Widows Complex
09. 9 Widows colonize the House of the Son

After the subtle rejection of the Son, the Son finally could not say anything when the 9 widows in the complex colonized his house. Make food and help with other things. Fuji, Randy, Lila, and Jono looked questioningly at the Son as he sat quietly leaning his body on the sofa.

’9 mature women in sexy clothes are in plain sight. Crazy, crazy, crazy, this isn't me stuck in a harem animated movie ‘ right?’ jono repeatedly rubbed his eyelids.

‘Where do these itchy women come from? Where they cooperate with each other voluntarily to serve us. OHO! May the Son go to this city because he wants to open a border house? JESUS!’ inner Lila glanced at the Son.

‘A very good body. Although this woman is older than me, I am very interested in one woman named Maya. Smile and flutter her hair like a ponytail about to run, Randy's inner’ continues to stare at Maya's butt.

‘I have to ask directly what really happened. How do women today unite in the rented house of the Son. Ck, won't I let a woman today snatch the heart of Son,’ grumbled Fuji jealous.

Not wanting too long to see Maya, Rihana, and the other women makes Fuji feel uncomfortable. He also moved from his seat, slowly stepped closer to Maya, Rihana and others were busy in the dining room arranging food on the ambal already in a wide span on the floor.

The sons, Lila, Jono, and Randy stare at the bewildered departure Fuji approaches the women in the dining room.

“Ngapain that rancid boy to there?” ask Lila.

“Fear rivaled times he, then want to try to blend,” said Jono with his leisure.

“Hush! Don't just say you're Jon,” Randy's nag.

“Not do you guys know that Fuji actually secretly likes Son? Sih son of this tyrant,” ceplos Jono then chuckled.

While in the middle of a conversation Randy, Jono, and Lila are in the living room. Imelda was already standing behind the sofa where the Son was sitting with both hands holding a bushel filled with side dishes.

Imelda was surprised to hear the jest of the friends of the Son, calling the Son the son of the king. Since no one had seen his coming, Imelda was about to leave. However, Fuji immediately stopped Imelda's move.

“Who are you?” fuji asked flatly, glaring at Imelda from top to bottom.

Randy, Lila, Son, and Jono immediately turned his gaze. The eyeballs of Jono, Lila, and Randy are perfectly rounded when they see Imelda more beautiful, young, and has a nice body than other women.

“Imelda,” muttered Putra as she rose from her seat near Imelda.

Fuji saw her feeling jealous, ‘Cih, who else is this woman?’ mummified Fuji.

“Ta-be I want to give you the food I've cooked for you. B-but after I got here I didn't know your house became crowded like this. I'd better go home, it's not nice if I.” Imelda's speech is interrupted when the Son takes the bushel from Imelda's hand.

“Not the cuisine in this bushel for me? Why don't we just eat together. Let's join me to join the others,” invite Putra to take Imelda along to sit on a wide-spread ambal in the dining room.

“But, i-this..”.

“I don't like rejection, just follow what I say!" Firmly the Son forced Imelda to sit in the ambal.

Fuji, Maya, Rihana and 7 other women were jealous when they saw Imelda coming and sitting next to the Son. Unable to see the Son's twitch with Imelda, Fuji stepped closer to the Son.

“Son, can we talk for a moment?” pinta Fuji holding the right shoulder of the Son.

“Hem!” the nod of the Son rose from his seat, following Imelda's steps towards the tv room.

Jono, Randy, and Lila are elbowed when they see Fuji's face looks unfriendly.

“It looks like there will be a household war,” whispered Randy.

“Only stupid terms!” cetus Randy's.

Meanwhile in the tv room, Putra and Imelda face each other.

“What's up?” son asked, staring at the look in the eyes of jealousy stored in Fuji's eyeballs.

“Ke-why can so many adult women in your home? These women also look very free in your home. Are they used to doing things like this to you?” ask Fuji calmly.

“Yes, they are strong women in this complex. Why?” sahut Putra asked without covering anything.

“Ja-so you and the ladies de..” Fuji's speech is interrupted when the Son taps Fuji on the shoulder.

“I know what you think. You must have thought that I was a young man mistress of rich women in the city ‘kan? You take it easy, I'm not like that. I'm still Sanjaya Putra, your old friend,” explained Putra dismissed Fuji's bad thoughts.

“So, which woman did you just sit with?” fuji asked, lowering the volume.

“Oh, Imelda. That woman is the boss I work for. That woman is very different from the other women. You want me to introduce him?” tanya Putra offered with passion.

‘When discussing the woman named Imelda, why the look on the face of the Son became changed like this. Besides the boss, who is Imelda for Putra?’ Fuji wondered in his heart.

“Fuji, Fuji,” call Son waving his hand, disperse the reverie of Fuji.

“Oh, i-iya, I want to get acquainted with your boss,” said Fuji soon realized.

“Mari,” invite Son to start stepping.

Arriving in the dining room, Putra and Fuji saw the ambal was already full. A line of smiles was imprinted on the face of the Son when he saw the women willingly crimped sitting in the ambal.

“Mother, aunt, and sisters. Why are you still here?” tanya Putra looked at Maya, Rihana, and the other 7 women.

“We want to join dinner here,” say Maya, Rihana, and 7 other women simultaneously.

“Why not just go home?” ask Putra.

“If we go home, then we will eat alone at home. It feels really not lustful if you just stare at the pile of rice, and vegetables on the table alone,” said Maya, in the nod of other women.

“Huh! All right, this time I'll take you to eat together at my house. Next time, you can no longer do the same!” men's Emphatic.

“Alright!” sahut Maya, Rihana, and 7 other women simultaneously. Imelda herself was silent, looking down as if she would never be able to visit the Son's house again.

Hearing the obedient voice of the women, Fuji, Randy, Lila, and Jono were stunned. In their hearts they kept wondering. How can the Son make adult women obey his words? The son really was like a real-world version of a harem king.

Everything was calm, food and drink were neatly arranged in front of them. The son like the chieftain of the women began to lead the meal prayer, then invite everyone to eat without sound until the atmosphere of enjoyment of dinner together to remember himself will live in the village first. The son longs for the warmth of his late parents.

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