Widows Complex
18. Imelda's sick must be pregnant with the Son of a Belang nose guy!

I wonder if Imelda is sick. Maya, Rihana, and 8 other widows followed the Son to the house of Imelda. The footsteps of Son, Maya, Rihana, and 8 other widows came to a halt in front of Imelda's bedroom door. A momentary debate occurred.

“What is the truth that hyper widow is sick?” maya whispered to 9 other widows.

“Somehow, I don't actually believe him either. Could be this.”.

“You entered or not?” son asked coldly, his face turning grim.

As the faces of Maya, Rihana, and 8 other widows shrieked, fearing the Son raged at them.

“I-iya,” nod them obediently.

The son pushed the door handle, visible from the front door of the room Imelda is still lying with a hot towel compress again, still located on his forehead.

“It looks really sick,” whispered another widow.

“Yes, pity too huh? What if something like this happens to us?” other whispers.

“Quietly, ‘kan here is Putra,” connect Maya with ease. The son glanced cynically, making Maya speechless.

Hearing the commotion from the front door of the room, Imelda slowly opened her eyes, directing her gaze towards the door.

“Son, why are there great mothers on my doorstep?” asked the weak Imelda, Maya, Rihana, and the other 8 were touched to hear Imelda's polite speech.

“They can't believe if you're sick. So, these women continue to follow until here,” said Son honestly, while stepping closer to the bed.

“Thank you for worrying about me,” thank you Imelda is weak.

One of the widows approached Imelda's bed, holding her arm still warm. Maya and Rihana were still silent at the door with dislike faces.

“You've been on medication?” ask the woman in the yellow dress pattern flowers.

“Already, I have given him medicine,” said Putra while taking a towel compress from Imelda's forehead.

“You really are a good man,” praise the woman in yellow in the pattern of flowers.

“Perhaps because I used to take care of my own late parents,” said Putra, his hand took a small basin filled with water used to compress Imelda. “I titip Imelda, do not you guys brush his mind as long as I take a new hot water to compress his forehead,” continued Putra gave a message.

“Iya-ia, you take it easy. Already there go take it first,” sahut women dress in yellow flowers pattern.

5 minutes after Putra came down, Maya, and Rihana approached Imelda's bed. Imelda herself smiled weakly welcoming the arrival of Maya and Rihana.

“Thanks yes, already..”.

“Don't be happy first you! I'm here because I want to make sure my rival is really sick or not,” Maya said cynically.

“Tumben you are sick, are you sick because you are pregnant with a child from a striped man?” rihana's question surprised Imelda and the others.

“You can't say rude like that Rihana!” women wear yellow flowers.

“Loh, why is it? Am I wrong to ask that? it's only natural ‘kan if my lips are throwing questions like that. Not that you all know if this one widow is a hip widow..” Rihana's speech stopped when Maya pinched her stomach.

“Oh, hahaha. I mean earlier, I wanted to ask you why you're sick not to tell us. And who has thrown you into a high fever like this?” rihana's ralat in between his forced laughter.

Putra's footsteps stopped beside the bed, putting a small basin of hot water on the nightstand. The son stood face to face with Rihana, his eyes twinkling unblinkingly looking at Rihana's panicked face turning pale.

“Say more clearly in front of me about the rude remark you just said to Imelda!” firmly Putra wants to listen back to Rihana's harsh words.

“I-it, why would it seem if I asked her like that. It is not natural for me to ask such a lonely rich widow, as well as this hyper woman!” rihana said with her floor.

Maya pinches Rihana, warning that her words just now are too late. However, Rihana did not care about that. For in his mind at this time is where there is a widow able to survive without having intercourse with another man. Moreover, Imelda has extraordinary things on the bed. So for her this pain of Imelda is due to being pregnant, it is impossible to get a common fever.

“Oh, what a noble greeting you!” extending her hand to the door, “It is with great heart that I ask aunty, and the other mothers immediately leave the house of Imelda. Let me alone here take care of her, and you don't need to know why Imelda could suddenly have a high fever like this!” forcefully remove the Son.

“Sorry aunt and others, yes,” women wear yellow clothes flowers stroke short shoulder Putra, “Well aunt excuse me, aunty will send food for you and Imelda, please,” he continued before leaving.

“Oh, no need to bother, I can cook for myself really,” reject Son delicate.

“Don't, you just take care of Imelda. About cook..”.

“BIAR WE TAKE CARE OF IT!” continued Maya, and the other 7 women, Rihana himself just grunted in annoyance.

“I didn't expect if you guys were nice to me,” said Imelda happily.

“Ck, don't be happy you're a hyper widow. You think I'm doing this because you're sick. Nah! I want to cook because my brondong is taking extra care of you here. Honestly, I don't want my brother to get sick from that. So don't get geer yet you!” said woman wearing yellow flowers honest. Imelda just nodded resignedly, she only realized that the Son is a seizure in this complex.

The son himself sighed repeatedly, resigned to every utterance the women fought over him. However, the Son was a little relieved to see that Imelda could smile a little. Unlike earlier this morning, his face looked uneasy as if he was thinking of something. Maybe it was the trauma of Darwin's actions on him.

10 Minutes passed, Maya, Rihana, and the other 8 women had gone home to each of them. The son himself went back into Imelda's room, again compressing Imelda's forehead so that her fever could go down quickly.

“Why do you keep looking at me?” ask the Son is worried about the gaze of Imelda.

“Why do you care about me?” Imelda asked back.

“Emang a neighbor should not be kind to his neighbor?”

“Bby,” nod Imelda.

The son clasped Imelda's hand, gently stroking the back of the delicate hand.

“I ask you, don't think of anything bad that has happened to you in the past. Try to get rid of those bad thoughts into a beautiful thought about someone you currently like,” said Putra giving advice. Though in his heart, ‘I am indeed your employee in the office. I'm also your new neighbor here. Seeing you experience bad events and insults from other people, makes me want to always take care of you.’

“Alright, I will work on it,” said Imelda nodding obediently.

“In case you get back to rest, I will make a herbal drink recipe from the late mother first,” said Putra as he moved from his seat.

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