Widows Complex
26. Gold Necklace For Imelda

Imelda keeps pounding on the door of the Son's house.

“PUTRA! SON!” imelda cried for 10 minutes at the door, and the Son opened the door.

The son stood with his hands rubbing a small towel on his wet hair, and a circular body towel ranging from hips to above the knees.

Imelda lowered her gaze.

“What's up?” ask the Son with his face.

“A-anu..ta-tadi..” Imelda's greeting comes to a halt as Putra pulls Imelda's hand, bringing her inside the house.

Deg!

Imelda's heart suddenly beat uncharacteristically. Strange thoughts began to dance in his little brain.

“A-I'm again coming month,” chirps Imelda suddenly, thinking Son will have intercourse with her.

Surprised at Imelda's remark, the Son drew a line of smiles on his face, threw a wet towel with his hair on Imelda's face, blushing Imelda with his towel.

“I pulled you into the house not wanting to do the deed. I pulled you in because I didn't like my body being seen by others,” explained Putra so Imelda doesn't misunderstand.

“Sorry, I thought you..” muttered Imelda while pressing a towel on her face.

“You sit down first, I want clothes, then pray Magrib,” between the Sons let Imelda sit down.

“Ba-good!” suhut Imelda still covered her face with a towel of hair belonging to the Son.

Hearing the sound of the footsteps of the Son climbing the stairs, Imelda slowly lowered the towel from her face, glancing for a moment at the muscular back without the cover that belonged to the Son already far above the stairs.

“Mostly me! I thought Putra wanted to do that to me,” muttered Imelda holding a half-dead shame.

Greeg!

“Yeah, there's-there's a damn thing! It was my slovenly mind, it was my stomach that sounded strong. Fortunately Putra was no longer here,” complaints Imelda stopped, the look of her eyes turned to the kitchen. “I'd better make food alone, than the stomach continues to rumble like this,” continued Imelda.

Doesn't want to make himself more embarrassed because his hungry stomach keeps rumbling. Imelda decided to look for groceries in the refrigerator, then cook food for him and also Putra.

40 Minutes passed. The son had finished dressing and performing the Magrib prayer service. Before stepping out of the room, the Son stood for a moment in front of the door of his room with one hand holding the door handle and the other holding a box containing a gold necklace.

“Like it or not it's a recent affair. Now my intention is to put this gold necklace into Imelda's neck. Must!” muttered Son seriously.

After making up his mind to make Imelda his woman without thinking about anything bad later on, Putra pulled the door handle, her right foot began to step out of the room. The son continued to step up to follow the smell of sweet-smelling kale sauteed cuisine and sambal telor from his kitchen. The footsteps of the Son were now stopped beside the dining chair sat by Imelda.

“Eh, are you ready?” tanya Imelda noticed the coming of the Son standing beside her.

“I want to give you something. Let me reveal the hair that covers your back,” said Putra without heeding Imelda's question.

“Ka-you want to give me what?” imelda asked nervously, but her hand complied with the Son's request.

The son took the gold necklace from within the contact, then attached the gold necklace to the neckline of Imelda. The actions of the Son made Imelda surprised until she turned her face back.

“I didn't care about the proposal from Darwin's parents to you. All I know is that I express my feelings first than any other man. Me and you must have known if at the time of the proposal you already had a relationship with me. Even if you received a proposal from another man, you are still mine because I have not officially withdrawn my feelings for you. Like it or not, you are now mine! If you want more proof, then I am preparing to impregnate you this second as well!” clearly the Son was firm with his flat face.

Imelda was surprised instead of playing, her head was bowed, both hands on her thighs clenched tightly.

“You know that I am a widow, you also know that I was abused by Darwin that night. You also saw the full face of my lust because of the ill-gotten medicine that night. I also almost devoured you who had never done so on the pretext of being my antidote. But why do you still want me as your lover? Wouldn't it be nice if I received a proposal from someone who once harassed me?” sahut Imelda.

“So, I still don't fully understand how I feel about you. Obviously for me right now, just your name, your face, and your laughter make it hard for me to forget you!” the Son sounded sincere. Although in his heart, ‘Although I have not fully understood the contents of my heart to you. Obviously for me at the moment really don't want to lose you.’

“Do you seriously love me?” ask Imelda reassuringly.

“Serious!” the Son lied, in his heart said. ‘I can't be sure if I seriously love you. But, I will make sure if this feeling is completely rounded, then I will inaugurate our relationship to a deeper level.’

“Although I am a widow who is no longer sealed?” asked Imelda reassuringly.

“What's that seal? Is that saying about a woman who is still a virgin or not?” The son asked in confusion.

“Yes, if you like girls, you know that women are virgins. But, if you like women who have been married, surely you know that the machine has been used often,” said Imelda explained about his status.

“By what the hell! Not very heavy. Free there is a doctor special care area of the intimate organs. You take it easy, I will try to find a lot of money to make you do the treatment, so that I can enjoy yours like a virgin girl!” chirp Putra while pulling the main dining chair and sitting himself.

“Looks like you're really serious with me,” muttered Imelda shyly.

“Serious lah, I have ever messed with the speech that was thrown from my mouth,” said Putra with his flat face.

“Actually I rejected a proposal from Darwin, because I felt if they came with bad intentions,” explained Imelda later.

“You need to accept the application or not. It's clear that I won now. If they come again, you'll I'll lock them up in my house! Let me just say possessive, as long as you do not meet other men besides me!” chirp Putra pretended to be jealous, but at this time he was very happy to hear the words of rejection from Imelda.

“How about the mothers in this complex?” asked Imelda starting to worry.

“Just say if we're officially dating,” said Putra, his hands are sneaking rice, put it on an empty plate of his and Imelda's.

“Ja-don't, I-I'm afraid that they don't accept with our decision!”

“If you are afraid, then just cover our relationship from aunts in this complex. Just remember, don't blame me if they keep seducing me!” the son began to eat his food.

“Iiiih! Means you are happy to be seduced by mothers in this complex?” tanya Imelda was getting jealous.

“Actually I'm bored, just want how again!” sahut Putra made Imelda more burned with jealous fire.

“I will continue to take care of you so that the mothers in this complex are not flirtatious to you! No one can taste you but me!” imelda murmured with her mouth filled with rice and side dishes.

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Seriate....