Widows Complex
21. Maya Passion

Just as Maya's fist was about to touch the door, the door of the Son's house opened. The son stood with his eyes flat looking at Maya.

“From cctv, I saw auntie look like a confused person,” said Putra.

“I-iya, this is Son. Se-actually.gas at aunt's house out. Usually the gasman who pairs it, because it is night, can not ask help aunt you to install gas at home,” pinta Maya lying.

“Ya already,” sahut Putra without rejection.

“Then come,” take Maya walk first, then the Son followed after locking the door of his house.

As Maya and Putra walk together towards Maya's house, Imelda has just entered the complex alley. Imelda looked pleased with the look in her eyes, looking at the plastic package containing instant food in her hand. However, Imelda's footsteps had to be stopped when from a distance her gaze stopped on the Son's back entering the gate of Maya's house. The smile on Imelda's lips slowly budged.

“Why Putra can go to Maya's house? Do I have to catch up with him until he gets there?” imelda gumam. Imelda's gaze glanced at the plastic in her hand. “But I promised to cook for my son. I'd better leave Putra there, who knows if Maya needs his help, and I cook first,” continued Imelda cut off her strange thoughts.

Imelda went into her house, cooking food for her son and herself.

2 Hours passed, the Son did not come according to his promise to Imelda. Imelda kept glancing at the watch clock on the dining room wall. The long needle is now stopped at the number 10.

“Why hasn't the Son arrived yet, huh? Did he forget his promise?” imelda's mumbling looked anxious.

Not wanting to continue waiting in the dining room, Imelda moved from her seat, her legs stepped out of the house to the house of the Son, ascertaining whether the Son had returned home or was still in the house of Maya.

Tok!

“Son, are you home?” call Imelda.

From inside, the sound of the door lock opened. The son is seen standing in a dress that has changed his sleeping pajamas.

“What's up?” ask the son as if he were innocent.

“Have you forgotten your promise?” Imelda asked back.

“No, I didn't forget. It is not you yourself who told Aunt Maya if you want to eat out with someone, and not so dinner with me,” said the Son remembered Maya's words earlier.

“Ti-no, where there I say such a thing! I'm not the kind of woman who breaks a promise. At-home I keep waiting for you until the food I cook is cold,” explained Imelda sad.

“Sorry, but I ate earlier at Aunt Maya's house. If you are cooking, and the food has not been touched, then just put it in the cooling cabinet. Not tomorrow you can eat again,” said Putra flat.

Imelda was stunned, her heart ached as Putra said such a cruel thing. He cooks hard, holding back hunger only to wait for the Son to come. However, in the end people in waiting even believe in the words of others.

“Oh, if that's what I'm sorry,” said Imelda with a sad face.

Imelda stepped in with a heavy feeling of disappointment to the Son. Imelda also very unexpected if Maya dare to do that to him.

Arriving at home, Imelda sat herself in the dining chair, her own eyes glaring at the food on the table. His heart was so disappointed that tears fell on both cheeks.

Not wanting to be dissolved in disappointment, Imelda immediately wiped her tears, she also moved from her seat, reheating the cooking she cooked to be distributed to the guards of the complex so that the food did not go waste.

After all the dishes were put in the bushel, Imelda intended to leave her house, handing out her food to the guard post.

“Assalamaicum! Night Mr. Good, Mr. Hendra, and Mr. Susilo,” greet Imelda after standing at the guard post in front of the complex alley.

“The fathers have dinner?” tanya Imelda placed 2 tier 3 bushels on the table.

“It just so happens that Mr. Susilo wants to go buy fried foods to increase energy, Mom,” said Hendra in Susilo and Bagus.

“Means my arrival just right now, I happened to cook a lot of food, because it just stayed alone, and the food was not exhausted. So I'll bring it for the gentlemen here. Want ‘kan Pak?”

“Mau, of course we want,” sahut Nice fast.

“Then this is the food, for the challenge tomorrow just go home,” said Imelda.

“Well, really, ma'am? Do you feel no loss giving this food to us?” susilo.

“No. Because it's night, I should go back home,” said Imelda, saying goodbye.

“Thanks, mom!” thanks Susilo, Nice and Hendra together.

Imelda nodded, then left the guard post. In the alley of the complex Imelda continued walking with her head bowed. However, Imelda immediately squinted her eyes after hearing the sound of Maya's matic motorcycle passing through her, trying to be indifferent with Maya's treatment of her.

Another with Maya, Maya looks dissatisfied at Imelda's laid-back attitude. He also drove his motorbike matic slowly so that it was in harmony with Imelda's footsteps.

“It looks like to do dinner with my brondong failed, huh?” ask Maya as if not covering up her mistake.

“Looks like I don't have to worry about the Son anymore right now. If tomorrow such as I do not cook, ‘kan jeng Maya and other jeng can serve food for him,” said Imelda calm down. It's not important to be angry for the little things.

Hearing Imelda's casual remark, Maya's heart suddenly warmed. Intentions want to make Imelda hate the Son, even Imelda like feeling relieved.

“Oh, of course me and the other widows will pay attention to the Son. So, I stress to you, do not constantly stick to the Son, because he is not only yours alone. The son is mine too, don't be greedy!” firmly Maya tells.

“Yes, besides me and him are only bosses and employees. If in the complex I only think of it as a neighbor, no more,” said Imelda still calm.

Imelda's footsteps stopped in front of the gate of her house, as did Maya stopping her motorcycle in front of the gate of Imelda's house.

“Once again I warn you, hyper widow. You have to keep your distance from him other than in the work environment. If you still want to stick to him and hope for more. Then I'll make even crazier plans for you!” threaten Maya seriously.

“Iya, if so I can enter?” imelda asked softly, her hand pointing at the gate of her house.

“Iya, I'm done too. Oh, wait!”

“Hem! What else is jeng?” imelda asked that part of her body was at the gate.

“Don't tell me what I said to the Son or the widows in this complex. Understand you!”

“Paham,” nod Imelda obediently.

“Ya already, get in there. I don't want Putra to see me here,” shetus Maya started to turn on her motorcycle engine and started to advance it.

Imelda enters the house, and Maya leaves Imelda's house. One of the window cloths in the living room of the Son swayed, as if someone had just stood there.

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