Widows Complex
34. You won't be able to reach me

Given the sadness and unwillingness to part from the closest people makes us initially find it difficult to part away from him. Bad thoughts continue to hit, the heart continues to suspect every 1 minute not getting news from him.

It seems selfish to myself. Deciding to stop thinking about jealousy and bad thoughts with your partner is a little heavy at first. However, if you are used to it, everything will look normal and time goes by so quickly without any suspicion and jealousy.

It does not feel 1 year has passed Putra studied abroad. In order to reduce Imelda's expenditure, Putra chose to work part-time at one of the restaurants in the city of AU, with an hourly salary of $21.28, without Imelda's knowledge.

Feeling more than enough to get a salary of that size, Putra keeps the monthly money given by Imelda, he also keeps the rest of his salary secretly. All that for the supply of 3 more years, after completion he plans to develop the company owned by Imelda so that it can be more widespread.

“Excuse me, this is your order,” said Putra put the food plate on the customer's table.

“Thank you,” says man along with his partner.

Finished putting the customer's order food, Putra returned to the kitchen. However, the Son's steps had to come to a halt as the tiny hand held his hand from behind.

The son turned his head, his forehead frowning when he saw the handgrip was apparently owned by Salsabila, a classmate at his campus.

“Sorry, I still have a lot of work,” said Putra lowered Salsabila's hand grip from his hand.

“You are calm, there will be no one who can scold you while I am here,” said Salsabila relaxed.

“Ck, what are you talking about. If you want to order food, let me deliver it to an empty seat there,” invite Putra to direct his hand to the left side.

“You better come with me to the President's room, there is someone who wants to talk to you,” said Salsabila invite Putra to go to the restaurant owner's room.

“Alright, I say goodbye first to friends in the kitchen,” said Putra without refuting.

The son stepped into the kitchen, asking for permission from the senior, and all his co-workers in the kitchen. After getting permission, Putra followed Salsabila's invitation to the President's room.

Along the corridor to the President's room, Salsabila continued to invite Putra to chat, but the Son did not answer him at all. It is not impolite, but the Son is appreciating the feeling of a woman thinking about him in another city. That woman is Imelda.

Salsabila's footsteps stopped in front of the President's room, his hand pushing the door handle.

“Let's come in,” invite Salsabila to let Putra in.

“Thank you,” said Son, his right foot stepped into the room.

Salsabila closed the door of his room, then walked spoiled towards the desk owned by the President.

“Pa, this is the man I mean,” said Salsabila surprised Putra.

The son is now standing in front of the President's desk, his calm eyes staring at the President sitting in the chair.

“Sorry, if I may know. Why did President Vience call me here?” ask the Son politely.

“You're Salsabila's classmate at university?” Vience asked back with foreign language dialect mixed abroad.

The son glanced at Salsabila standing on the left side of Vience's chair, then he directed his gaze at Vience.

“Iya, I'm a freshman at that university,” says Son briefly.

Vience glanced at Salsabila. “Let Papa talk to Putra alone here, and you wait outside,” pinta Vience asked permission gently to her Daughter.

“Iya, Pa!” sahut Salsabila, his hand waving to the Son. “I'm waiting for you outside, huh?!” pamit Salsabila to Putra.

Vience only glanced sharply at Putra still acting cold and indifferent.

“Salsabila is beautiful, kind, friendly and polite when you are with you. Why can't you appreciate it?” asked Vience still faithfully sitting on her big chair.

“I appreciate the kindness, and the friendly attitude of the President's daughter. However, I appreciate more the feelings of a woman who has been faithful and continues to give me spirit in the homeland,” said the Son firmly with the look of his eyes flat.

“Ck, what kind of shit is this? Do not act pretentious if you have only been here for 1 year. What if you choose to behave more towards my daughter. Take it easy, I will give you more salary,” said Vience gave an offer.

The son bowed half his body.

“Sorry, I'm not a traitor. I'm sorry to go out because a lot of work is waiting for me in the kitchen,” reject the gentle Son, then he steps out of Vience's room with his flat face.

Vience let the Son go.

“It is fitting that Salsabila is very interested in this young man. In addition to his handsome face, this young man also had a polite and gentle speech. Although his face was flat and indifferent,” muttered Vience stared at the back of the Son continuously away from the eyes.

Arriving outside Vience's room. The son glanced for a moment at Salsabila squatting on his left side. Not wanting to mince words, Putra continued his steps towards the kitchen room to return to work.

“No!” sahut Putra lied, with both feet continuing to step in the corridor.

“Masa anyway? Papa said he wants to raise your salary because you are his best employee for 1 year,” muttered Salsabila.

The son stopped his steps in the corridor towards the kitchen, his flat eyes glaring at Salsabila's eyes.

“Stop chasing me, because I won't be able to chase you. For so long a woman has filled my heart and my days until now. So I can't trade it for a new person like you!” cetus Putra told.

Salsabila was stunned for a moment. His head bowed, it felt really painful if he was rejected before struggling.

“I know. That woman is the woman who became the wallpaper on your phone, right?” sahut Salsabila surprises Putra.

“Iya!” sahut Putra brief.

The son again stepped into the kitchen room, followed by Salsabila. As usual, Salsabila continued to speak without getting an answer from the Son.

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Meanwhile, in his own homeland.

If in the place where the Son lives is night, then in the place of Imelda is day. Today is the red date, where all workers and company owners rest their bodies at home or take walks.

Tired of his activities, Imelda took the initiative to take a short walk around the complex. However, his steps had to come to a halt as Rihana and Maya blocked his path.

“Dare once you enter our region!” hardik Maya's.

“Already brought our flocked abroad. Now you even want to refresh yourself by walking through our house. There! Back to your region!” rihana added, expelling Imelda while pushing Imelda's body slowly.

Fortunately Imelda had a heart as soft as snow. Although often zholimi, Imelda still patiently face the attitude of her neighbor.

“Don't keep accusing me like that. It was all the son's decision, not mine. If you do not believe can ask directly to the person,” explained Imelda gave enter.

“Alah! Pinter the time your nozzle is cuddle!” rihana was full of anger.

“If you do not believe, how do you follow the Son there. I will give you our home address which is there,” Imelda said to offer.

Rihana and Maya look at each other, then they smile sweetly at Imelda.

“It just so happens that once next week there is a long holiday. I will be happy to meet him there,” said Maya quickly embraced Rihana.

“Close to my house let me give you a note to the street of the house of Putra,” said Imelda.

“But you're not coming, right?” ask Maya suspiciously.

“Of course not. Coincidentally that holiday I still have a lot of work, you two go there,” said Imelda lying. Actually he wanted to visit the Son secretly.

“Are you unsuspecting us?” tanya Rihana was convincing.

“Of course not. We are neighbors and have a long widow status. I know you guys are unlikely to cross the line to Putra,” said Imelda again lying, even though he felt anxious.

“Then we will go to your house later. Oh, yep! I happened to cook pudding today, do you want to eat at my house?” tawar Rihana's.

“I also cook rendang jengkol, salted fish goring, and there are cendol at home. Do you want?” added Maya does not want to lose.

“Where if we eat in the park only,” said Imelda gave input.

“Good idea. You wait there. We will bring food there,” sahut Rihana is taken by Maya.

Imelda also began to step towards the complex park, Maya and Rihana prepared a meal for them to bring.

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