Widows Complex
24. Open up my pants to prove my love

The elevator door opened, Imelda again stepped out into the Son's room. Along the corridor to Putra's room were seen some lethargic female employees bringing back their gifts. Including the last employee met with Imelda.

“Why are you sad?” imelda asked the employee while holding her arm.

The female employee poked sharply at Imelda. Made Imelda a little scared and instantly let go of her hand.

“Bos says there is no relationship with the Son. But, after I told my feelings to Son, he said ‘sorry, in my heart there is only one woman that is, Boss Imelda’. Really, the boss can only make us all heartbroken!” the employee pressed his tone.

“I-it was not...” Imelda's remarks had to come to a halt as the employee left Imelda in the corridor without saying a word.

Imelda was silent in confusion. It was really unexpected if the Son took their relationship seriously. Not wanting to be swept away in confusion, Imelda began to step her legs toward the Son's room.

“Putra...” call Imelda after entering the room and standing next to the worktable.

Intentions wanted to ask, Imelda even got a surprise attack by the Son. The son stood facing Imelda, their eyes meeting each other, the gusts of each other intertwined.

“What a heart you can say such a thing to a co-worker. I told you that from today on you are my lover! But, what about the rest of you saying if we don't have any relationship? Are you ashamed of dating a young man under 20 like me?” putra Complaints chirps.

“Ta-but you said that your words were a contract because you were tired of being around women. I-I don't think the relationship should be published. Da-and I think our relationship is just an impingement of you,” said Imelda evasive.

The son turned his back to Imelda.

“Stupid! If I really want this relationship to be serious, how?” tanya Putra lowered her tone.

Imelda was surprised not to play. The ambiguous words of the Son really made him almost lost his mind.

“Don't play me like this. Tell me clearly what is the meaning of your words? And, why did you kiss me on the grounds that the kiss was a contract of cooperation. Son, you must remember who I am here. I don't want you to play me like this anymore!” chirp Imelda in the confusion.

Leisurely as he walked towards the work chair, and sat himself the Son replied.

“Maybe when I was parked my words sounded ambiguous. I want to say, my words here are the real ones. I want to make you my lover for no reason. You want it or not? If you reject me, just think of a kiss on the parking lot as just a mistake,” said Putra casually without thinking.

Imelda frowned, completely unexpected to hear the Son's words as if he was playing tricks on him.

“Are you playing me, because I actually like you?” ask Imelda keceplosan.

For a moment the Son gasped, then the corner of his lips drew a line of happy smiles at a glance. The son directed his flat gaze to Imelda's confused face.

“I'm serious. Do I need to prove my seriousness to you?” son asked flatly, both of his hands opened the belt buckle.

Imelda took a breath for a moment, her eyeballs getting perfectly rounded as Putra casually wanted to take down the zipper of her pants.

“Silver, what do you want to do?” tanya Imelda held the Son's hand.

“I've heard a man will prove the seriousness of his words when the man opens his pants, and has sex with his lover. I will also do the same with you so that you believe if my words are not ambiguous,” said the Son casually.

Imelda's face flushed like a boiled crab. So panicked he immediately reattached the belt buckle Son. The son only saw it. However, the look of his eyes was fixed on Imelda's hand as it deliberately approached the sensitive point.

“Do you want to wake up my elephant trunk that is currently asleep?” tanya Putra is still in her flat mode.

Imelda flinched, her legs retreated one step back. Embarrassed by her spontaneous action of buttoning the zipper of the Men's trousers, Imela turned around, running quickly away from the Son's room.

The son leaned his body on his seat.

“Although I have never done it, but really I seriously want to prove the seriousness of my words to him,” muttered Putra still with his innocent mind.

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In Imelda's room.

Not only the face was flushed like a boiled crab, Imelda's heart beat rhythm was also beating so fast that it wanted to escape from its place. However, all those happy things had to be interrupted as the ringing of the phone in his suit pocket kept ringing fast.

Imelda immediately reached into the phone, seeing the name of the caller. Imelda frowned when she saw the name of the caller was Om Doni, Darwin's papa.

“Tumben Om Doni called me,” murmured Imelda, he pressed the green button.

📲 [ “Hallo, assallamulaikum, Om!”] suhut Imelda after picking up Doni's phone call.

📲 [ “Tnight you are not going anywhere ‘kan?”] ask Doni from there.

📲 [ “It seems not, why Om?” ] I asked back.

📲 [ “Om, aunt and Darwin will be there later tonight, there is something you want to talk to later.” ] said Doni.

📲 [ “Ya already, I will wait for Om later tonight.” ] Imelda said.

📲 [ “Then that's Om close first. See you later tonight.” ] pamphit Doni while closing her call after Imelda reply her closing greeting.

Imelda stared at the screen her phone was dead. He began to step up and sit himself in his chair.

“What's up? Why Om and Aunt want to visit. Unlike usual,” murmured Imelda wondered to herself.

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Meanwhile, in Doni's workspace.

Doni sat casually in his work chair with a tightly dressed secretary sitting next to his thigh.

“Who is the boss?” ask the secretary.

“My nephew. A beautiful widow who is so rich in this city,” said Doni.

“Nephew or nephew saying?” the secretary's seductive.

“Both. I wish I had it, considering the curves of her body are so perfect in my eyes!” sahut Doni started thinking pervertedly.

“What if your wife knows about this feeling?” the secretary asked, his fingers moving forward into Doni's chest.

“Darwin, my stupid son loved it. Maybe I can take advantage of this by saying I want to propose to him,” said Doni while holding his secretary's fingers want to sneak into his shirt.

“Bos is great!” praise the secretary.

“Then you lock the door to my room first, do not forget to pull the glass curtain so that we can play for a moment,” whispered Doni.

“I'm coming month. How if I serve him in a different way,” refuse the secretary to obey Doni's orders, lock the door and close the glass curtain.

“If I only use my mouth I am not satisfied. I want from another hole, thinking about the curves of Imelda's body makes my passion unstoppable again,” said Doni with his perverted mind.

“Ah, alright!” the secretary said without refusing.

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