Widows Complex
Chapters 07. So Fresh Is This Eye

Next morning.

Feeling unsettled if only waiting for the arrival of the Son in his house, Imelda decided to go to the Son's house with a box of food containing breakfast for the Son.

Tok tok!

Imelda started knocking on the door.

“Ya, who?” ask the Son from inside while opening the door of his house.

Imelda's eyeballs are perfectly rounded and lead to a point when she sees Putra coming out wearing only a shirt and short boxer shorts.

‘Yeah, so fresh are these eyes if I see them often every morning,’ murmured Imelda in the heart.

“Ehem, why do you keep looking into my boxer pants?” ceplos Putra, disperse the mind of Imelda.

“Anu, i-it's breakfast for you. You should eat first before leaving for work,” said Imelda nervously because half her mind is still glaring into the twilight sky.

“It just so happens that I already cooked breakfast for myself. How if we have breakfast together,” invites Putra to open the door of his house to let Imelda enter.

“A-I'll have breakfast at home!” reject Imelda nervous when she thinks only alone with Putra by wearing boxer pants in the house.

“I hate to refuse,” Putra clasped Imelda's wrist, “This time let me entertain and satiate your mouth,” continued Son pulled Imelda into the house.

When Putra pulled Imelda into the house, it turned out that there was a Rihana across the front of the Son's house. He also stopped his motorcycle matic, his chest rose and fell when he accidentally saw Putra only wearing a boxer, his mind also began to be driven by slovenly things.

Rihana took out her flat object, began to spread the message wa in the group of widows complex.

📨 {Eh jeng. You want to know no gossip this morning?} rihana said in the group message wa.

Without waiting for a long time, the group wa was crowded because of the excitement of Rihana.

📨 {What is it?}

📨 {Iss...cope me}

📨 {I just woke up already shocked by the busyness of this one woman. Quickly tell me what you just saw Widow ria.}

📨 {Isss..Lantam times your mouth widowed bucket. You heard this first. I accidentally passed the Son's house. I saw the hyper Widow at the door of the Son's house, I watched. Uh, so Putra opened the door without wearing pants, the hyper widow did not immediately leave, her eyes were immediately glaring at the anus Putra.} the contents of Rihana's message again electrified the group wa.

📨 {Serious you, widow ria. Son not wearing pants? Means I also saw her thigh skin?}

📨 {Actually it's brondong we don't pack pants? why didn't you take a picture. Tickle time I think this ria dowager.}

📨 {Not you a widow, tomorrow-tomorrow I will come very early. Pretend to give breakfast to the Son's house so I see his handsome face that just woke up.}

There is still a lot of excitement going on in the Wa group.

Meanwhile, in the dining room, Putra was serving his fried rice and Imelda's cooking on the table. Not to forget a glass of warm white water for himself and Imelda.

Seeing the Son as if he was used to arranging food like this. Imelda began to ask the Son questions.

“Sorry, if I may know, did you always cook at home?” imelda asked softly, not wanting to offend the Son.

“Yes, both of my deceased parents are tired in the rice fields. So, as a child, it is his duty to reduce a little the burden of my late parents,” said Putra while pulling a chair and sitting.

“You are really great. I'm very sure both of your parents would be proud to have a son like you,” Imelda said.

“Thank you for the compliment,” said Putra thanks.

“Ehem, it must be very difficult for you to live life as it is today without both parents,” said Imelda was concerned to see Putra become orphans at a young age.

“Hem,” nods Imelda without asking anything more.

30 Minutes have passed. Imelda and Putra had finished eating, and Putra was already wearing neat clothes to work. Arriving in the car garage, Imelda began to look at Putra from top to bottom.

“You are still excited to work at my place ‘kan?” ask Imelda to make sure.

“Do not ask again. Definitely I am excited,” reached out his hand, “Give me the car keys,” continued Putra asked for the car keys still in the hands of Imelda.

“Oh, yes,” says Imelda gives the key to the palm of the Son.

“Please enter,” pinta Putra flat while opening the car door for Imelda.

“Thank you,” said Imelda while entering and sitting in the passenger seat.

The son started driving the car out of the automatic gate of Imelda's house. The son also did not forget to greet the women in front of the terrace of their respective homes. Then increase the speed after being outside the complex.

“Hem, do you already have motor and car sim?” ask Imelda curiously.

“Of course it is,” sahut Son sober.

“Oh, great. I think you don't have it yet,” muttered Imelda heard by Putra.

“Hem,” nods Son, his gaze focused on the road.

For a moment they were silent to each other, making Imelda feel the journey was too long. At the last red light, Imelda began looking for talk material so that the atmosphere in the car was really not awkward.

“Silver,” call Imelda slowly.

“Iya!”

“Have you ever seen the cinema?” imelda asked a little nervously.

“Not yet, why?” The son asked back.

“What if after work we go to the cinema. Coincidentally today I saw a new movie,” asked Imelda.

“Ya already,” sahut Putra without asking much.

The short answer from the Son made Imelda more confused and became misbehaved. He continued to discuss unimportant topics in order to keep the atmosphere not awkward as it is today. However, Imelda's efforts were in vain, until the car was turned upside down, and they walked into the office, the Son remained silent, answering only as necessary.

The son and Imelda were separated, and the Son entered into his room, Imelda into his room.

“The more here the Son seems to be getting colder. Why is it so hard to conquer his heart. His lips moved only as necessary. How's this?” murmured Imelda continued to wonder why the attitude of the Son today was so cold.

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Meanwhile in the Son's own room.

“What they all have gone mad. How is it that Randy, Lila, Fuji, and Jono will stop by my contract after they get home from the streets. What should I make at home later, where there will be Fuji, son of Mr. RT who has a mouth very sharp like a razor. I'm pretty sure they'll all ridicule me when they find out that I live in a widow's compound. What am I supposed to do? Geez, it feels dizzy to think about this,” grumbled Son worried about the presence of his village.

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Seriate....