Widows Complex
51. In the midst of the Depression

The husbands have been detained in the authorities' offices for premeditated murder and fraud for pretending to be the sons' parents.

Because it is fast to the hospital, Putra so get treatment and care quickly without having to bleed a lot.

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In the VIP room.

Imelda sat weakly beside Putra's hospital bed. His hand continued to hold tightly to the Son's hand, as if he did not want to let go.

“Who has dared to do this to you?” imelda asked with her own eyes.

“Once, I don't know who did this either. Everything I leave to the authorities,” said Putra lirih.

“I hope the culprit can be caught soon,” murmured Imelda, her tears look dripping, wetting both cheeks.

“Why are you crying?” ask Putra while removing the traces of tears on both cheeks smooth wife.

“How could I not cry when I saw the bullet lodged in the stomach of the husband,” Imelda said with a hoarse voice holding back tears.

“Important now that I am fine, the bullet has also been taken from this stomach,” said Putra, his hand stroking the top of Imelda's head. “Do not cry again dong, dear. If you cry like this. Your face looks funny,” added Putra persuaded Imelda not to cry anymore.

Imelda laughed, then she wiped away the traces of tears on both of her cheeks.

“You're on a roll?” tanya Imelda started to cheer up.

“No combing. I'm just telling the truth to my servant,” said Son honestly.

“Luck in here there is no Aluna. If Aluna had heard it, she would have been jealous. Want to be praised as well,” chirps Imelda began to joke a little.

“Oh yes, Aluna where?” asked the new Son realized that his favorite daughter was not in the room.

“It just so happens, when I get bad news from you. Maya and Rihana are still at home. So they're the ones guarding Aluna. Later tonight Maya and Rihana will bring Aluna here,” said Imelda explained.

“They're both good, yes. Although a little flirtatious and coquettish,” muttered Putra realized the goodness of Maya and Rihana.

“Actually all the widows in the complex are good. But, for reasons of the past made them all become like that. A little naughty and flirty. Though the original is not like that,” clearly Imelda brief.

“Iya, I understand,” nod Son. His hand again stroked the top of Imelda's head, then said. “Already at 2 hours, you should just go home. Rest and eat at home. Back here night or evening is not a problem,” added Putra told Imelda to go home because it was pity to see Imelda had to accompany her in the hospital alone.

“It is the duty of a wife to accompany her husband when the husband is sick. You take it easy, yes!”

“Because you do not want to go home, then I will punish you by way of accompanying me to sleep here,” said Putra, his hand patted the empty inpatient bed next to him.

“That bed is only 1 meter left of you. It's also a hospital, a lot of people passing by. How can you casually tell me to sleep next to you,” protested Imelda.

“If you don't want to, then you have to go home!” the Son threatened.

Forcibly, Imelda got up from her seat, climbed into the hospital bed, laying down her body on her side facing the Son.

“Happy?” tanya Imelda stared at the dashing face filled with fine fur.

“Not yet,” says Putra started raping Imelda.

“But! W-what more do you want?” tanya Imelda began to suspect.

“This room is like a hotel, yes. Relax how it is,” muttered Putra started strange.

“Terus?”

“Ke-why are you covering my body too?” ask Imelda to panic.

“I want to ask for a hug and a little dunk this face in your twin mountains,” whispered Son surprise Imelda.

“Ka-you why can think such a pervert in this place? You're still sick, you know!” cetus Imelda started to get nervous.

“The pain was just my stomach, not anything else. How, would you, huh? If at home we will be disturbed Aluna. I don't want to do that, I just want to indulge to increase the immunity in this body,” sedu Putra is starting to flirt.

“Alright, for the sake of you can recover soon I will unbutton this dress shirt,” said Imelda resigned.

Imelda's hands began to move unbuttoned clothes dress, look little by little chewy skin upper. However, Putra immediately restrained Imelda's hand, buttoned back her dress shirt and chose to hug Imelda very tightly.

Again and again, the strange deeds of the Son made Imelda surprised.

“Ke-why?” imelda asked in the warm embrace of the Son.

“I didn't expect you to comply with all my requests. Now it is quite clear to me that you are truly the very good woman that God sent me after I lost both my parents,” said the Son, giving a kiss on Imelda's forehead, then again hugged Imelda's body very tightly.

“You are also the best man I have ever had. Son, promise me not to leave me if one day I make a small mistake,” Imelda made a promise.

“Sorry, I can't promise you that. I am a human being who has a sense of stability. But, I will try to make myself a man as well as a husband who deserves you and our children will be proud someday,” said the Son refused the promise and made an excuse.

“Thank you,” thank you Imelda while replying to Son's embrace.

“Why suddenly I want to go home soon. It feels like I want to devour you from top to bottom without letting you breathe for a second,” said Putra started teasing his wife.

“Do not like that dong. What if I can't walk?” imelda protests innocently.

“I'm fat,” sahut Son casual.

“Terus, How is Aluna?” tanya Imelda worries about Aluna.

“We titip same aunt Maya and Rihana,” sahut Putra once again casually.

“Ish! You are the evil connective Papa!”

The son just laughed while continuing to kiss Imelda's entire face.

In the midst of their intimacy, there was a man wearing a black mask who had stood for quite a long time looking from the small crack of the door of the room. The man was also seen playing with a knife.

“Awas just you!” muttered the thin mustachioed man from behind his mask, then stepped away from the front of the hospital room Putra.

I realized that someone had just left the front of the room. The son immediately covered Imelda's entire body with a blanket. Then he sat down, staring intently at the transparent top door.

“Why did you close me like this?” imelda's protest pulled a little of her head out of the blanket.

“Nothing,” says Son lied. He again stretched out his body, and hugged Imelda very tightly and gave her a pillow on her back.

“Why did you put a pillow on my back?” ask Imelda curiously.

“I just want us to be stickier again.it's like use glue!” sahut Putra is back.

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Seriate