The Bride of the Successor Mr. Angrier
The Rich Widow

Household life Nadira and Arman felt increasingly difficult after Arman in PHK from his workplace. They had to owe it here and there to get on with life. Even without Nadira's knowledge, Arman was already in debt with Juragan Bahri. A notoriously cruel leech.

The trial grew heavier after Arman could not pay his debts to Juragan Bahri. The stocky man was eyeing the figure of Nadira to be used as a tool to pay off Arman's debts.

Of course Arman didn't let that happen. He continued to find ways to free Nadira from the clutches of the Bahri Juragan, until someone offered to help. However, with one condition that is so heavy for Arman.

"Be my beloved, then all your troubles will be solved. Your wife will return to your side and you will live a quiet life without thinking about financial problems again. How's it?"

Will Arman accept the offer and betray his relationship with Nadira? Or reject it and let Nadira be touched by Juragan Bahri?

Yukkk, see their story ...

...The Widow Rich...

Chapter 1 excerpt

Nadira (22 years) opened the lid of a milk can owned by his son named Amara Qirani (2 years). The plain beautiful face without makeup looked sad after looking into the milk can. It turned out that the supply of milk for her daughter was already running low and likely only enough for tomorrow.

Nadira was silent for a moment while staring at the kitchen wall that had been perplexed with a blank look. He was really confused where else to look for a loan. Everyone is starting to not believe his promises.

The petite woman, who had smooth white skin, walked straight to the front room, where her husband was relaxing there.

From a distance, Nadira noticed Arman Raditya (30 years old) who was sitting while leaning on the back of a plastic chair with a face that looked tangled as well. Slowly Nadira sat down beside Arman and managed to make the man gasp in shock.

"Eh, Dira." Arman smiled then confirmed his sitting position.

"How is this, Mum? Amara's milk and diapers are a little more. Our rice and gas as well" said Nadira with an anxious face looking at the handsome man with the large height posture.

Arman was breathing heavily. He stroked Nadira's shoulder while smiling wryly. "Tomorrow, you pinjem again to the nearest stalls. Later, if Mas already got a job, we pay off our debts to them" said Arman.

Arman was just in PHK from work. The company where he worked suffered a huge loss and therefore they started because they reduced the number of employees. Now Arman is unemployed and still looking for a new job.

"But they don't believe my words. They are even upset because I did not pay our old debts" said Nadira.

Nadira breathed heavily while shedding her tears. "I'm actually embarrassed, Mom. Very-very embarrassed. Every time I get close to their stalls, they're always insinuating about our debts."

Arman grabbed the beautiful face of Nadira who now looks sad. He wiped away the tears flowing down Nadira's cheeks so gently. "alright. We better get some sleep. It's already night. Tomorrow I'll go see my mom, who knows I have money. At least for Amara's milk and diapers" Arman said.

Actually Nadira doubted if Arman managed to get money from his mother-in-law. They also owe him a lot. However, as a submissive wife, Nadira finally nodded.

"Alright, Mas. Hopefully, I will be willing to give loans for us" said Nadira.

Nadira got up from his position then walked towards their room, Arman was still silent in the room with a disheveled face, shrinking his mood at that time.

"Yes, God! Where else would I have to complain and borrow money to cover the needs of the three of us. Let alone others, his parents alone can not help us," he complained while breathing heavily.

Next day.

Early in the morning, Arman said goodbye to Nadira. The handsome-faced man even skipped his breakfast and only had time to sip a cup of coffee made by his little wife.

"Yes, Lord .. May Mas Arman succeed in getting the money," he murmured as he watched Arman's back walk further away.

As originally planned, Arman's main goal today is the mother's residence. 20 Minutes later, Arman arrived. From a distance Arman saw the mother who was busy drying freshly washed clothes, in the yard of his house.

"What's up, Arman?" asked Bu Ningsih with a slightly bent face to see the arrival of his son. Without being told, the middle-aged woman already knew full well what Arman's intentions and goals were to meet her.

Ms. Ningsih exhaled a rough breath. "It's definitely pinjem money again, right?"

Arman walked up to the sofa in the front room and sat there staring at his mother's face.

"Yes, Mom. I'd like to stamp some more money to buy Amara's milk."

Ms. Ningsih sat on the sofa, not far from Arman's position. "It's not that I don't want to borrow any more from you, Arman. But, your previous debt, you have not paid. Now you want to pinjem again? It could be money saved by Mother Ludes," said Bu Ningsih.

Arman fell silent with his head bowed to the floor.

"Yes, already. A minute!" Bu Ningsih got up from her position then stepped inside her room. A few minutes later, the middle-aged woman returned.

"It." Ms. Ningsih handed Arman a piece of blue banknote.

"Mom can't borrow any more from you and this is all I can give you. You know yourself, don't you, Arman. This mother does not work and only expects deliveries from your sister there," continued Ms. Ningsih.

Yes, during this time Ms. Ningsih only relied on money sent from Arman's sister who worked as TKW in the opposite country. In addition, he has no other income.

Arman stared at the money with the nominal 50 thousand rupiah. "Can't you just add a little more?"

"Can't, Arman. That's all I can give you" Ms. Ningsih replied firmly.

Arman breathed a heavy breath. "All right then. I'll say yes, Mom."

After kissing the back of Bu Ningsih's hand, Arman immediately left and left the middle-aged woman's residence.

Again Arman looked sadly at the money. "Such money is only enough to buy Amara milk with a small size. While other needs are also almost exhausted," he complained.

"Where else do I need to borrow money?" continued.

Suddenly there was a noise from one of the houses. Arman reflexively looked towards the commotion. It turns out that there is a heated debate between two men of large stature and sangar with a mother-mother owner of the house.

Arman listened to what they had to say and from what he had heard, Arman was able to conclude that the two men of great stature were the sons of the Bahri king, the leech.

Long Arman was silent at the place where he stood while thinking of something. "Juragan Bahri .. do I have to borrow money from him? But, the flower requested by the man is not half-hearted," murmured Arman.

"But if I go home with no money, my wife and children are at risk of starvation" he continued with a disheveled face.

After considering finally Arman decided to dare to borrow money from the loan shark. With quick steps, Arman approached the two men of great stature.

Incidentally, the two big men had already managed to get what they wanted from the mothers. They are now preparing to leave the place by riding a motorcycle.

"Sir, Sir! Sorry distracting. Can I meet the Bahri?" asked Arman hesitantly.

"What do you need to do with the boss?" ask one of the men.

"Sa-I want to borrow money, sir," replied Arman stammeringly.

The two men looked at each other with grinning faces. They are happy because they managed to get new prey without difficulty.

"alright. Then follow us" replied the rogue man.

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