THE WIDOW BED NEXT TO MY HOUSE
S2. 06. 10 Years passed

10 Years have passed.

Who would have thought the three twin sons Fransiska and Daniel had grown up to be mature and beautiful men.

...ILLUSTRATIONS...

...EZRA, BRADY AND CLAY...

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Ezra and Clay own Daniel's business. For Brady, he prefers to open a boutique store with a brand in his own name.

At the age of 20 years they have been able to hold a business and open a business to continue the good name of Fransiska and Daniel.

Not only Ezra, Brady, and Clay were successful in advancing the business owned by both parents. Vika is the same. However, 3 years ago when Vika was 27 years old, James suddenly suffered a heart attack due to fatigue and had to leave Vika alone in this world.

Standing, weeping, and struggling in the land of the birth of the Papa, without the figure of the Papa. Only Fransiska, Ezra, Brady, and Clay took the time to visit and see the news of Vika there.

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In Vika's lavish dining room.

Vika had been sitting in the main seat, in front of her had been presented so many luxurious meals filled the long table. Slowly her tears trickled down, the memory of James indulging himself constantly flashed through her mind unasked. Sometimes it makes it hard to live life.

Over and over again he took a deep breath to win his heart and mind. But still, the sweet, loving and loving memories of the figure of the Papa can not be forgotten just like that.

The housekeeper could only look and be sad to see Vika grieving like that.

“Huh! It has been 3 years. But why I still can't forget the sadness of losing Papa,” hela Vika while raising her face to stop the flow of tears flowing down her cheeks.

“Because in my opinion, you are a foolish woman!” chirps a young man, stepping while groping the suitcase closer to Vika.

A handsome young man wore a T-shirt, jacket, hat, white iron necklace, and earrings on his right ear. That handsome young man was Clay.

Clay stopped next to Vika. Clay bent his body slightly, his hand holding Vika's chin, so Vika turned her face, looking very close and fixed Clay's face.

“I did not expect that women of your age still often cry over the departure of people who should have been calm there. How stupid, and pathetic you are right now!” hina Clay with her cold face.

Vika is still in between believe it or not, seeing Clay tonight at her house.

“Is it true, you are Clay?” vika asked with her chin still in Clay's grasp.

“You see!”

Clay removed his hand from Vika's chin, he sat on the chair, sipping Vika's cold drink without hesitation.

Realizing his haughty, cold, and arrogant attitude was really Clay. Vika immediately got up from her seat, and sat on Clay's lap.

“Clay! My little husband-to-be who has now grown into a grown man with a mouth that can not be controlled and never issued polite words!” cetus Vika with one breath.

As usual, Vika's habits never change. Hugging, kissing, even after Ezra, Brady and Clay became mature men with strapping bodies, Vika bravely sat on their laps.

“Stop, stop and stay away from me, VIKA!” clay yelled as if Vika was the same age as him.

“No way, I won't stop all my deeds!” reject Vika still continues to hug and shower Clay with a kiss.

I don't like to be showered with kisses. Clay clenches the rice and puts it in Vika's mouth.

Vika stopped showering Clay with her kiss, her mouth chewed on the rice.

“Hem, the rice why it feels salty, yes?” asked Vika with her mouth still chewing.

“Clearly salty. People I had peed on the plane and forgot to wash my hands,” said Clay follow nosy, do not forget the cold face continues to decorate the face look.

Vika stopped chewing, nauseous at the thought of slovenly things, her legs running towards the bathroom, spewing out some rice still in her mouth.

Clay's phone tucked away in his pants pocket rang, seeing the name caller was “MAMA”, Clay immediately picked up a phone call from Fransiska.

📲 [“Assalamu'alaikum, have you arrived dear?”] fransiska asked after Clay picked up the phone call.

📲 [“Wa’alaikumsallam, already Ma.”] sahut Clay brief.

📲 [“How is the state of Vika there. Is she okay?”] fransiska sounded worried.

📲 [“Mama rest easy. Vika was seen eating regularly, kok.”] Clay told a little lie not to make Fransiska worry.

📲 [“Sgratitude. Clay, you must remember to be polite to Brother Vika, yes!”]

📲 [“Vika is not Clay's sister. So, Clay will never want to call Vika with Big Brother!”] firmly Clay.

📲 [“Iya-it. If so, Mama hang up her phone call first. You be careful and keep Vika there, yes!”]

📲 [“Hem!”]

Clay ends Frances' phone call after saying a closing greeting.

“This mom,” hela Clay while putting her phone back in her pants pocket.

“You are indeed very evil Clay!” groused Vika while walking towards the dining room, and sat back down to her seat.

“Don't say I'm evil, if you yourself are still often evil to me and my two brothers!” clay protested, his hands dipped his food over the bowl and fed it to his mouth.

“You want revenge, the story?” ask Vika curiously.

“Ha! Make what. Now I'm hungry, I want to eat.”

“Do you really want to eat together with me?” vika asked in disbelief.

“Cash!” it just came out of Clay's mouth.

Without much questioning and talking, Vika serves food on Clay's plate. They both enjoyed dinner together.

20 Minutes passed.

Clay and Vika have moved, sitting on a rooftop accompanied by warm coffee and fries as a snack. While enjoying the beautiful star-studded sky that night, Clay slowly glanced at Vika's pretty face as if rejecting the elder.

Intrigued by the texture of Vika's facial skin never seen wrinkles and wrinkles, Clay's fingertips slowly approached and pressed the soft skin of Vika's cheeks.

“Clay!” snapped Vika immediately rubbed next to the cheek of Clay's touch.

“I'm just wondering why you never get old. Though if I count your age is now 30 years,” Clay chirps relaxed, he also leaned his body on the back of the chair.

“Do not be curious. Later if I tell you the big cost of my treatment, small pockets you will not be able to pay,” said Vika as if to underestimate Clay.

“Luckily you are not my woman type,” muttered Clay heard by Vika.

“What did you say earlier?” vika asked spontaneously changing her sitting position.

“You...not.women..my choice!” obviously Clay came back one by one with his cold face.

“Awas you yes! I make the three sons of Frances and Daniel bow to my knees one day!” threaten Vika with confidence.

“Oh yes?”

“Clay!”

“Vika!”

“Claaaayy!” call Vika long.

“Whispering! You can be quiet, anyway. Onion!” snapped Clay.

Vika just laughed, as if the sadness of losing James disappeared from her mind.