Widows Complex
22. I'm Tired! Not to be my girlfriend

At 07:30 in the morning.

The son had arrived on the porch of the house Imelda, his thumb repeatedly pressed the doorbell of the house. 10 minutes he was waiting at the door of the house, finally Imelda opened the door of his house.

“Why did you come in the morning once?” tanya Imelda was still wearing pajama clothes, her face was tangled and there was a panda circumference under her eyes.

“Didn't you sleep all night?” The son asked.

“Sleep, there is only one thing that keeps on sticking in my mind,” said Imelda with her heavy voice.

The son did not answer or asked Imelda again. The son barged into the dining room. This made Imelda surprised.

“Ka-you why enter the kitchen?” tanya Imelda continued to follow the steps of the Son.

The son did not answer, his footsteps were now stopped in front of the 2-door refrigerator, he opened the refrigerator door.

“How do you eat if in the refrigerator you do not store food stock?” ask Putra flat. The look in his eyes led to Imelda's sleep-deprived face.

“Anu...I can order food from outside if hungry,” said Imelda lowered her tone.

“Ck, then take a shower. Let me prepare some food for you!” the Son's command was cold, but it pleased Imelda.

Imelda nodded, then quickly stepped towards her room on the 2nd floor.

“Sorry for having prejudiced you yesterday, and letting others influence my thoughts,” muttered Putra staring at the back Imelda had already disappeared from the kitchen door.

The son went to the supermarket in front of their complex alley, bought some instant food and some vegetables that were there for him to cook. 15 then Putra was already in the kitchen room of Imelda's house, his gaze continued to be fixed on the plastic package of groceries on the table.

‘What is this? What's wrong with me just realizing that I like to care about it. And last night when Aunt Maya said that Imelda was going to be with someone, I felt jealous. Don't-don't! Oh, don't tell me I like Imelda?’ muttered the Son inwardly, without realizing his head was immediately bowed, the look on his face turned grim.

“Why you?” tanya Imelda surprised Son.

“Ti-no. I-I just..” Son stopped his speech, both his hands took out all his groceries from inside the plastic. “I-this, I've bought all these foods for us breakfast together,” continued Son nervously.

“You haven't eaten?” ask Imelda.

“Already, quickly help me peel and cut into pieces the ingredients I have foreigned for me to cook,” chirp Putra diverted the topic of conversation.

“Iya-ia, I will help you!” suhut Imelda took a knife to help Putra cut some cooking ingredients.

1 hour passed, Putra and Imelda had finished eating, cleaned the table and were now in the car ready to go to the office.

“Thank you for breakfast,” said Imelda shyly.

“Hem,” said Putra nodded, then began to drive his car out of the gate of the automatic house.

The car in Imelda and Putra's drive slowly drove down the alley of their compound. However, Putra has to stop the speed of the car because Maya's motorcycle blocked his path.

“Luckily I was not speeding,” muttered Putra, his eyeballs glanced at Maya walking closer to her car door.

Tok!

Maya knocks on the window glass door of Putra's car.

“What's aunty?” asked the son after lowering his car's glass window.

Before taking the food box from Maya's hand, Putra took a quick glance at Imelda. Seeing the look on Imelda's face becoming moody, the Son finally rejected her in a subtle way.

“Sorry aunt, it looks like we have a meeting at noon and lunch outside. So, I can not accept this food supply,” refuse Son politely.

The refusal of the Son made Imelda surprised, the glance on the bowed face was emitting a faint smile. Maya, however, realized that. Not wanting to lose competitiveness with Imelda, Maya decided to put the lunch on the lap of the Son.

“Don't forget to eat, yes! Aunty cooking it full of love!” maya said as she passed away leaving the car.

Because the food box is already on the lap, and Maya has already put her matic motorcycle away from their car. The son could only sigh deeply, put the rice box on the dashboard of the car, then return to drive their car.

“Sorry yes, I cannot refuse it,” said Putra making Imelda once again surprised.

“Loh, it-no problem. W-why do you have to apologize to me?”

“Nothing!” sahut Putra did not want to explain his reason for apologizing to Imelda.

1 hour passed, finally the car was driven by Imelda and Putra had reached the company parking lot. Just got off the car Putra was approached by one of the female employees.

“Why with Shinta?” murmured Imelda looking from within.

Just as he asked in his heart, Imelda had to round her eyes when she saw Shinta giving a pack of clothes and chocolate to the Son's hand, and Shinta left in a hurry.

“It turns out like this if you like a man who is much younger and handsome face,” muttered Imelda, both hands patting both cheeks to realize who he is.

“Sadar Imelda, you are only a widow while Putra is an 18-year-old boy. You can admire it, but don't expect to have it. Remember your status is different. You are a widow and she is a handsome bachelor,” continued Imelda muttered.

“Why you?” son asked, surprising Imelda, her hand holding the door handle.

“Oh, it looks like I'm still sleepy,” said Imelda lying, she got out of the car. However, his eyes continued to be fixed on the package of clothes and chocolates and boxes of supplies in the hands of the Son. “What a wonderful youth yes!” imelda added with a faint smile.

“I hate this. Those women only saw my face. I really hate women like them,” said Flat son.

“If you don't like why would you accept their gift?” ask Imelda curiously.

“Being both my parents taught me would mean appreciating and honoring the gifts of others. And, I don't think that's bad,” said Son relaxed.

“What if one day you have a partner. Do you still want to receive gifts from women who like you?” ask Imelda back.

“Of course not. The feelings of the couple are more important than the feelings of others. Why do you keep asking questions like that?”

“No, I just feel sorry for your partner if one day you still care about the feelings of others,” Imelda said muttered.

For a moment the Son let out a long sigh, his two legs then stepped closer to Imelda and began to whisper in her ear.

“Actually I'm tired of all this. How about we date, Boss!”

“APA?!”

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Seriate....