Widows Complex
27. I've Been Married to the Son!

After dinner, Imelda helps Putra clean the kitchen. After that the Son accompanied Imelda back to his home.

“Sorry, I've heard of ustad if a woman is menstruating can not take a shower at night. If you don't mind, I'll go home after you've finished your bath,” said Son surprise Imelda.

“Ti-no need to worry, I'm used to..”.

“Start now stop your bad habits!” sela Putra firmly.

“I didn't expect if you were this golden as me,” murmured Imelda was comfortable because there was currently someone watching her.

“Because you are currently my lover, then I will continue to monitor you. Not selfish or possessive, all that I do for your health,” explained Putra.

“Ya, already. I go upstairs first, yeah!” pamit Imelda's.

“Iya, if something bad happens shout so I can come save you!” sahut Putra exaggerated.

Imelda nodded, then stepped up the stairs towards her room on the 2nd floor. At times Imelda looked back, seeing the Son still staring at her from the living room. Imelda occasionally returned the Son's gaze with a smile so as not to be too nervous.

Seeing Imelda no longer visible on the stairs, the Son sat himself on the sofa, leaned back and began to busied his fingers with his flat object.

“Did I just look like a guy? No, no, I just felt like a psychopath who was too obsessed with my girlfriend. Ow hell! How the hell to keep looking cool in front of the couple and the couple is increasingly in love with his lover?” muttered the Son asked himself.

Confused not getting an answer from himself, Putra began to open google, there he continued to search, ‘how to make our partner comfortable’, ‘how to be nice and comfortable with couple’, <TAG1>, and there are many more procedures visited by the Son.

30 Minutes passed.

Imelda finished the bath, she went down with her clothes changed into sleeping pajamas.

“Sorry yes, it has been a long wait,” said Imelda sitting herself next to an empty sofa next to Putra.

The son straightened his body, one of his hands coiled around Imelda's shoulder, then pulled Imelda's body closer to her.

“No problem dear, as long as I can see you in good condition, waiting 1 hour, 2 hours, 1 year, 2 years, even thousands of years I will wait for your arrival, he said,” sahut Putra flat.

Hearing the Son's reply, Imelda was astonished to the point of wrinkling her forehead.

“Ka-you're okay?” tanya Imelda was confused to see the sudden strange attitude of the Son.

“As long as you are near me, I will be fine,” said Putra is still following the pronunciation procedures of the application.

“It looks like you're weird today. Are you sick?” tanya Imelda lowered the Son's hand from her shoulder, and began to stare flat at the Son's face.

Tired of the ordinance, the Son let out a long sigh, then moved from his seat.

“Sorry, I'm not the kind of romantic guy I am. I was trying to imitate all the pronunciation procedures of the application, and it turns out you realize it,” said Putra calmly, although in his heart he wanted to run because of embarrassment.

The confession of the Son made Imelda let go of her laughter. The son became increasingly embarrassed, he immediately rushed away after saying good night to Imelda.

Realizing that the Son was leaving with a face that held in shame, Imelda halted her laughter, her legs quickly following the Son from behind. However, Imelda's footsteps came to a halt in front of the gate of her house. Imelda hurriedly hid after seeing Putra standing with a woman, Fuji, a village friend of Putra's.

“What are they talking about? From the look of his face looks very serious,” murmured Imelda curious, look at his eyes peeking from behind the gate of his house.

With the Son hastily seen entering the house, Fuji himself stands on the porch of the Son's house.

“Sorry, if I may know what this is, yes?” asked Imelda without further ado.

“My father is sick, and he wants to meet the Son,” said Fuji ketus.

“What does this have to do with the Son? If you are sick you should take it to the doctor, not call Son,” said Imelda began to worry.

“It's none of your business. Why are you interfering too much with my business?” tanya Fuji began to sewot.

The son came out in neat and polite clothes.

“You why are here?” ask the Son to Imelda.

“I just accidentally saw your conversation from a distance. I see this conversation is quite serious, can I help..”.

“NO! YOU CANNOT COME WITH US TO THE VILLAGE!” sidelines Fuji with the volume of his voice echoing in their complex.

Imelda fell silent, her head bowed.

“Then I went into the house,” said Imelda, her sad eyes stopped on the quiet face of the Son. “Cabarin me if you have reached the Village,” added Imelda to Putra.

“You must be tired of living in the city, right? You better go home change clothes and come with us,” invite the Son to make the heart of Imelda happy, not for Fuji.

“But I came to this city just to be told to pick you up!” chirps Fuji.

“Sorry, Imelda is now my lover. Since Imelda only lives alone in this city, I feel that she should stay with me. If you don't allow Imelda to come with us, I'd rather not go back to the village. I just send greetings to your father,” said Putra explained, and successfully made Fuji surprised.

“It looks like you should leave this widow immediately. Because actually our parents have promised, after adulthood we must be betrothed,” said Fuji lying.

“Since when did the agreement happen?” asked the son, he began to clench his forehead.

“Since your late parents fell ill, they have actually been in debt with both of my parents. But, my parents don't want to receive money from both of your parents, they just want you to marry me, and take care of all our rice fields, ” Fuji once again told a lie.

Imelda's heart ached when she heard Fuji's words. Just now that the flowers in his heart grew in bloom, now the flowers are slowly falling along with the breakup of hope to be with the Son. The two feet slowly turned the direction, stepping unsteadily towards his house.

Seeing Imelda walking like a desperate man, the Son chased after her, held back Imelda's wrist and began to convince Imelda of Fuji's nonsense.

“I beg you not to believe Fuji's words. Please believe me!” the Son is full of requests.

Imelda was forced to raise her face, making a fake smile on the look of her crying face.

“I leave all these decisions in your hands. Go carefully, do not forget to give me news after arriving,” said Imelda lirih.

Feeling tears wanting to spill from her eyes, Imelda hurriedly ran inside the house, leaving the Son still standing looking at her disappearance.

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