Widows Complex
17. Planning For The Sick

The son finally actually slept in the house of Imelda. This morning, as usual after the bath and morning prayers, Putra made breakfast for himself. But since he was staying at Imelda's house, he made breakfast for Imelda as well.

At 07:30, a hot fried rice breakfast was served on the table. Unlike usual, Imelda still did not wake up, and it left Putra confused.

Should he go home leaving Imelda after finishing breakfast. Did he check on Imelda first and leave Imelda?

For 10 minutes the Son stared at the 2nd floor, Imelda's room. However, there was no sign of Imelda's awakening. Restless with his own heart, the Son began to move both feet up the stairs to the 2nd floor, Imelda's room.

As soon as he reached Imelda's room, the Son scrunched his forehead to see that Imelda's body was still wrapped in a soft blanket.

“Imelda, wake up!” said the Son after standing beside the bed.

Instead of hearing an answer from Imelda's lips, the Son instead heard a spoiled moaning voice like a little girl longing to complain to her Papa.

“Pa, Imel scared Pa. Imel was afraid to stay alone in this house, Imel was also afraid to get out of this house. Darwin, Imel did not think that Darwin had bad intentions for Imel. Imel was wrong with her, Imel was really scared, Pa,” cried Imelda, her body trembling in fear.

The son scrunched his forehead, repeatedly he took a deep breath, thinking what to do to make Imelda calm. To ascertain whether Imelda's body temperature was fine, the Son began to bring the back of his hand closer to Imelda's forehead. Having just touched the skin, the Son immediately pulled back the back of his hand from Imelda's forehead.

“Hot once,” muttered Putra felt Imelda's forehead skin hot like embers.

The son moved quickly out of the room to pick up the medicine box and a small basin of warm water to compress Imelda's forehead, allowing her fever to drop.

“Imelda, can you hear me?” ask the Son after sitting on the edge of the bed.

Slowly, Imelda's eyelids opened, her eyes fixed on the anxious face of the Son looking blurry.

“Ka-you..uhuk, uhuk!”.

“Su-have not moved and talk much more. Today you are quite quiet in bed, and let me take care of you,”.

Imelda simply nodded, closing her eyes again.

The son began compressing Imelda's forehead with a warm towel, and he also cooked Imelda beef rib soup porridge.

1 Hour finished this and that, Putra returned to Imelda's room with warm tea, and porridge of beef rib soup made.

“Imelda, wake. I've made beef rib soup porridge to add to your stamina,” call Putra wiggling Imelda's body.

With the help of the Son, Imelda slowly rose from her sleep, leaning her weak body on the headboard.

“You must eat and take medicine first before returning to rest,” said Putra while feeding porridge of beef rib soup into the mouth of Imelda.

“I didn't expect if you could be this good to me,” murmured Imelda while chewing the porridge inside her mouth.

The son was silent for a moment, looking at the pale face of Imelda still devouring the porridge.

‘True too. Just this time I care and want to take care of a woman. What's wrong with me, huh?’ muttered the Son inquiring inwardly, the hand returned to feed the porridge into the mouth of Imelda.

30 Minutes passed. The son had finished helping Imelda eat and take medicine. The son finally took a moment to change his clothes. Despite having a shower, the clothes last night felt uncomfortable.

After getting permission, Putra came out of the house of Imelda with a confused look considering his nature looks so different from usual.

“Akh, why am I like his girlfriend,” muttered Putra continued to step towards his house.

Putra's steps came to a halt when Maya Rihana, and 8 other widows suddenly gathered on the porch of her house.

“Why can you sleep in that hyper widow's house?” ask Maya to investigate.

“Imelda currently has a high fever. Having no brother, so I decided to take care of him,” said Son calmly, his hand unlocked the door of the house.

“Yakin?” ask Rihana in disbelief.

“You see!” said Putra close his body in front of Maya, Rihana and others.

Without further ado, Maya immediately sniffed the neckline of the Son, then looked at the neckline of the Son without leaving the seinchi. Instead of getting what he was thinking, Rihana and the other 8 widows immediately moved quickly to pull Maya away from the Son so that nothing strange happened according to Maya's mind.

“Maya!” reprimand Rihana while pulling Maya away from the Son.

“Apaan anyway, just disturb all of you,” Maya grumble.

“Don't you think you're the one who wants that. Me too!” whispered Rihana wanted to follow sniffing the scent of the Son's body.

“There are other things or not that I have to show?” ask the Son because he wants to go in and take a bath for the second time.

“Ti-no, you please come in,” says Maya let Putra in.

The son went straight into his house, did not forget to lock the door so that no one could break into his house.

After the departure of the Son.

Rihana, Maya, and 8 other widows walked away from the house of the Son. Remembering Imelda fell ill and was cared for by the Son. Maya, Rihana and 8 other widows had the bright idea of being with the Son, and felt the care of the Son's two burly hands.

“What's right if that hyper widow can do this niggling trick, why can't we!” cetus Maya doesn't like it.

“Then we don't want to lose to him. Why did that widow get sick, and why don't we!”

“True, what if we work together to make ourselves sick, so that the Son can take care of us,” proposed Rihana.

“How to?” ask the woman in a black kaftan.

“What if we boking the ice cream geeks, and mobile meatballs. Eating spicy, plus drinking ice, so that our body temperature rises,” suggests women with red hair light up.

“Ngak ah! The red widow did that, I am ogah. My slim and sexy body could turn into fat, floundering. Iiiiiihhh, just imagine it already scared.”

“Gini aja, how if the plan we do it ourselves according to our will. After success, you can contact Putra to ask him to take care of us,” Maya proposed.

“True, it just so happens that I already have his contact number,” said Rihana agreed.

“For those who have not received the contact number Son, then I will give it to you. I sent through wa,” said Maya seriously.

In the midst of busy Maya, Rihana, and 8 other widows ask for the phone number of the Son. The son even came out with a black shirt, and torn shorts. Making the aura of the Son's body radiated glare in the eyes of Maya, Rihana, and 8 other widows.

“Tight once,” muttered Maya, Rihana and 8 other widows with eyesight continue to follow the footsteps of the Son towards the house of Imelda.

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