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The Risk of Loving a Husband 1

It was already very late, but Ratih was still stuck on a fairly quiet road. His car broke down because the tire was deflated suddenly, anxious, scared and Panic is what is now Ratih felt, not to mention his son kept calling asking when his mother came home.

Ratih had come from the condition and could not go home immediately because his car was parked behind himself, it is impossible to move some cars lined in front of him, while the owner is not known.

Finally inevitably Ratih had to wait for the event to finish.

Twelve o'clock right, the new event is finished and new Ratih can go home and his apes while in the middle of the car tire flat. Panic and anger mixed into one, in fear and eternal, Ratih could only pray and cry while calling who could be asked for help.

From a distance there are three motorized vehicles approaching him, Ratih has been very panicked, afraid that it is criminals who have evil intentions on him. But it turns out they were security officers who had been met at his friend's event. Two policemen in plain clothes, and one soldier in his service clothes.

"Why the car, ma'am?" ask one of the men who supposedly said he was an Intel.

"The tires are deflated, sir!" sahut Ratih was anxious with a face that already looked pale.

"There's a spare tire, let us help you change." the man spoke and offered to help.

"No sir, so I am confused how to." said Ratih honestly and still with an anxious face.

"Look, it's night. The workshop is also closed. What if you are delivered to the same army sir. The car let me take care of this friend of mine, later we will ask other members to come here, to bring his car to the headquarters to be safe, only tomorrow at the workshop people. Mbak can come to the Sambi police station to take his car." continued the man who said he was one of the leaders of the Sambi police.

"Is this not a hassle?" tanya Ratih hesitated at once not feeling well. And, of course, confused about what to do. She is a widow and already has a daughter, what her neighbors say if anyone knows if the night is driven home by a man. All wrong and confused to make Ratih increasingly pale.

"Didn't believe in us? God willing our intentions are good, fearing that if you stay here, there are bad people who come and harm you. But it all depends, how do you want it?" one of the two policemen spoke. While the man wearing his dinner clothes just silently watched since then. Impressed cold and haughty.

"How is it, instead of me not believing. I was just confused and scared. If I come home late this way and look ushered in a man, it will be the talk of neighbors who do not!" sahut Ratih was confused and said what was the burden on his mind at this time.

"This is an emergency. The important thing is that you don't do anything of the sort. Ignore the neighbors' talk. The main origin of safety" replied the soldier who had been silent now chimed in and made his two friends hold a smile.

"That's excessive. I just want to ensure the safety and security of the people, that's all. That's also if you don't mind." said Pak Pram, the name written on his service shirt. A tall man with a mature brown skin, a sharp nose and narrow eyes. Handsome but impressed cold, because expensive smile and impressed efficient talk.

"Well, I accept your father's offer. Since my son had also called from earlier, he was home alone. Tomorrow I'll come pick up the car in his office, huh?" suhut Ratih in the end.

And was immediately asserted by the three good men before him.

The two police officers take care of Ratih's striking car, and Pram drives Ratih home safely.

"Thank you sir! Sorry if it's a hassle!" Ratih said his gratitude for being delivered to the house safely while clenching both hands.

"Sami sami mbak! Then I'm sorry.

Asalamualaikum!" reply Pram politely and return aboard his matic montor.

"Sir! if for example I want to go to the office tomorrow to take a car how? who should I call?" back Ratih let out his voice before Pram turned his motor back on.

"Save my number, call me tomorrow. Let me take you to the office!" sahut Pram steady and took out his phone then recorded Ratih number and sent a message to Ratih number by typing his name.

"Have you?" tanya Pram stared flatly at the nervous looking Ratih.

"Already sir! Thanks!" sahut Ratih misbehaved.

"Okay, I'm sorry ma'am. Asalamualaikum!" reply Pram politely without a single smile. His flat face always looked cold and haughty.

"Waalaikumsallm, be careful!" sahut Ratih lirih and stared at the departure of the man dressed in service with a pushy look, his handsome face was able to make the heart train in the fog, but had to be broken because of his cold attitude.