The Beautiful Widow Belongs to the Police

The Beautiful Widow Belongs to the Police
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Everyone stared at Andre's uncharacteristic departure. No doubt with Irma, his eyes did not blink staring at the man's departure. Dissatisfied, when Andre did not say hello to him, even to just thank him for the ginger milk he had made was not.


"What's up, anyway? There's no way 'was that man's brain shuffled on the stairs?" Naura looked towards her brother who was still looking straight at the door with a wist.


Realizing, Naura noticed herself, Irma then turned her eyes and refocused on the food on the plate. Still as if nothing happened. "Why see me like that?" asked Irma while putting in a spoonful of rice, lazy. "Recycle your food! It's not good to leave food on the plate, later in the devil's meal," he continued.


Naura did not answer. He even more staring at the woman who berpredikat as his biological brother. Meanwhile, Dimas who had already finished the meal on the plate chose to go after Andre.


"Already, noon. I'd better catch up with Andre, too" he said, breaking the gripping silence there. "Titip Ara, yes, Mah! If the naughty jewer only," he continued, who immediately got the plot of the wife.


"Don't worry, Ara must be fine here." Ranti.


Naura, who has resigned from the factory, spends her afternoon at Ranti's house or at Ana's house. Because according to him, in his house is too quiet if there is no Dimas. Plus there are always uninvited guests who always stop by her house, which only makes the mood of pregnant women plummet.


"I'll go to work first. Don't fury! Kasian dedenya dengerin mama ngomel mulu." Dimas rubbed the head of the wife with a smile attached.


"When am I angry?" asked Naura innocently.


Still wondering when he got angry? While Dimas' ears were already hearing Naura's rant. Sometimes, whatever Dimas does is always wrong in the eyes of pregnant women. Not to mention his above normal jealousy, always splashing flames of anger inside Naura's body.


"Never." Dimas' smile was still blotting out.


"You're teasing me, huh? I know I've been mad at you a lot, too." The woman pursed her lips. "I'm angry, because I love you."


'I said no, he did it himself. It's my turn to say yes, he won't accept either.'


Just a few meters Dimas stretched his legs, suddenly the voice of the wife stopped his steps back. "What's wrong?" he asked when Naura asked him to stop, then walked over and followed him to the doorstep.


"Dedenya ask in the sun first," said Naura before Dimas left the house, while wiping the stomach that had been slightly stuck.


Dimas crouched down and happily kissed Naura's stomach, whispering something that Naura herself could not hear. Just a breath and lip movements that felt comatose made the stomach tickle that Naura could feel.


"Whisper what?" naura asked curiously, after Dimas stood up again.


"Secret," said Dimas whispering, then landed a kiss on the lips of his wife—after looking there and felt safe. "I'm leaving!"


Smiles were etched on the lips of the two. Dimas understood the gelagat wife, in addition to the baby made a reason to want to be kissed, he said, actually one kiss was missed when saying goodbye in the dining room—and it was deliberately missed Dimas because of embarrassment by his mother-in-law and brother-in-law.


"Your lives are so high!" sneer someone who was already in Dimas' car and noticed the behavior of the couple.


"Be careful!" Naura waved her hand, then pressed her palm to her lips, giving a distant kiss to Dimas.


Dimas nodded while replying. Then, get into the car where Andre is already inside. Making the man, staring at Andre in astonishment, who he said wanted to go home because there was something left behind and this had even been relaxing in the car. "It looks like you're being sued by the Ginger of dreams" guessed Dimas.


"Just walk! Don't come around much." Andre leaned his head against the head of the seat with his eyes closed, feeling pain all over the body and an unmitigated pain of uncertainty.


Dimas only gnarled. Without any intention of interrupting again, the man also prefers to turn on the car and drive away from his mother-in-law's house.