THE WIDOW BED NEXT TO MY HOUSE
62. S2. 01.

Welcome to “LONG DUDA NEXT TO HOMEKU”.

Finished is Season 1, and this time it enters Season 2. Where 10 years have passed from all the problems through Fransiska with her ex-husband Andreas. As already known if Frances married Daniel, first love while sitting in high school first. Not only that, Frances and Daniel have been gifted 3 twins all of them male.

Vika's prayer was granted.

Go straight to Season 2

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CHAPTER 01.

No no no no!

The sound of footsteps from the high heels of women entering Daniel's house. A 20-year-old woman with a beautiful face. Pointed face, long curly hair waist, tan skin, pink lips without lipstick polish, eyebrows engraved neatly with eyebrow pencil and brown eyeballs.

That beautiful woman is Vika.

Now Vika has grown into a mature woman, dress style so graceful and also polite. All of these characters were acquired from James. James educates Vika to be a graceful woman and full of authority, truly like a leader.

Vika's footsteps stopped in the tv room, there sat three boys aged 10 years while playing a playstation.

Vika took a deep breath, both hands were put on the back, and shouted.

“GOOD AFTERNOON MY HANDSOME BROTHERS?!”

The three boys looked back, two boys frowned, and one boy put on a nervous face.

“We're not your sister!” sahut simultaneously 2 sour-faced boys. Call it Clay Daffin, called Clay. And Elard Ezra, called Ezra.

“Happy afternoon Brother Vika!” said the other boy with a nervous face. Call it, Agler Brady, called Brady.

Vika ran a little closer to Brady, then hugged him from behind very tightly.

“Brady is very different. Your face I really like more than both of your twin flat-faced, cute and cold!” chirp Vika while stroking her cheek to Brady's cheek.

“WE ALSO DON'T LIKE SISTER VIKA!” cetus simultaneously Ezra and Clay with their cynical gazes.

“But, I'm also happy to hear and see you two scolding me. I love you three. How about we just get married,” said Vika swapped his embrace position, hugging the body of Clay and Ezra from behind so it can not wart.

“MAMI!” yell Ezra and Clay.

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Pause for introductions.

Sure enough, even though they were born on the same day. But the minutes, seconds, and hours of their birth are different.

Elard Ezra, Ezra was the first son to be born Frances in a normal way without stitches. Ezra has a cute character. Behind the cuey attitude is stored caring, kind, and helping each other.

Agler Brady, Brady was the second son born normally without stitches. Brady is plain, kind, and easy to blend in with anyone.

Clay Daffin, Clay is the third son. Clay has a cold attitude. Behind the cold attitude save goodness and a sense of high care.

Finish the introductions, and go back.

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

Looks a beautiful 45-year-old woman, wearing a flower dress with hair in a midget running into the living room. That woman was Fransiska.

“Gorila woman has come to our house, Mi,” Ezra said, glancing her eyes to the side as Vika still hugs them.

Vika waved her hand with her sweet smile.

“Hai, Mama Siska. The longer Mama Siska the more beautiful,” greeting Vika did not forget her praise.

“Vika! Y-when did you come?” asked Fransiska while sitting on the sofa because she was tired of running.

“Newly,” sahut Vika.

Vika releases her arms from Ezra and Clay, then sits on the sofa next to Frances.

“Mama Siska...” call Vika hanging, her eye glances towards Ezra, Clay and Brady are staring at her from below.

Realizing that there was something important that Vika wanted to talk about, Fransiska took the initiative to have her three sons leave on the grounds of asking them to make them take snacks and make cold drinks.

“What do you want to talk to?” fransiska asked after her three sons left.

“I know all the past events made by Mama Anissa to Mama Siska and everything is very bad. I also know that right now Mama Anissa has been punished in a Tower in the farthest reaches of this world. I'm so grateful that Daniel didn't put Mama in jail and chose to punish her properly. But..” Vika speech stopped, head bowed, fingers pinched each other.

“But?”

“But, I don't know why I miss him so much. Although I know that Mama Anissa never misses and cares about me. As a child, I wanted to see his face. Just once! Unbeknownst to Papa James,” continued Vika pleading.

“Before Mama apologized. Actually, your mother, Anissa, passed away 5 years ago. Sorry to keep it a secret, it's all because you're entering the college exam stage. To keep your lecture from being interrupted, James told us to be quiet until the right time came, then we told you. Hem... You want to know why Mama Anissa never cared about you again?”

“Ke-why?”

“It turns out that for the rest of your Mama's life, Anissa was having low-grade HIV. Not routine medical visits to the doctor. Anissa instead thought about eliminating the virus by spreading it to all the men she invited to sleep. 1 month later Anissa was caught by Om Daniel's team. 1 year in custody, the, Anissa experienced abnormal changes in body temperature, when in check it turned out that the HIV virus in Anissa's body was getting violent. Knowing that Anissa was referred to a famous hospital abroad. Om Daniel and your Papa, James keeps sending money for medical expenses. James also often visited to see him in the hospital,” explained Fransiska paused.

Fransiska took a deep breath and continued.

“After all efforts made by the team of doctors. It turns out Anissa can't be saved anymore, because everything is late.”

Vika was astonished, a clear liquid filled both of her eyes until the sight before her became blurry. The sound of crying stuck in his throat so that only his lips moved. Slowly those teardrops rolled down on both of his smooth cheeks and fell down on his lap.

“Ma-Mama..” muttered Vika in between her tears stuck in the throat.

Frances pulled Vika's body, hugged and stroked her trembling body from crying.

“Cry as hard as you can because that's all you can do right now. Now you can only pray for Mama Anissa from here, ask for the good so that your late Mama can rest easy on the side of the Creator,” Fransiska soft advice.

Ezra, Clay and Brady stop their footsteps behind the couch Fransiska and Vika are sitting on. Staring at Vika's back kept moving and Vika's crying voice as soon as the lyrics rang out in both ears of the three of them.

“The gorilla woman's love,” whispered Ezra.

“Ja-don't say rough like that deck,” reprimand Brady.

Clay was just speechless, both hands squeezing the edges of the tray.

“We'd better go, let the two of them cheer each other up,” Clay suggested lowering his tone. Clay turned around, first leaving the tv room after Ezra and Brady.

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