her door.

The girl nodded as if Andra was in front of her, until she had not arranged and prepared herself for tomorrow.

"Hellen, stop talking about your ex, don't piss me off about it, you know?"

"Why? Answer me first, why can't I talk about it or ask about him to you, answer!"

Tut!

Damn, that widower sure sucks.

Girls try to call again, but Andra's phone is not active immediately, and with lightness Girls say that currently Andra is busy preparing their wedding.

"Stop, remember yes you have to stop, Dis!" Girl forced herself.

"Don't talk about the past, just focus on yourself!" any more.

But, Andra is not a stranger according to him, Andra has also known his parents and sister. The girl decides to send Andra a message, they get married tomorrow, so they have to make peace.

[Ndra, I'm sorry.] Girl-girl.