Widows Complex
38. Son Stopping Kiss

While kissing, Maya stops her matic motorcycle next to Imelda and Putra.

“Ouw! Very pro, yes?”

The son immediately took off his kiss, Imelda herself turned her face blushed in shame.

“Ta-tante,” greet Son with a flat face resisting embarrassment.

“When did you arrive?” tanya Maya diverts the main conversation, without getting off her matic bike.

“Newly,” sahut Son brief.

“Congratulations yes, back and forth can be a gift from the heck, hyper widow. Where the son is cute again,” said Maya set her eyes straight to the front gate of the house Imelda, saw Aluna playing Barbie doll.

“Means I have to marry Imelda?” son's question surprised Imelda and Maya.

“Ouw! Is it able to stand up perfectly with your trunk? And how old are you this year?” Maya asked back, Imelda lowered her face in embarrassment.

“If it's been perpendicular from long ago, auntie. I'm 22 years old this year,” said Son without shame.

“Hem, good if that's it. Your face also looks mature, unlike the first time you came here,” muttered Maya nodded for a moment.

“Ka-if I'm old, hehe! Wherever possible we can marry a couple very far below me,” added Imelda cengengesan.

“Alah, many times your pinch. Tell me now you're happy to hear the Son's age is 22. He has graduated with good grades, he is also quite smart. And..do you do not know for 4 years there he is constantly cuddling money to be able to live with you!” ceplos Maya on purpose.

Imelda glanced with a puzzled face at the Son.

“Be really it?” asked Imelda clumsy.

“True. I'll talk to you later too. But later, I'll go home first. Want to rest, shower and clean up the house,” said Putra.

“If you are renting a house, you calm down Son. Imelda always cleans it on time, so your rented house is always clean and fragrant,” Maya continued.

“You also helped me, not myself alone who took care of it,” elak Imelda told.

“Oh, that should be. Because the Son is our love in this complex. Of course when Putra comes back to the contract we don't want to see his body on the edge but the tengu and cockroaches. That's why we are happy to help you,” said Maya proudly.

“If I am married to Imelda, will the aunt and mothers in this complex allow?” ask Putra.

For a moment Maya glanced at Imelda. Then to the Son.

“Hem, how are ya?”

“Haha, no need to think about the question Putra—” said Imelda paused.

“Heh hyper widow, do you really not want to marry Putra?” sela Maya ketus's.

“Ma-mau.”

“So why are you saying that. We widows here have tried to be sincere. You are the one who wants to reject it. Do you want us to have the Son marry us all too! Want you on honey with 10 widows in this complex?” ask Maya ketus.

“If I want to, but—” Putra paused his words, glanced at Imelda with a face turned lethargic. “But, I've felt more than enough if I have Imelda,” continued Putra to make Imelda's heart flowery.

“Come! So remember the youth first,” hela Maya while reviving the engine of the motorcycle maticnya. “Then it is, auntie comes home first yes, in droves. Before the aunt came home, the aunt wanted to say if you should love Aluna, because Aluna does not have both parents,” continued Maya told.

“Iya,” nod Son.

“Daaa!! Flocking darling! Auntie go home first!” maya screamed and started riding her motorcycle.

Stay there Imelda and the Son. For a moment they were silent with each other remembering the words of the Son. Imelda's heart continues to beat 3 times faster than usual. All because remembering the words of the Son will propose himself.

Really it? Is there a young man who wants to marry a widow, let alone the widow is old?

“A-I'm sorry to go home first. Later that night I will visit home,” saying Son is nervous.

“I-iya, I also want to take care of Aluna,” said Imelda follow nervous.

The son and Imelda finally parted ways, they stepped towards their respective homes. Sometimes they put their faces back. Lips smile themselves.

“Mami why?” tanya Aluna turned her head up, seeing Imelda blush in embarrassment with a reddened face.

Satisfied already imagining, Imelda squatted down, her hands pushed the hair into Aluna's mouth.

“Aluna, are you happy after meeting the man?” imelda asked as she stroked the top of Aluna's head.

“Is that man Papi Aluna?” aluna asked curiously, because all this time she had never seen the real face of the Papi.

“Hem, Aluna! You, you know that Papi actually died from an accident while you were still in the womb. So, that guy wasn't your Papi!” imelda is lying.

“Oh yes, Aluna forgot!” sahut Aluna patted her forehead.

“You are adorable, Aluna!” furious Imelda pinched both cheeks of Aluna chubby.

“Sickness, pain, Mi!” aluna Whine.

“Finally you have made me angry. Whose son are you?” imelda's wrath is back.

“Anak Mami lah, the childhood aunt Rihana and Maya,” Aluna said.

“Iiiihh, really pinter, you!” imelda's wrath is back.

Unbeknownst to Imelda, the Son secretly monitors Imelda from her bedroom window. A line of smiles was imprinted on his handsome face. Then his smile disappeared considering that Darwin could do this to a woman who had died and the child was so beautiful.

“I'll teach you a lesson if I meet you one day,” growled Son is full of hate.

The son went out of the window of his room. He decided to cleanse his body before resting it.

1 hour passed.

Unable to sleep, and still longing for the face and fragrant body of Imelda. The son decided to go to Imelda's house. Choose to rest at the home of the lover so that the heart and mind can be calm.

As soon as he reached the house of Imelda, the Son scrunched his forehead to see Imelda falling asleep in the tv room with Aluna in his arms.

“You must be tired of taking care of this child alone,” muttered Putra stroking the top of Imelda's head.

The son carried Imelda along with Aluna still in a sling to Imelda's room. He slowly put Imelda's body on the bed, then took Aluna slowly, placed her next to Imelda.

The Son is a strong man!

“Enough rest, yes!” muttered the Son after a glimpse of Imelda's forehead.

Just about to turn around, Imelda called out her name.

“Security!”

Son turned, “Iya,” sahut Son soft.

“You're really Son, right?” imelda asked as if she could not believe that in her room there was a man figure once she loved.

“Yes, I brought you here. Now sleep. I want to cook dinner for us,” said Putra.

“I'm not sleepy. I-I will make food for you,” said Imelda wanted to get out of bed.

The son restrained Imelda, making her re-spread her body on the bed.

“Now I am near you. Obey all my requests before I get mad at you!” men's Emphatic.

“Tapi—”

The son did not say or answer anything. He decided to leave Imelda in the room.

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Seriate