The Beautiful Widow Belongs to the Police
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The kiss on Irma's forehead became the ultimate togetherness of the couple on the same date as the date when Andre said kabul ijab. After Irma kissed Andre's hand and said hello, Andre said goodbye to go carry out his obligations to the country.

"Don't forget tonight!" order Andre before leaving who was a big smile by his wife.

After Andre's car was not seen again, Irma also rushed to go with Ranti who had just come out when Andre was away.

"Your husband has left?" asked Ranti to approach the child who was turning on the motor.

"Udah, Mah."

Ranti looks nodding, then gets on the motorcycle. The mother and son followed Andre's departure, penetrating the morning streets, mingling with other riders to go to the store.

Yes, despite being married, Andre does not restrain Irma from continuing to stay at home to be an absolute housewife. The man happily allowed Irma to keep running the store with her mother and sister, after all, their store was only open until the afternoon, so as not to interfere with their togetherness as husband and wife. In addition, a busyness can divert Irma's mind which is sometimes still plagued with fear.

After arriving at the store, Irma immediately entered the kitchen and struggled there. Check all materials and create a list of flooded orders online. Over time, the store that he started with Ranti and Naura from zero was increasingly crowded by bookers, so Irma had to add two more workers to ease their work.

"Nih, Brother, sister's court." Naura who just came directly thrust Irma's order.

"Well, nyampe?" Irma grabbed the paperbag in Naura's hand.

"Udah. And because of the package Brother, I ampe arguing with Papol," said Naura with pursed lips.

"Kok, can?"

"Can he take the package. Ampe the middle of the mallem he mumbumel not clear like another person coming the moon. Pas, I asked him nicely, he said 'wait for me to use the contents of the package'." Naura explains the incident last night when her husband sulked over the contents of a package sent to the house on behalf of Naura.

"Don't tell me you're wearing it first?" Irma squinted one eye, looking at the sister who was still imagining the incident last night with Dimas.

"Yes, don't!" said Naura while elbowing Irma's arm. "But, because of that I have to retire seven more with the color mejikuhibiniu. It would, right, be broke!" Naura's lips became even more pursed given how much money she had transferred to buy the cobwebs.

"Your suffering!" Irma poked her tongue out at the sister, softened, who was spurned by Naura.

The rolling time feels very fast, it does not feel the day has begun to afternoon, even the asar has been heard since half an hour ago echoing in the mosques. Irma and Naura who like to close the store no more than four o'clock looked to have cleaned up the store, then went home each.

Irma stood in front of the mirror, staring at the goals of her who was wearing clothes lacking materials, but the price was exorbitant.

"What's so good about this shirt? Until Dimas asks Ara to buy seven at a time?" Irma who just finished bathing immediately tried the clothes of recommendation from Naura which according to the woman could be a terwow gift that Irma gave to Andre. "What doesn't look like jal*ng?" asked Irma to herself, for the rest of her life she had only been wearing such clothes for the first time. In fact, during his marriage with Ryan he never bought the item. "Or, ah! Mending I'll make dinner." A moment later, Irma changed out of the material, then went to the kitchen to prepare everything to make the event tonight more special.

Irma returned to the kitchen she had used to make some food for a romantic dinner with her husband. Seeing a clock that was more than magrib, he immediately arranged dinner at the table with a decorated cake and filled with candles available on the table.

"Finished, just wait for my husband to come home," Irma muttered with a fluffy smile, seeing her surprise preparations go perfectly. Then he walked into the living room, choosing to wait for Andre with the soap opera dramas on the glass screen.

Fifteen minutes passed, half an hour passed and an hour passed. Many times, Irma looked at the wall clock, but there was no sign that her husband was coming home. The smile that had since expanded, impatiently welcoming the return of the husband, slowly disappeared. Replace the worry that starts to break. Unlike usual Andre came home more than magrib time, even after the issue, unless there is an impromptu event and that was usually Andre will give news first. However, this time not a single message went to Irma's phone, except for a 05:00 message saying the man was already on his way home. In fact, several times Irma tried to contact her call was not connected.

"Where are you going, Mom? Why haven't you come home?" Irma bit her finger, while staring at the phone whose calls were always routed to the operator.

The feeling of a woman who is beautiful with a red dress she wears is even more careless. He walked back and forth while trying to contact Andre again, but the result was still the same. Until it comes to a name that may know the whereabouts of her husband, who else if not Dimas. Irma then looked for the name of the sister-in-law in contact, then contacted him. Luckily, there is no need to wait for long Irma calls directly connected.

"Dim, where is Andre?" asked Irma to the point, so her call was received Dimas.

"Don't he go home, brother?" There was a voice of Dimas across the street that looked confused.

"No. He hasn't come home yet, neither is his number. Do you know where he's going?"

"Looks like he said he went straight home, he didn't say anything anymore."

Irma let out a rough breath. There was no answer from Dimas that made Irma satisfied, which made her even more worried.

"Yes, God. Where are you going, Mas?" irma was very shrewd.

The fear and worry further gnawed at Irma. He who is now in the dining room, can only be seen staring at the food that has been cold, then switch to look at the clock that continues to spin—hope when the seconds change the husband was already in front of him with a state of fine.

Meanwhile, in a hospital, Andre is in a delivery room. Andre stood beside the bed containing a woman who had just given birth, even the red baby looked so calm in his carrier.

"Please put his son together, sir!" the nun orders the baby to be given to Andre.