Widows Complex
28. The marriage is not really there

Not knowing what to say to Imelda, the Son let her go. Seeing Imelda enter the gate of his house, the Son turned his gaze to Fuji still standing on the porch of the Son's house.

“Tell me, what do you really want?” son asked after he stood beside Fuji.

Fuji lowered his head, both of his hands on his head very tightly. Slowly her tears trickled to the floor, she wiped the tears, then looked back, looking at the flat face of the Son still waiting for an answer from him.

“I'm sorry, actually our matchmaking doesn't exist. Actually, I was actually betrothed to a man from the village next door. I just came here to see if you have any taste in me. Apparently not. Seeing you say if the widow is your lover, makes my heart ache. I don't think I'd be willing to hear you choose another woman as your lover rather than me, your childhood friend,” Fuji was honest, her tone sounding soft.

The son let out a short sigh, his hand stroking the top of Fuji's head as he always did when he met Fuji.

Feeling the warm caress of the Son, Fuji raised both eyes, then brushed the Son's hand from his hair.

“Don't give me a soft touch like this!” adamantly Fuji does not want to make himself misunderstand the tender treatment of the Son to him.

“I'm sorry for not being able to return your feelings. I put it this way because I only think of you as a sister, nothing more,” said Putra explained about his feelings.

Fuji clenched his hands together, his chest feeling tight hearing the honesty of the Son. A feeling never changed before. Fuji is only his sister.

Fuji repeatedly took a deep breath to calm his mind and heart. After feeling quite calm, Fuji gave his final smile to Son.

“That's why you've considered me a sister. Thank you also always give me more affection when you are in the village. Because I don't have much time, I go home. If you have time to come next month in the first week of my wedding, then come with the widow,” saying goodbye Fuji, say goodbye, do not forget to invite Putra to come to the wedding will be held next month.

“Yes, you carefully return to the Village. Because someone who is going to get married said his blood is sweet,” said Putra punctuated with jokes so that Fuji is not too sad.

“Iya,” murmured Fuji nodded, Fuji also gave a farewell kiss next to the cheek of the Son. “I go first,” Fuji added after giving a kiss on the cheek of the Son.

“Be careful,” says Putra waves his hand.

Fuji's car is driving slowly moving out of the Men's yard.

Inside the car continued to go, Fuji's eyes still focused on staring at the glass to the right of his car, staring at the reflection of the Son still standing on the porch of the house.

“Hiks, hiks! If you knew how much I love you. My arrival actually wanted to hear a restraint so that I wouldn't marry anyone else. In fact, I was the one who was surprised by your honesty, Son. From now on I have to let you go, let you live happily by your own choice,” mumbled Fuji softly, accompanied by tears dripping down his cheeks. The misty look filled with tears was still focused on looking straight at the silent highway that night.

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On the other side.

The son turns to Imelda's house, seeing Imelda's room lights go out, the Son chooses to go inside the house, deciding to explain the mess made by Fuji tomorrow morning.

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Next morning.

Tok!

The son knocked on the door of the house Imelda. 5 minutes waiting for the door to open, Imelda stood still in her sleeping pajamas, both eyes were swollen up crying all night.

‘Seeing both of Imelda's puffy eyes made me suddenly anxious. It turns out like this it feels to have a lover, there is a sweet sour taste, and pingin devours…,’ the murmur in Putra's heart came to a halt as the glare of the eyes began to descend into the two twin mountains section with 2 chery clearly exposed in his innocent eyes.

Without a second thought the Son opened his jacket, and covered the front body of Imelda.

“Are you out not wearing a coconut shell?” ask the son whispering.

“Batok? What do I do for coconut shells?” I asked back in confusion.

“See, it's you. That, chewy objects like balls that loh!” said Putra set his eyes on the chest.

“Oh, did you see it?” chirps Imelda spontaneously turned her back to the Son.

“Of course. Ta-but not much really, just a small object that stands out,” said the shy Son.

“Then I go take a shower first!” pamit Imelda, both of her legs stepped swiftly towards her room on the 2nd floor.

The son breathed a sigh of relief, his hand continued to wipe his chest to neutralize the rhythm of his heart pounding incoherently. Feeling quite calm, Putra decided to go to the kitchen, make breakfast and tea for the two of them before leaving for work.

30 Minutes later.

The son was done cooking, Imelda also finished bathing and sat with the Son in the dining chair. The moment of happiness enveloping his heart was still foggy. The next second of the incident last night made Imelda's heart again misty until the fog filled her chest. Feeling claustrophobic, Imelda finally spilled it before the Son without shame.

“Hiks, hiks, hiks!” imelda's cry lowered her head, both of her hands continued to wipe the tears and snot out at the same time.

“Why you?” ask the surprised son.

The son spontaneously moved to sit next to Imelda, turning the seat of Imelda to face him. The firm hand raised Imelda's chin, until the beautiful face was sobbing.

“Why are you crying?” son asked, his hands rubbing tears on both cheeks smooth and chewy Imelda.

“To-why fate never gives me a favor. I just felt so loved back. God took you and gave you to someone else. Am I born in the world not to feel happiness?” sahut Imelda in between his sobbing.

The son did not reply, he pulled Imelda's body down in his arms, letting the face stick in the plane of his chest.

“ANSWER ME! Are you really going to leave me and marry that girl?” tanya Imelda pushed the breastplate of the Son until the hug came off.

“Seeing that I am in your house, it seems that you do not need to hear my answer,” said the Son was calm, his hands still rubbing tears on both cheeks of Imelda.

“Do you reject that matchmaking?” imelda asked, her crying began to break, occasionally just sounding sobbing out of her lips.

“That matchmaking doesn't actually exist. Fuji says it because he thinks that I have a taste for him. Fuji has actually been betrothed to another man, he came here just to say goodbye, and invite us to come to his wedding the first week of next month, ” said Putra explained.

“Is that true?” ask Imelda to make sure.

“Of course. You have to remember, the woman I'm going to marry is you. Not another woman,” said Putra made the pain in the heart disappear.

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