Widows Complex
01. The Debate of Widows

Sanjaya Putra, a handsome young man. The nose is sharp like an outsider, the jaw is firm, the eyeball is black sticky, the eyebrows are thickly etched neatly, the hair is black and smooth, the posture is high strapping, the skin is white clean. It is really suitable to be a model. But unfortunately, Putra was only a young man of the Village, having just set foot in the big city.

The death of both Putra's parents in the Village, as well as the many debts of the deceased both, made Putra decide to sell the house left by his late parents in the Village. Some of the money from the sale of the house is paid to pay off debts, some of the rest of the money for the provision of Putra looking for work in the big city.

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Arriving at the big city terminal.

Not knowing where to go, Putra decided to sit for a moment on the terminal bench, looking for a contract for him to take shelter on his social media account. 30 minutes already he was looking for a contract on social media, social media, finally he got a contract to be in a luxury housing complex. At first he was not sure the contract was cheap, after he stood in front of a simple house, with a woman older than him then he was sure of the cheap price of the contract.

“What mother is not wrong renting a house as good as this only 7 million in 1 year?” ask the son a little doubt.

“Of course I'm sure. Why, you don't want to stay here? This is the gathering place of elite widows, youh!” suhut the owner of the contract.

“Janda?! Ma-mau, ta-but around my house is an elite house. And..” Putra's speech came to a halt as the rented owner's mother patted her shoulder.

“Don't say many times. You also have nothing to lose in this elite complex. The average neighbor is good, only fools who do not want to stay here. I've given you cheap, even I'm angry."

Call it Mama Inces. He did not want to lose back his previous kayak tenant, so in various ways he continued to seduce Putra to choose his contract.

Curious why previous tenants scolded the landlord and did not want to rent a house owned by Mama Inces which can be said to be quite good from other rented houses.

"If you may know, why did you bicker with your previous tenant?" ask the Son hesitating.

“Ah, just nothing. Never mind, where's the money?”

Mama Inces reached out her hand, urging Putra to give her rent money. Amidst their debate, the elite houses inhabited by widows sounded crowded with various kinds of activities. How not, the arrival of a handsome young man there turned out to disturb the entire body of the widow so as to make them gather on each porch, and the yard of their house.

The son, who still does not believe Mama Inces, reached out his right hand, asking for the key to the rented house first rather than giving the rent

“Where was the key, Mom?"

“Iiis. Afraid, you're a young man. Well, nah!"

Mama Inces took the keys from her sling bag, giving the keys to the outstretched Son's hand. After getting the keys to the rented house, Putra took the money in his backpack, counting the amount of rent while raving.

“Of course I'm scared. I'm young, you think I can be cheesy."

"Here you go, don't count the money. Uda tas it's that!"

Mama Inces took the money from the Son's hand, counting quickly using her saliva. Finished counting the rent, he breezed away to his matic motorcycle, and left with a happy laugh.

“Ck, old woman base!”

The son turned his gaze to the neighboring houses lined up and faced each other. The focus of Putra's gaze stopped on one house, right in front of his house, there was a young woman with a bohay body sweeping the porch of the house. Every now and then the young lady lowered her head so that the 2 chewy mountains were seen bouncing.

“Makjang. Just got here, there's already a good view."

The son grinned happy to see such a nice sight that was difficult to get in the Village. He had thought if the puberty would just disappear after he went to the city. But the same reality his mind is now inversely proportional.

"Eh! What the fuck is my mind? Conscious of yourself, Son, you are still a boy.” The Son came out of his perverted mind. He chose to turn his body. “Instead of someone waking up and asking for it in cas, I better just go in. Beberes house first, then I continue to look for work on social media."

As soon as the sound of a "little" from the door of the rented house Putra. 10 beautiful women with each posture quite alluring, standing in each front of their house, staring at the locked house of the Son.

