Widows Complex
33. GLARE

Make time. Today is the first day the Son entered the university in his direction. However, today the face of the Son looks different than usual. The handsome face was now shrouded in a gloomy aura so that throughout the course of the course until the end, the face of the Son looked gloomy like he was not excited.

It was a pity for the Son, Imelda had to go home because her house was in a fire. His business data is also messy because the employees forget all the lessons taught by Putra.

Truly the Son this time had to live alone abroad, and had to give up the departure of Imelda. Although his current mind is muddled considering Darwin, Imelda's cousin still has a sinister plan.

The course has been completed, Putra continues to step towards the car park on the campus while wanting to call Imelda, ascertain whether Imelda is fine, and how the condition of the house and company. However, while the Son was still waiting for Imelda to pick up a phone call from him, from behind there was a small hand patted the left shoulder of the Son, making the Son surprised and looking back.

“Who, yes?” ask the boy to the woman. His right hand was still clutching his cell phone, it was seen that his phone call had been picked up by Imelda.

“My name, Salsabila. I'm your classmate,” said Salsabila with lips continue to review a thin smile.

“Oh, if so I first,” said to Putra coldly, he also stepped out of Salsabila.

“Wait, if you may know what your name is?” salsabila asked a little screamed because Putra had been 10 steps away from him.

“Security!” sahut Putra said as he continued his footsteps.

Without the Son noticing, Imelda repeatedly called out to the Son. Tired of continuing to call, Imelda chose silence with her surprised face in her workspace. His left hand also spontaneously squeezed the pile of documents on his desk.

After arriving at the car, Putra only realized that his cellphone was still connected to Imelda. The son immediately put his cellphone into his earlobe, answering his call while slowly advancing a new car given by Imelda.

📲 [“Assalamualaikum. W-have you picked up my phone call for a long time? And you also heard about my conversation with my classmates?”] ask the nervous son.

📲 [“Wa’alaikumsalam. Which conversation? I just got back in my chair after meeting the house rehabber.”] Imelda told a lie. Although his heart was currently in a state of great jealousy, and it felt like he wanted to fly there. However, Imelda had to endure it to find out whether the Son really loved her or just wanted to go after her property.

📲 [“Yakin?”] tanya Putra made sure while continuing to drive her car at medium speed.

📲 [“Iya. How was your college?”] Imelda switched the conversation to ease her jealousy.

📲 [“Otakku is unable to absorb all the lessons taught by the supervising lecturer. My mind is on you far away. It's not a zombie, I'm seriously worried about you from here. How is your home and company?”] the son sounded spoiled.

📲 [“Alhamdulilah, damage at home is not too severe. Fortunately, the late Papa installed an automatic fire extinguisher at several important points in the house, so that the damage occurred only on the back of the house. About me not going back there, you don't mind 'right?”] imelda asked at once.

📲 [“99.999% I object. But. yes, yes! I will soon return occasionally to my homeland to meet with you.”] said the son of lethargy.

📲 [“Then I close the phone call, yes. Daa...I love you!”] pamit Imelda after she received the closing greeting from the Son.

The son returned to drive his car, while Imelda stressed his body to the back of his chair. Sometimes his lips seemed to pull and take a deep breath to clear his mind.

Tok tok!

The sound of knocking on the door shattered Imelda's mind.

“Ya, please come in,” said Imelda let her employees in.

“This is a new file that we have completed, ma'am,” said the employee put a pile of documents on the table Imelda.

“Already bu,” said the employee.

“Then you can go,” said Imelda let her employees go.

Seeing the heaps of documents, Imelda had to take away her jealousy of the Son. Trying to think positively and trust the speech of the Son, so that his heart becomes calm.

Imelda finally tried to spend her time in front of her laptop screen, repeating all the damaged data.

Meanwhile in the employee room.

Because some of the work belonging to each employee has been completed, the employees chose to gather, talking about the look of Imelda's face since it came to look lethargic and chaotic.

“Eh, you guys saw not the lethargic face bu Imelda when it came earlier?” ask the employee to wear a brown flower hijab.

“See dong! Ms. Imelda's face really looks very sad. That face reminds me of the time when the late Papa bu Imelda died,” said curly-haired female employees.

“As a result of the house experiencing a mild fire, and the data we send is wrong. Bu Imelda has to let herself go away from Putra!”

“And now my mind has wandered far into space. What the Son is doing alone there. Remember there are many beautiful women without wearing polite clothes. Especially there is very free. Ouch! Will the faith of the Son still be able to survive without impregnating the child of the person there!” connect female employees wearing batik motive contact lenses.

“Crazy! I just realized that my son was living there alone. Already handsome, clever, kind, quiet. Ah, the complete package. I pray that in the eyes of the Son the women there look ugly,” the prayer of employees wearing black hijab.

“AMIIN!” many female employees. Then they went back to work because they saw Imelda standing behind the door of their room.

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The residence of the Son's house.

The son has arrived home. Because of hunger the Son also cooks food for him to eat. However, today's afternoon meal was slightly different from the previous afternoon, afternoon, and early morning meal. This time the Son had to go back to eating alone, although he had felt the warmth of eating together like a family with Imelda.

“It turns out like this it feels like being in love and away from the lover,” muttered Putra stirring her food. “Oh, even if Imelda had to be born in this world before me. If I had been born first, maybe now I and Imelda already have children and live happily,” added Putra with his own imagination.

Tired of continuing to fantasize, the Son finally devoured his food in a relaxed manner. Slowly to spend his alone time.

Time passed, and night came. The Son was alone in that house. After finishing working on his campus duties, Putra chose to lay his body on the former bed where Imelda slept. The son continued to inhale the fragrance of Imelda from the pillow used by Imelda.

“Harum shampoo you wear is still attached here. I really miss you,” muttered Putra while kissing Imelda's pillow.

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