Widows Complex
05. Eating With Women

Arriving at Imelda's workspace. The son kept his head down, repeatedly apologizing for his actions to Imelda while at the place of eating. Imelda did not answer, she just silently turned her back to Putra while staring at the glass wall through the view of the Medan city highway.

“Imelda, please forgive me. I did it on purpose so you wouldn't get in trouble. I also don't want you to end up with injuries, and bickering to the point of draining your energy and mind!” clearly the Son is firm.

Tired of repeatedly listening to the Son say the same thing. Imelda turned around, approaching Putra still standing while continuing to look down.

“Is every problem attacking you, you will always run like this?” ask Imelda curiously.

“Iya, I did just that because I wanted to live life quietly and peacefully,” said the honest son.

“Ck, you are indeed a strange person. Did you care about me then?” ask Imelda back.

“No, I do not care about anyone except, myself who does not want to be involved in other people's fights,” said Putra back firmly.

“Oh, I think your words are the opposite of your attitude,” Imelda pat Son on the shoulder, “Thank you for worrying about me, you better go back to the room. There is still a lot of work that we have to finish before 5 pm,” continued Imelda told Putra to return to his room.

“Alright, I will go,” said Putra, he also began to step away leaving the room Imelda.

Time continued to pass, did not feel the clock has shown at 17:30 pm. The son had finished his work, he decided to enter the room Imelda, he wanted to petrify the work of Imelda if it was not finished.

“Excuse me, are you done?” the Son asked after he stood beside the table of Imelda.

“A little more. You sit there,” said Imelda directing her hand to the guest sofa.

“What if I help. Who knows if it can be quickly completed,” putra proposal offers assistance from him.

“No need, you must be tired, just let me finish it,” reject Imelda casually and still continue to focus on the monitor screen.

“Alright,” said Putra began to step closer to the guest sofa and sit himself down.

The son continued to wait and wait, while Imelda still continued to finish her work unfocused.

How he wants to focus on doing his work when both eyes keep glancing at the Son is currently busy playing with his flat object.

The rhythm of his heart beat irregular when the Son occasionally restored the front bangs. It was as if being able to smell the shampoo from the Son's hair could sneak into his sense of smell.

‘Very handsome, his cold and indifferent attitude made me even more want to devour him. The freshness of these eyes and thoughts if you can continue to look directly at his face like this. Is this what is called destiny, is this what is called a soul mate? Geez, my goodness, my heart, stop beating like this,’ murmured Imelda with her heart constantly thrashing.

Impatiently waiting and boredom had taken hold of the Son's heart, he decided to rise from his seat to Imelda.

“Sorry, I can no longer spend time just waiting for you. How if I help you finish this job,” cetus Son plain, he began to stand to the right of Imelda, and busied his hands on the keyboard.

Degseer!

Imelda's blood flow rose and fell when the Son was very close to her. Even the smell of sweat mixed with his fragrance oil felt so fresh it burst into his sense of smell.

Patience, patience, patience. Imelda could only throw that sentence in her heart while holding back her desire to thrash more and more in plural.

10 Minutes passed, at last the Son completed the rest of the work belonging to Imelda. After putting it in the flash, the Son began to step closer to the door of the room.

Instead of being angry or reprimanding the attitude of the Son is too cold and honest. Imelda instead let the Son as if he controlled himself. Hah, really this is how it feels if we have perfect good looks like second to none.

At 19:10 p.m., Putra and Imelda finally arrived at the house complex. After parking Imelda's car into the garage, Putra left because he wanted to catch up to the magrib prayer was left behind because of traffic on the road.

The son was now in his house, he hurried into the bathroom, cleaned himself and performed magrib prayer. After the magrib prayer, Putra wanted to go out to buy food. However, his eyes were perfectly rounded when he saw the widows in the compound, including Imelda standing on the porch of his house with their hands carrying a bushel of food.

“A-what is this?” the Son asked in confusion as the widows stretched forth before him.

“We know you haven't eaten and are tired during work. We've been waiting for you from the afternoon, but you haven't come because of this crazy widow. Son, we are all here not eating because we are waiting for you, how about we eat together at your house!” said the widows simultaneously, Imelda herself just bowed feeling guilty.

“Not bother...kruuk, kruuk! Forgive my impolite stomach voice,” sorry Son felt ashamed.

“Tuh’, let's all get inside the house!” maya invites the women into the house.

The son was dumbfounded, he could only sigh longly seeing Maya and the others busy arranging the dining area for them in the living room of his house.

“I'm sorry, yes,” sorry Imelda really felt guilty for making Son come home late.

“Why should I apologize. It's not all your fault,” said Putra did not want to make Imelda feel guilty.

“It looks like I'm not going to eat with you guys. I'd better just go home, and here's some food for you. I took the time to cook beef rib soup with beef meatballs to increase your stamina,” said Imelda did not like the crowd, but did not like the crowd, he also did not want the widows in the complex to dismantle his disgrace because they felt jealous to be with the Son.

The son did not take the bushel out of Imelda's hand, he instead grasped Imelda's wrist, took her in and sat with the women.

Seeing Imelda sitting very close to Putra, Maya, Rihana, and the other widows snorted in annoyance.

“Hey, why are you still here?” ask Maya cynically to Imelda.

“A-me...” Imelda's greeting is interrupted when Son defends her.

“I brought him here. Wouldn't it be nice if we ate a bunch here?”

“But the woman has been quite satisfied with you for one day. Why should he eat with us tonight?” another widow protest.

“If you don't like Imelda here, then I'm sorry. Moms should come home soon, let me find food outside!” firmly Son with his flat face.

“Ti-no, sit. You just sit there. We will not protest again. We recommend that we eat before this food is cold,” pinta Maya was frightened when she heard the Son wanted to choose to eat outside.

Finally Putra, Imelda, Rihana, Maya and the other women ate together in the living room without any bickering at all.

Seeing the Son around beautiful widows and tyrants, made me envious.

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