Widow Kepentok Duda
Your problem is my problem

Sandra sat in front of the makeup mirror staring at the reflection of the face of the mirror. He and Farzan decided to return home after the party was over.

The woman sighed violently, before then looking down and staring at the fist that was above her lap.

Implied clearly on the face if there is a thoughtful burden. Sandra is the type of woman who likes to harbor her own feelings, and does not like to indulge it if it is really not painful.

Farzan who had just finished taking a bath, looked at Sandra who was sitting down while bowing her head. He approached to see the woman who had become his wife seemed to squeeze her fingers.

“San.” Farzan called out, but it seemed that Sandra was getting late in daydreaming.

Farzan further furrowed his eyebrows, then sat on the edge of the bed that was next to the dressing table, and then grabbed one of Sandra's palms.

Sandra was very surprised when her palm was grasped, to turn her head and see Farzan who had looked at her.

“You daydreaming?” asked Farzan while looking closely at Sandra's face.

Sandra immediately probably put away the look of surprise on the face, then changed it with a smile.

“No, just suddenly remembered some work,” Sandra replied accordingly.

Farzan continued to look at Sandra so closely, not seeming to believe Sandra's answer. Farzan felt Sandra was less focused and a little depressed after changing clothes, making Farzan wonder if anything had happened in the locker room this afternoon.

“Come!” Farzan drew Sandra's hand, then asked her to sit next to him.

Sandra obeyed Farzan's orders, then stood with one hand still held by Farzan, then sat next to the man who was now legally her husband.

“San, starting this afternoon, we are officially husband and wife. Whatever your problem, it will also be my problem, and vice versa. I don't want any secrets between us, whether it's work, friends, or anything else. I will be honest with everything I feel, I also hope you do the same,” said Farzan at length.

Farzan deliberately did not directly ask Sandra to tell him things that disturb the mind, only fishing for Sandra to want to talk to herself.

Sandra was quite surprised to hear Farzan's words, to feel insinuated because in reality she was hiding something from the man who had become her husband.

Sandra clasped Farzan's warm palm and stared at the grip for a moment, before turning to look at Farzan and understanding what her husband meant.

Farzan raised one eyebrow angle hearing that.

“What did they say to you?” tanya Farzan.

“Actually not directly, it's just that I accidentally heard,” Sandra replied.

Sandra finally told me, remembering when she was going to go change clothes.

Sandra stopped her steps, then heard Farzan's aunts gossiping about herself and Chila.

There was laughter from the room, until a woman spoke again.

“Farzan kok ya want-maunya same widowed child one, where his age is older than him also.”

“True, even though Farzan is young and handsome, for example, a girl's nyari is still capable. Maybe even many will queue.”

“Do you know, the girl said she also has special needs, does that mean her child is disabled?”

“But I see his son is ordinary.”

“Do not get me wrong, I heard it myself, Anisa said that indeed the child has a hearing loss. Yes ... although Anisa praised that the child is clever and sweet, but still for me disabled.”

Sandra's heart felt squeezed to hear all the gossip. He never bothered if he was insulted, but do not let his favorite daughter insulted.

Without feeling a clear crystal clear from the tip of the eyelid after Sandra finished telling her story. He hurriedly wiped it then smiled incisively on the face.

“I'm used to being insulted and labeled bad, but I can at least if I hear or see Chila being insulted or vilified.” Sandra finally revealed what made her daydream and agitated earlier.

Farzan was so sorry that his aunts hurt Sandra. He grabbed Sandra's body and took her in a trap. Now they have legally become husband and wife, of course Farzan will not hesitate to hug the woman.

“Sorry, I promise if it won't happen again. If I had known from the beginning, I would have made them shut up.”