Widows Complex
02. Debate Fathers

At 19:45 p.m.

Beduk adzan isya reverberated, Putra was accustomed to performing prayer in a timely manner, his legs hurriedly stepped towards the mosque in front of the complex alley.

Finished taking ablution water, Putra chose the front shaf. Shaf was empty slowly filled, as well as the female shaf suddenly full up to the terrace of the mosque. All of that awkward strangeness made all eyes shudder in horror.

What the fuck? Is the world about to end, considering many women suddenly pray in this mosque. That speech was thought by the mosque administrators and the fathers from outside the complex never saw women in the complex where the Son lived praying to the mosque.

After the prayer, Putra decided to return home, because he had promised to meet Imelda, wanted to ask for work.

Just now that he had finished wearing sandals, and wanted to step off the terrace of the mosque, Putra was already around Riana, Maya, and the other complex widows with a smile on their colorful lips.

“Sholat too?” ask Maya for a little chat.

“I-iya, i-moms also pray here?” The son asked nervously as he was a little horrified to see the smiles of the women before him.

“Oh, te-sure,” say the women simultaneously in interspersed laughter.

“In that case, I say yes, ma'am,” said Putra started to step up.

“Eh, wait. We are together,” call Maya and the other women while running to follow the Son.

“Mari,” invite Son without rejection.

Seeing the Son surrounded by rich and beautiful widows, fathers and young people saw him curse immediately, there was also biting his peci while staring at the departure of the Son and the widows

“Uhh...who the hell, that boy?” complains of the father with a bald head.

“Bother that kid. Where he won a lot of us here who are waiting for something like that,” continued another father.

“It looks like he's a contracting young man at the place of Mama Inces,” connect others.

“We must drive the young man out of the compound of our widows. Must!” assert the other father with passion.

So excited were the fathers and young men there, that they did not know if their wives had snorted like bulls in the back.

“FATHER, BROTHER, FATHER!” the cries of the wives made the fathers look on in fear.

“I-mom,” says bald head father.

“Dek, been a long time?” ask the hair gondrong.

“Already! Oh..so brother and others are talking about the widows in the next complex?” ask his wife while picking at her husband's earlobe.

“Bu-not..”

“Alah, don't give much reason to all. You think you're the only one who can glance at the complex widows. We can too, there is a handsome young man like an artist there. So don't mess with your eyes!” threaten the wives simultaneously.

“Ja-don't deck, Ma, mom. We are also husbands are not less handsome than the boy,” said the fathers were frightened simultaneously.

The husband-wife debate is still going on for a long time. Meanwhile, in the widow's compound. The son was still surrounded by women great warriors, fortunately Imelda immediately came out, calling the Son to enter his house.

Meanwhile the widows could only snort in annoyance at seeing Imelda bringing their prey into the house, together anyway.

“Thank you ma'am, have helped me,” thank you Son after entering the house of Imelda.

“Regular aja. I want to tell you, if staying here will indeed get such treatment. Not because all widows are flirty. But indeed widows in this complex are somewhat different, understandably it may be the effect of those who are tired of slamming for money in order to raise and educate their children, he said,” clearly Imelda while walking towards the living room followed by Putra.

“Iya, I also do not mind kok,” said Putra while smiling sweetly, making Imelda's heart beat fast.

‘Cold touch it, devour it and..ukh! It must be sweet, so sweet!’ hysterical screams Imelda in heart.

Imelda does look calm, shy and kind. But behind all that attitude, Imelda hides her original attitude, tomboyish, has a high lust. However, despite the poor criteria of Imelda, she was still a widow able to resist her desires.

“Do not pack safety yes,” ceplos Imelda carried away her mood.

“Safety?” ask the confused son.

Imelda's face immediately changed like a boiled crab, she immediately went to the kitchen to get a drink for the Son.

Once in the kitchen, Imelda continued to curse annoyed with herself.

“Stupid, stupid! Why are you getting carried away by Imelda, come on, hold yourself back from thinking dirty. You must remember if the Son is a child who is still innocent and underage. Hold it, hold it,” murmured Imelda was upset about herself.

In the living room.

While waiting for Imelda to take a drink for him, Putra decided to go around the living room, looking at the photo image of Imelda on display there.

His footsteps stopped in front of a large picture frame attached to the wall of the living room, his forehead frowning at the image of a woman along with a 55-year-old man sitting in a wheelchair, his face also looks sick.

The Son's gaze was distorted when he heard Imelda's voice right on his left side.

“He is my Papa, the greatest man on the face of this earth,” explained Imelda suddenly.

“Oh, I guess husband mother,” cetus Son casual.

“One-time cruelty to you. My husband and I have been separated for a long time, and I may also want to display a photo of the useless man in my house,” said Imelda seriously.

“Oh!”

“Only ‘Oh’ only, no other questions for me? Aren't you wondering why I could part with my husband?”

“No, it's none of my business!” sahut Putra firmly, he also stepped back to the living room sofa.

Instead of being angry because of the cold attitude of the Son to him, Imelda's heart even more pounding. Both of his cheeks continued to fumble, making Putra see the face even more shudder in horror.

‘Why with this mom, huh? Is she having a fever, or a trance?’ the Son wonders.

Curious as to why Imelda's face continued to blush like that, the Son rose from his seat to approach Imelda. The back of the Son's hand slowly approached the dani Imelda as he stood before Imelda.

Deg deg deg

‘A-wha-what the fuck is this, is the Son going to kiss me. Or...or..’

“No fever, but why does Mom's face look like that?” tanya Putra stopped Imelda's heartbeat.

“Ehem, you think I'm sick?” asked Imelda trying firmly. Although his heart is currently struggling to approach the Son.

“Thank God if it doesn't hurt. Oh yeah, what about the job you offered last afternoon?” ask Putra back to the topic.

“Oh, yes there is. But do you want to be my personal secretary?” suhut Imelda asked.

“Secretary! Isn't that a position that will only be obtained by people who finish in certain fields, and also have a high IQ?” cetus Putra's.

“My secretary is pregnant, she has stopped working because she wants to focus on looking after her child. If it's about to the door and so on, it's a later affair. What is most important to me right now with you, whether or not to work with me?”

“Mau, I want. Work whatever I want to get halal money,” said Putra quickly.

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