The Beautiful Widow Belongs to the Police
01

The afternoon breeze whizzed through the cracks of the room's pentillation, making the occupant of the room who had just finished cleaning the body, feel the afternoon cold that was so piercing into his bones. Moreover, plus the rain that had been flushing the earth, making him come home from work in a drenched state.

"Brrr ... it's cold." Andre makes friction in both palms while blowing carbon dioxide, resulting in a slight warm feeling in the hand. "The fate of singles gini. Want to shake the body, rub your own hands!" he continued to rub his own hands and body that had been hiding behind the blanket.

It's raining really hard. The man who lives alone also prefers to stay in the room accompanied by bolsters and thick blankets.

"Today, I had to hug you! But ... Once I have it, don't expect me to keep hugging you!" sarkas Andre while hitting and hugging the bolster that has been his bedmate.

Fortunately, the claw could not speak. If ... he could speak, perhaps the bolster had already cursed the ungrateful master. Only he was faithful to accompany her in solitude.

The tring!

Suddenly a message came into the phone. Reluctantly, Andre took out one hand, picking up the phone lying not far from the pillow.

[Why are the rains so good, Cuy?]

A message from someone who will soon become a father was read by Andre.

[Questions with covert intentions 😤😤]

Ever since I found out, Andre seriously liked Irma. Dimas always bothered the Ginger pursuer. Plus, Irma's attitude as if indifferent to the attention of Andre— makes the elderly bachelor increasingly become the moons of Dimas. In fact, sometimes Dimas sent a photo of himself who was bare-chested with proof of the seal that Naura did to heat up Andre.

Like the message sent Dimas— to reply to Andre's message about the motion of a puff of smoke coming out of the nose— managed to make Andre berated his best friend who had been contagious kongslet like himself.

[KAMVRETO FOUNDATION!!]

'Nyesel I make him gesrek. 2-0 if gini becomes. He has a place to move. Well, I how are you?' Andre scratched his non-itchy head.

[You know when Ginger Mepet in-law? No progress yet? There is no intention to make a child spit, what?] ledek Dimas again.

[Wait for the play date.]

[Go Ginger go ... Ginger go!]

Dimas replied like a ball supporter who was giving support to his champion. Since Naura's pregnancy, Dimas' ignorant soul suddenly appeared. Either, baby-born or what, but judging Andre becomes Dimas' new habit.

[At the time I was officially your sister-in-law. You're finished Dim!😡😡]

And, Dimas only replied with a long tongue sticking out with enlarged eyes next to his best friend.

Andre also has no intention to reply to the message again, which will only make himself more bullied. He prefers to hug tightly again. Her lips showed a smile. Something has penetrated the brain whose arousal level is above average. "G ... Ginger, when can I hold you like this?" The man's eyes brushed with bolsters that had been flanked by both feet, imagining that he was hugging was a beautiful girl labeled 'widow of terror' who lived next door.

Flashbacks when first meeting the girl also crossed the mind that lately was always filled with the name of the girl who had managed to steal his heart.

It was the wedding day of Dimas, his best friend. Andre was present at the wedding as a guest of the groom. Where that day was the first day she met Irma, Naura's older sister, who was labeled Ginger, even though she was still the wife of the person. The first meeting that was able to create an irregular heartbeat as Andre looked at the girl's face.

"Jahe .. oh, Ginger ..." he muttered as he smeared the bolster that had been hugged earlier.