Tough Widow
Theatricals

Angga smoothed his appearance in front of the mirror. Praising good looks that are far above average. Repeatedly remodeled hairstyles that have been thick with the typical style of Korean actors. 

"Don't call me Angga if you can't bring Ayu and mama together" he said. 

This morning his face was bright. His conversation last night brought about a lot of changes. Ayu's presence makes her day more colorful. 

"I have to pretend to be a bitch." Putting on a pouty face. 

Open the room door. His eyes skirted through the living room staring at Bu Winda who was waiting in the dining room. 

Angga came out of his room walking towards the front door. However, his steps stopped as the voice of Missa called out to him. 

"Aren't you having breakfast?" ask from a faraway direction. 

From the deepest recesses, Angga pity if he had to play, but he had to do it for the sake of his future. 

"Not hungry" answered Angga ketus. 

Miss Winda furrowed her brows. For a long time, this was the first time Angga spoke to her briefly. In fact, the man did not say good morning as usual. 

The pounding of the shoes and the floor sounded closer and closer then stopped right behind him. 

"Why you?" ask Miss Winda seriously. Do not feel the attitude of Angga wrong as a result of his actions. 

"Why you?" Angga imitated the speech of Missa with meleyot lips. 

"Is this because of the widow?" tanya Bu Winda made sure. 

Angga. Reluctant to explain it again to Miss Winda.

"The widow's base is gatel, seductive," he added, vilifying Ayu. 

"Name Ayu. Mama can call his name, "he said. 

"Whoever her name is mama doesn't care" said Missa in a cynical tone. 

All this time I've always tried to understand my mother's feelings, but it's my mother who doesn't understand me.

"If so why? Will Mama bless me?" answer Angga with a fixed position on his back Bu Winda. 

If you look at each other, there will be a heated debate. 

"No," answered Missa quickly, there was no place to include Ayu's name in her family list. 

Angga clenched both his hands. Furious with the great pride of his mother. 

"I go first" said Angga, continuing in his footsteps. He is afraid of getting out of control and will vent his anger. 

"Until now, my mother will not approve of your relationship with Ayu" cried Miss Winda loudly. 

However, it does not make Angga retreat, it is more desperate and will fight again to get his happiness. 

Ms. Winda smiled as the car that Angga was riding in disappeared behind the gate. 

"I know how you can forget the widow."

Walk towards the middle room. Then, take his phone. Soon after, she spoke seriously with someone behind her phone. 

During the trip Angga continued to grumble with the haughty attitude of his mother. The only way he had to ask the uncle for help if he did not succeed in breaking the woman's heart. 

"I have to go to Ayu's house." Look at the clock in his hand. Throwing the steering wheel towards Ayu's house which is also not far from his office. 

Because, only meeting the woman can restore her broken spirit. Angga also plans to meet with his uncle at the right time to discuss his relationship with Ayu. 

Ayu squirming. His hand reached for the cell phone on the bedside table. 

''Astagfirullah...'' Hurry up, lock your hair with origin. Tidying up the messy face on the prayer mat. Staring at Adiba who was still asleep, while Alifa seemed busy coloring. 

''Mama came out first, son, '' said Ayu opened the room door. 

"You ready? Forgive me that you overslept, said Ayu helping to check Hanan's bag. 

''No papa, Ma.'' Hanan smiled and understood the mom who was super busy. 

''It should be your job, not yours.'' Helps to wear a tie. 

Hanan could see the tired strokes on the face of the woman in front of him. Maybe he could wake up Ayu who was still asleep. However, he can prepare his own needs.  

''I'm a big man, Ma. Don't worry, '' Hanan said convincingly. 

Ayu rubbed her face into the bag of food and delivered behind the door because she did not wear a hijab. 

Just turning over, a heavy voice said a greeting from outside. Ayu. Ingon turned his head, but he realized that his eyes were now open. 

Like the voice of Angga. But the hell early in the morning he's here? Didn't he say last night he was going to the office once in the morning. 

Ayu walked slowly towards the door of the room. Stopped his steps there when there was no sound anymore.

Maybe I heard wrong. 

Ayu turned her head, how surprised to see Angga standing not far from her. Ayu immediately went into the room and closed the door making Angga chuckle with her manner. 

Turns out she was very pretty, about what long hair was short huh. 

The bachelorette's perverted brain comes into action, but Angga brushes him off before he legalizes the woman. 

Not long ago Ayu came out with all her body fully covered. Greet Angga politely and gently like the host and guest. 

"Gapain come here?" ayu asked timidly, still remembering about the incident a few minutes ago. 

Angga grunting. He sat down without answering Ayu's question. 

"Is there a problem in the office?" ask Ayu again. 

Angga shook his head heavily. "Where are Adiba and Alifa?" ask her. 

"They're in the room. Wait a minute I make coffee." 

"No need," Angga's sergeant stopped Ayu's move. 

The mood returned awkward. Angga continued to stare at Ayu intensely. 

"How do you feel about me, Yu?" asked Angga suddenly which made Ayu confused. 

Ayu shrugged both of her shoulders. In his little heart, he felt comfortable when near the man. But he didn't want to admit it. Afraid that what he felt was only the feelings of a friend and misunderstood by Angga. 

"Aren't you working?" Angga diverted the conversation. Staring at the appearance of Ayu who still wears a home negligee. 

"Awhile more. What are you doing here? Not that this is your time to work," Ayu asked. 

"I'd be more excited to see my future wife's face before work." 

Instantly Ayu's face blushed with the absurd words of Angga. He could not dwell anymore if the man had brought out his monkey style. 

"Go, it's noon." Ayu pulled Angga's arm. He does not want to be caught in the flow of love for a moment. Moreover, the man was unceasingly seducing. 

Although still timid, Angga could see a tinge of love on the woman's face. 

"Kiss dong first." Pointing her cheek with one finger. 

The moment made Ayu upset and pushed Angga up to the terrace. 

I closed the door and locked it. Back against the wall. His one hand rubbed his chest which was currently pounding. 

"I'll go first, honey. Take good care of yourself. Greetings to the children, cried Angga from the outside. 

Ayu only smiled slightly and shook her head.