Widows Complex
31. The women cry

I don't feel like time passes so quickly. It seems like just yesterday Imelda and Putra discussed about which state University Putra wants to choose. Today, exactly 2 weeks later, Putra and Imelda are already on board the plane ready to fly to the city of AU.

At first Imelda wanted to take a vip class flight, but Putra turned it down to reduce costs.

In the plane, the Son was still silent, not expecting that today he would leave the country to continue his studies to a higher level.

“Thank you for realizing my wish,” said Putra while holding the back of Imelda's left hand.

“Do not say that. You have to remember, when you start going to college, then you must be ready to account for your words at that time. You must promise to return all the money I have given you, and.”.

Imelda hung up her words, the loving glance now turned gloomy.

“And you must marry me immediately after you succeed later. Just watch out if you glance at another woman besides me. I'll cut your ekhem later!” imelda whispered in the Son's ear.

The subtle whispers made the Son shudder in horror. The son nodded obediently to make Imelda happy.

The plane they boarded finally took off towards the city where they would settle for 4 years or even an unspecified time. There is a feeling of sadness and confusion considering having to leave the former home of his parents.

Seeing the expression on Imelda's face turned cloudy, the Son clasped the back of Imelda's hand.

“Are you sad to leave your homeland to come with me?” ask the Son in a soft voice.

“Iya, after the departure of my late parents, only this time I went to leave my homeland, company and heritage house owned by Papa and Mama,” said Imelda lirih.

“Sorry, because of my selfishness you finally have to leave the house and everything. But, everything I do is for your good as well. My heart is uncomfortable when it comes to parting from you,” said Putra sounding sincere.

“Thank you for caring for me,” said Imelda, her lips reviewed a faint smile for Son.

After taking flight time almost one day from the homeland to the AU. The plane was boarded by Putra and Imelda finally landed at the international airport of the city of AU.

Both of the eyes of the Son perfectly rounded when he really did not expect to stand in the city.

Cold air temperatures pierced the bones of the Son despite wearing a thick jacket.

“It turns out the air temperature here is cold, yes?” said Putra innocently while rubbing both palms to keep warm.

“Iya, then let's find a taxi to get home soon,” said Imelda started to go first.

Putra and Imelda had gotten a taxi, finally a taxi on board Imelda and Putra headed to the house had been bought by Imelda.

4 Hours later the taxi stopped at a simple 1-story house with a large yard, and shady trees. After paying the taxi driver, Imelda and Putra stepped into the yard.

“A very nice house. Here we also have many neighbors like in the homeland,” said Putra with the look of his eyes looking around the place.

“Thank God if you like,” said Imelda stopped her steps on the doorstep of the house, followed by Putra.

“Why don't we go inside?” the son asked, wondering why Imelda did not open the door of the house.

“We are waiting for the owner of the house to come. He said 5 minutes more..” Imelda speech stopped to see a white car stopped in her yard. “Well, that's the guy,” continued Imelda pointing to the white car.

Get a couple out of the car. They hurriedly approached Imelda and the Son.

“Sorry has made you wait a long time,” said the woman uses foreign language.

“No problem, we are also new to,” Imelda said in a foreign language.

The woman took out a white piece of paper with a number, and gave it to Imelda.

“Yesterday we changed the lock using a pin. This is a pin from the door, if you want to change the pin, please,” said the woman.

“Good, thank you,” said Imelda took the paper from the woman's hand.

"Your son is very handsome, yes!" praise the husband of the woman.

The son and Imelda looked at each other, they just threw a stiff smile.

“Then we'll excuse you. All the information about this house that we have talked about on your phone is satisfied?” continued the woman to make sure, at the same time say goodbye.

The couple left Imelda and the Son. Imelda opened the door pin given by the woman and then swapped it for a new pin.

“Let's go in,” invite Imelda after opening the door of the house.

The son entered, his eyes turning wild to see if the house was safe. Not satisfied with just looking, Putra approached all the items in the living room, checking in detail if there was a camera installed there. Or a bomb.

“Why you?” imelda asked as she placed the suitcase and bag in the living room.

“I just made sure if this place is safe from criminals,” said the Son is currently crouching, looking under the couch.

The vigilance of the Son made Imelda unable to hold back her laughter any longer, until the laughter slipped out of her lips.

“You are so innocent,” cetus Imelda in between the rest of her laughter.

“Don't say I'm plain. Gini-gini I can kiss you until out of breath,” chirped Putra.

Imelda fell silent, her hands holding her lips.

“Hehe, if that's all I can do,” said Imelda did not want to lose.

The son stopped from seeking, walking with his flat face towards Imelda.

“Stop! Stop saying that before nafsuku goes up,” hetus Putra stopped their adult conversation.

“Alright, so let's check the others,” suggested Imelda.

“Yuk!” sahut Putra while carrying his suitcase and Imelda's to their room.

Imelda and Putra were busy making their new home there. There are many women who feel heartbreak in the country.

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The widow complex.

Gather the women in front of the rented porch of the Son. And there is Mama Inces the owner of Putra's contract.

The cries of heartbreak sounded so soft in front of the porch of the Son's house. Spoiled fingers filled with colorful nail polish continue to stick on the door leaf of the Putra contract.

“More flocked, why did you even go with that hyper widow? Here is me. I can also afford to pay you to study abroad!” isak Rihana's.

“Son, has that shameless hyper widow raped you to keep all her words? Aunty here, aunty's got more bite than that hyper widow's. Aunty also has a lot of money to be able to invite you indehoi, uh..meaning schools abroad!” isak Maya will not lose.

Mama Inces, the owner of the contract, just silently looked at the drama of grief for the widows in the complex. His right hand continued to move the fan to his face and neck.

“Eh, the boy went to college there. Not as itchy as you think. So, stop you thinking badly about my new contract!” check Mom Inces.

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Meanwhile, the company owned by Imelda.

All female employees simultaneously wear black clothes, the cry of loss continues to echo in each of the employees' workspaces.

“PUTRA! I won't let you in the possession of boss Imelda. Son, go home virgin. Don't let you impregnate boss Imelda there!”

That was the cry of the employees and widows in the compound after learning of the departure of the Son along with Imelda.

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Seriate