“Jeng, instead of our new neighbor it brondong?” ask the woman wearing a torn negligee, red hair on the pinch up. Call it, Rihana

“You know this guy is brondong. If I think it's good enough for our eye freshener here,” continued the woman with a red lipstick on, call it Juliana.

“Aaaahhh, like something was throbbing as I kept staring at the muscles in both of her burly arms,” said a woman wearing a thin and tight dress, call it Maya.

At once the women's views point to Maya who looks beautiful.

“What's pulsating?” ask Rihana cynically.

“Anu..it is under the stomach,” Maya said while pinching her legs.

“GATEL!” the female cheers there in unison, Maya closes both ears.

“Not to be a hypocrite, all of you. Just say if you also need warmth from the figure of a man like our new neighbor!” cetus Maya raised her tone.

Maya feels cornered, she also does not want to lose a fight with other women. So that the commotion between the widows in the complex was heard to the ears of the Son. Curious about what was happening in front of his house, the Son came out, approaching the women arguing.

"W-What is this, mom, and sister?"

‘Still hiding already looks dashing. Especially if the bird flew out, Maya's inner’, saliva did not feel dripping out.

‘Come dong. Get out, get out a little, I want to see how big and long,’ Inner Rihana.

‘Cilukba, cilukba, peekba. Well, well, why not nongol-nongol, anyway!’ grouse Juliana.

Unable to stand their thoughts, Maya, Rihana, Juliana, and the other 6 women ran towards their homes while shouting loudly. Stay there beautiful woman who lives in front of the house of the Son. Call it his name, Imelda. Imelda kept her head down with both cheeks blushing like a tomato.

“Sorry, Mom why keep looking down, huh?” ask the curious son.

“Anu..it zipper you not buttoned!”

Ceplos Imelda with a reddened face like a boiled crab. How not, for the Son stood very close to him. Moreover, his gaze was not willing to be diverted anywhere.

“Sorry, I just peed. Hearing the commotion outside I got spontaneous out," said Putra while laughing.

Because shame caught zipper not buttoned. The son pretended to ask Imelda about the neighbors in the house complex.

"Oh yeah, why are there only women here? Her husband's on where all, huh?”

“Here is the widow's complex. So it's only natural not to find a man here,” said Imelda.

‘Iya, actually I already know. I pretended to ask because I was embarrassed!' inner Son.

“My name, Imelda Sarvati."

Imelda introduced herself first so that she could know the name of the Son, and their conversation would be a little longer. The son replies to Imelda's question, introducing himself.

“Sanjaya Putra, call aja Putra."

“It looks like you are young. Are you working?” ask Imelda kindly.

“My life is only 18 years old, just finished school a few months ago,” said Son relaxed.

“Haaa!! De-eighteen years?!"

Imelda was shocked when she heard that the new Son was 18 years old. Having a high posture, sixpack body, and hoarseness so manly does not show if the Son of a boy who has just grown up.

“Iya, why? Is it because my face looks grown?”

“Ti-no," Imelda said quickly.

Between pity and interest in the Son. Imelda tries to offer the Son a job. Even if he is ready to hear a rejection.

"Since you just finished school, what if you work at my company."

“Serious?” ask the spontaneous son.

“It just so happens that my company needs one more power. If you're interested, just come to my house later tonight," Imelda said calmly.

“Good, Mom!" sahut Putra happy.

Son is really happy. How not, just went to a big city, and confused to find a suitable job. Uh, there's a beautiful woman offering a job. However, not with Imelda, his forehead frowned looking at the excited face of the Son.

“Ke-why should I call mom?”

It turned out that the phrase "mother" made Imelda frown. The son who had laughed and smiled because he was happy to get a job, became silent. His face looked seriously at Imelda's flat face.

“Not that you are older than me," said Son.

“Iya-it. But do not call Mom too, just call Imelda to be familiar,”, said Imelda in between her small laughter.

“Oh! Well, then."

As Imelda and the Son were having a warm conversation, widows peeked out from their windows. Each face looks dislike to Imelda.

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