The Beautiful Widow Belongs to the Police
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Happiness is enveloping two families of brothers whose relationship is increasingly inseparable. Naura and Irma are compact in everything, including taking care of Kayla. So even with two friends who became their husbands, always compact. Kayla is very lucky to be born in the midst of a family that loves each other and gives her a very abundant love. As Naura promised, Kayla was not only her son and Dimas, but also a child for Irma and Andre. The woman frees Irma in joining Kayla.

Today is exactly forty days of Kayla's birth. Naura House is filled with families who are busy preparing the needs for the event to be held in the house. They will perform the thanksgiving of Kayla's wedding while giving thanks for Naura's recovery.

Irma and Andre are the most enthusiastic people in this event. For them, Kayla is number one. Currently, the husband and wife are in the market to buy all the necessities that are not yet at home. Irma and Andre immediately intervened for all the needs of the event. Goats that will be used for slaughter were the choice of Baba and Bubu. Those who already thought of Kayla as their child would not let Kayla's show go badly.

"Ba, the fruits are not yet" Irma told Andre as they passed by the fruit stall.

"Ready, Mistress." Andre's smile while honoring with one hand was filled with grocery crackles.

Irma also showed her smile seeing the behavior of the husband. "What, anyway? I'm not a flag" he said as he walked up to the fruit stall and was followed by Andre.

"obviously not. If the flag is honoured immediately left alone on the field, if you'll be honoured immediately by being held together," Andre added, ringing while linking the fingers that had been saluted to Irma's fingers.

"Just as you are."

Irma can only shake with the behavior of the husband who is getting more and more clinging to it. In fact, from entering the market until they ended up at the fruit staller Andre never let go of the link. Irma to her own shame because she had to choose groceries with their hands that continue to blend.

"Mas, the Mbaknya will not be said also if released for a while."

"Mas, Ma'am, new hostess, huh?"

"Sir, his hands have glue, huh? The hand of the Masnya keeps sticking." Some traders and buyers chirped at their behavior, but Andre chose not to care.

Andre and Irma buy citrus fruits, watermelons, apples to wash the guests who attend later according to the list they have made. However, once Andre finished paying, Irma bought some more types of fruit.

"Mom, are those fruits for what? Yes, guests want to be given young mango, kedongdong same water guava?" asked Andre while whispering as Irma put the fruits into the container.

"To make rujak bebeg," replied Irma casually while taking the jicama, tubers, and pineapple.

"Mom, we mo hajat akawatan not mo hagat four months, you know."

"Emang who said mo hajat four months. This is for us-we alone, must have been eating rujak bebeg at noon," said Irma while imagining a bebeg rujak that was so refreshing to make her swallow immediately.

Andre is just ria.

After all the necessities had been bought, they returned to Naura's house. Until something makes Irma suddenly ask Andre to stop his car.

"What's wrong?" andre asked, after stepping on the brakes suddenly.

"You want it!" Irma pointed at a wheelbarrow across the street with a pickled inscription on her wagon.

"Here's another wish?" ask Andre, make sure.

Irma nodded slowly.

It's nothing, it's been a week Irma always eating pickled without knowing the time. Not to mention if he found a picket anywhere, he would definitely buy it. Today, he has twice bought sauerkraut with one buy two servings at a time.

"You wait here. I bought it." Andre took off his seatbelt, then got out.

"Two servings, yes!" yelled Irma reminded who answered Andre's nod.

"Sir, the salty two servings are spicy," Andre's message once it reaches the merchant's place.

"Yet again?" The merchant looked towards Andre. Meanwhile, Andre only nodded with a smile. "His wife loves pickles, huh, Mom?" ask her again while making a pickle.

"You could say so, sir. It's been my wife's number one food this week. Wherever and whenever you find a carpenter must immediately ask. If not followed, his lips immediately pined five centi," replied Andre, considering some time ago never grant the request of the wife because it was night and ended with a flatkan. He also actually began to worry about the health of Irma who always ate pickled without rules.

"That's normal, sir. We as husbands have to be alert and alert. Follow it rather than later his son ngences," said the trader who made Andre gawking did not understand.

"I mean, Sir?"

"My wife is cravings, right? Follow it, usually it is made of orok," he added again while thrusting a crackle containing two finished pickled stacks to order.

Andre also gave money to the seller while thanking the contents of the head that still digest the words of the picker, then saying goodbye. However, the man's speech continued to ring in Andre's ears. Could his wife be pregnant? The question kept coming to my head. Irma's attitude this week is very strange. Naura had also expressed that incongruity to him. In fact, Naura asks Andre to take Irma to the gynecologist.

When you remember back time. Indeed, after a bloody memory on that beach, Andre who was already paranoid by that date never met with the incident again. However, Irma always said that sometimes the cycle comes irregular months, making Andre not think very far like Naura and the picket seller.

"Ba, why?" asked Irma as soon as Andre had returned to the car with the contents of his head that traveled.

"Mom, what date is it?" asked Andre while giving a helping hand to Irma.

"date 24. Why?"

"Jumping on the beach like Bubu has never been absent, huh?"

"What agent?" Irma doesn't understand.

"That's .. the hitch means."

Irma nodded, understanding what Andre meant. It is true that since his return from the beach, he has never menstruated again, even now it is more than the usual date the guest came.

"Could it be, if you were—"

"Mas, don't get your hopes up. Don't you know for yourself the chances are very small. Don't hang your hopes up high, later if you get sick." Irma who knew the purpose of Andre's speech immediately cut in. "Telat come month does not mean positive. Many factors affect irregular menstrual cycles, "he explained again.

Then he fell silent, his head lowered. Irma does not want to hope. Deep down, she was expecting a seed to grow in her womb. However, the doctor's verdict made him bury his despair a little and made him not expect more.

"Are you getting bored with our marriage like this?" irma asked without daring to look at her husband.

Andre who heard Irma's words gasped. The woman next to him was indeed very sensitive about that one. Therefore, Andre did not dare to talk about it, but this time his mouth was already itching.

"Darling, that's not what I meant." Andre confirmed the position of his body, then clasped Irma's hand. "I'm happy with our marriage. I just need you, no need for anything else. It's just that I feel .. Don't think about it! Just one thing you need to remember until whenever I'll never be the same. Don't misunderstand me! I love you so much." Andre kissed the hand he was holding. "We'd better get home, people will be waiting!"

Irma just nodded.

"Sorry, it makes you sad." Once again Andre kissed the hand before taking it off and driving the car back.

'But I'm sure something has been present in your stomach. How do I convince him to get checked?'