Widows Complex
Chapters 08. CLASH OVER THE BELLS

Imelda thinks the attitude of the Son changed because of the actions of the women in her compound. However, Putra's attitude changed because he was thinking of friends from the village had just returned to Berastagi tour will stop by his home. What if his friends see the neighborhood where he lives, bad thoughts will attack the friends later.

The son's daydreams are broken when someone knocks on the door of his room.

Tok tok tok tok

“Log in,” says Son from the inside.

“Excuse me, I-I want to deliver this document,” said a woman wearing thick glasses from the front door.

“Oh, please just put it there,” welcome Son extend his hand to his worktable.

The woman, wearing thick glasses, began to step into the Son's room, calling him Mimi.

“I-this,” Mimi said after putting the document on top of another pile of documents.

“Thank you, yes,” thank you Son with his male voice, making Mimi's heart pounding incoherently.

“Sa-sama-sama!” sahut Mimi immediately ran out of the Son's room by closing the door very strongly.

Bam!

“Why with that thick glasses girl?” muttered Putra staring at the door of his room.

Hearing the sound of the door of the Son's room closing firmly, Imelda was in her room immediately running into the Son's room.

“Why you?” tanya Imelda stepped in anxiously, staring at Putra sitting in her work chair.

“Why?” muttered the Son scrunched his forehead.

“Yes, I heard the sound of your door being closed firmly. Is someone trying to attack you?” tanya Imelda was already standing beside her work chair.

“A-you are very close to me,” said Putra a little nervous when Imelda was very close to him.

“I want to check if you are okay,” cetus Imelda worried, so anxious, Imelda to check almost the entire body of the Son from outside. However, Putra immediately held Imelda's hand when he wanted to unbutton her shirt.

“What will you do?” tanya Putra stared at the pitch black eyeball Imelda.

Instead of answering, Imelda was fixated on seeing the pink lips of the Son, the view was now slowly descending to the neck, seeing a well-built jakun hiding behind the skin.

‘Very close! A breath of mint-smelling mouthwash came into my mind. Her lips, her eyes, her facial skin were smooth and supple I wanted to touch very much. Wait a minute, what exactly am I doing? Is it at this time that my consciousness is beginning to disappear and..do I want to devour it? NO!’ inner Imelda. Both of his legs spontaneously retreated backwards.

“You why?” tanya Putra returned with her flat mode.

“A-I'm just worried about you,” says Imelda holds back embarrassment.

“I'm fine. Why me?” ask Putra.

“Ta-so I heard the sound of your door.”

“Oh, that girl wearing thick glasses suddenly just ran while looking at my face. Does my face look bad?” putra asked as he moved from his seat, approaching his face with Imelda's face, so that the hue on both cheeks appeared very clearly.

“Ti-no!” suhut Imelda was nervous, he lowered his gaze so that his meroon face was not visible to the Son.

“Lantas why is he running?” asked the plain son, he sat back down.

“I-it..maybe because you are handsome,” murmured Imelda heard by Putra.

“Oh, in the past when I was in the village, other women and mothers have also said such things,” explained Putra remembering the words of the woman in the Village where she lived.

“Ka-in case I go out first, yes,” said Imelda started to step out of the Son's room.

The son returned to his duties, as did Imelda.

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Due to getting a call from his friends, Putra canceled the movie with Imelda. At 17:20 p.m., Putra and Imelda finally reached the house complex. Just out of the gate of the house of Imelda, the Son was greeted by his friends.

“Security!” shouted 3 men and 1 woman running towards Putra with camping bag still coiled on each shoulder.

“A long time?” son asked flatly, both feet continued to step toward his friend.

“Already dong,” sahut a straight-haired guy gondrong.

“Silver, this is your home?” ask a woman, Fuji.

“Not, this is the boss' house where I work. If my house is over there,” said Putra directs his hand straight across the road. The house with the first floor is pink.

“Bephahaha! Not wrong, see your home?” asked a thick man, Randy, laughing mockingly.

“No, I contracted there. Why why?” sahut Putra flat.

“Loh, contracting? But you sell the house in the village.” Fuji speech stopped when Putra stepped first across to his house.

“Come, login!” take the Son to keep going.

“I-iya!” the four friends ran small following the footsteps of the Son.

When the Son and his four friends entered the house, the women were hiding in each fence of their house. Even the widows eavesdropped on the Son's conversation with his four friends so that today the widows gathered in front of the gates of the house of Imelda.

“Bsss! You saw earlier there was a young woman continues to laugh in front of our brondong ‘kan?” cetus Maya begins to provoke.

“Yes, who are they, huh?” keep up another widow.

“But, if I look around it looks like our friends brondong we look not too kampungan. They also seem to have just returned from camping.”

“You saw that fat one. Well, if I can sleep with him, maybe my whole life will never buy a mattress,” continued Rihana enamored with Randy.

“The fat ones are tender, but sometimes their bells are always hiding,” Maya continued to make Rihana offended.

“Sirk ajau dowager!” cetus Rihana looked at the gloomy Maya.

“I'm not a sirik. I just wanted to warn you if the fat guy's bells hide a lot!” obviously Maya doesn't want to lose.

“Who said? If he marries me, then I'll take him to Mak erot's place. In tarek-tarek a little uda long the song!” sahut Rihana's.

“Didih, when you willingly bell your partner in tarek same granny. If I have a partner, mending me who tarek himself let it sound terrible when I meet!” maya's protest doesn't want to be silent.

The debate between Rihana and Maya made the widows there only able to look at the two of them. There was also fanning his work uniform because he felt sultry.3 other widows even called brother meatballs kojek just passed in front of them. The other widows instead chose to watch the debate of Maya and Rihana.

Hearing the debate was great enough to be heard at the Son's house. The son went out, trying to approach the widow's group.

“Sorry, what's with the mothers here, huh?” tanya Putra stood beside Maya.

“Eh, look. You must be tired after you go home from work. And..” Maya glance at the house of the Son, “I see you have guests. May not I help you to serve food, who knows you bother to serve it yourself,” continued Maya turned the conversation in the other direction.

“Not bother. We are all used to serving our own food. If there is no problem, I go back in first,” reject Putra while saying goodbye.

Maya, Rihana, and the other 9 widows nudged each other, their eyebrows and lips moving as if beckoning.

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