Widows Complex
04. Request a Photo

Arriving on the 3rd floor, Imelda directed Putra to a small room right in front of her work room. Imelda explained a little about how to work as a secretary at her company.

“Well, look, Putra,” said Imelda, her body standing to the right of the Son, unknowingly she attached her twin mountains on the arms of the Son.

Deg!

‘Close, close, very close. This chewy thing also keeps moving touching my arm muscles. Focus, focus Son. No. The smell of his body is very disturbing my sense of smell and my head. This scent also kept spinning in my head. O God, please keep me away from this thrilling ordeal, the inner’ of the Son to ask the creator for help.

“Where, already understand ‘kan?” tanya Imelda breaks the daydream of the Son.

“Eh, sorry, I was..” Son's speech stopped when Imelda patted the shoulder of the Son.

“Alright, it doesn't matter if you don't understand. I entered the room first,” said Imelda stepped into the room.

As time goes on, the Son becomes more and more adept at doing his work. It's time for lunch. Seeing that Imelda did not come out of her room, the Son decided to approach Imelda.

“Excuse me, can I come in?” the Son asked his head into the door, his eyes suddenly wildly staring around the room Imelda.

“Te-of course, please come in,” said Imelda was nervous because she was surprised at approaching Putra.

“Hem, Imelda not having lunch?” the Son asked after he stood in front of Imelda's desk.

“Nanggung, soon my work is ready,” said Imelda back busy in front of her computer.

Without any hesitation, Putra held Imelda's clasped hands dancing on the keyboard. It made Imelda's heart beat faster.

‘I guess because he's a village man his palms are rough, it turns out the skin of his palms is very soft like baby skin. Well, well, my heart's getting melted longer. How's this?’ imelda's mind with a beat and the mind began to err.

“Is Imelda okay?” son asked a little worriedly to see Imelda kept daydreaming with her face looking flushed like a boiled crab.

Not wanting to look strange in the presence of the Son, Imelda hurriedly calmed her mind and her heart from the negative thoughts constantly plaguing her mind.

Over and over again he took a deep breath to neutralize his dirty thoughts. After feeling quite calm, he ventured to look at the face of the Son still standing on his left side.

“Because you forced me to come to lunch with you, then I will accept your offer,” Imelda said starting to move on from her seat.

“Sorry for forcing Imelda to have lunch with me. Actually..actually I invite you because I do not know a decent place to eat for my pockets here,” obviously Son relaxed without shame.

“Hahaha, I think why. It turns out you just do not know a good place to eat it turns out,” kekeh Imelda amused to hear the speech of the Son is too plain and relaxed.

“Iya, because the rest of my money is only 1 million until I get a salary from you,” said Putra was too plain again.

“Already, already, about it you do not think. If you need money, then one of your salaries will be transferred first. How?” tawar Imelda's.

“No need, I believe I can still save for 1 month with the money available,” reject Son politely.

“Alright, I won't force anything on you. But, if one day you need money just tell me, I will be ready to transfer your salary,” said Imelda embraced by Putra.

Crutches!

Putra's stomach sounded great rumbling, making Imelda laugh amusedly.

“Didn't you have breakfast?” tanya Imelda held back her laughter.

“Yes already, let's go find a place to eat,” take Imelda while patting the shoulder of the Son.

Putra and Imelda walked together out of the Company, Imelda also invited Putra to eat at one of the famous eating places in the city of Medan.

Arriving at the place to eat, Imelda chose the last table so as not to pass and be seen by many people, according to Imelda, but in fact at this time, he said, their tables were surrounded by women and men to take the Son with them.

“Again once. Can we not take photos with us?”

“Your face is very handsome like Pakistanis, can be photos together, yes?”

“You're an overseas artist, huh? I asked for a photo huh?”

Instead of being angry because many people asked for photos of him, Putra just frowned, then took one of the visitors' cellphones and invited him to take photos together.

Chequek!

For 30 minutes, only it was heard at the table where Imelda and Putra were sitting. Feeling that lunchtime had been wasted, Imelda finally moved to tell the visitors to leave their tables. With annoyed faces the visitors left the table of Imelda and Putra.

“Thank you, thank you for helping me,” thank you Son keeps his head down.

“If you don't like it then reject it subtly, don't force yourself to make others happy by bringing feelings of reluctance or will offend others,” said Imelda gave input.

“Sorry, for that I can't. Because my late parents forbade me from hurting other people's feelings,” said Putra rejected Imelda's input.

“Ha,ah. Let's eat first,” hela Imelda can't say anything anymore.

30 Minutes after they finished eating, because the work was still piling up, Imelda decided to take Putra back to the Company. After paying and getting out of the restaurant, Imelda met her ex-husband in the parking lot with a bank employee.

“Not surprisingly, after divorcing me you are even dating a man like that.” ex-husband said while embracing the woman next to him.

“Do not be arrogant, if only modelled on good looks and pitchers only. Every man on this earth can do it too. But try to look in the mirror, the resilience while in bed is still the same as the old one or.” Imelda's remark insulting her ex-husband stopped when Putra held Imelda's wrist.

“Not that we should return to the Company immediately?” sela Putra pretended to ask to end the strange conversation.

“But I...” Imelda's words came to a standstill when her ex-husband insulted her.

“Basic women are not sane. If you accuse me like that you should have glazed over first!” hardik her ex-husband.

“I'm sorry, can't for now we don't discuss it. Imelda and I paid first, our work is still piling up in the office,” said Son was polite, he also pulled Imelda's hand to get into the car.

Because the strength of the Son was so strong, Imelda could not resist, she only resignedly accepted the treatment of the Son to him. Not wanting to wait a long time, Putra drove away from the parking lot of the restaurant, where the ex-husband still stood with the woman.

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