The Beautiful Widow Belongs to the Police
13

After Dimas's departure, Naura returned home. He continued to eat food that had been delayed. The pregnant woman's gaze, never ceasing to stare at the woman across the table, hoping for an explanation. However, Irma was still indifferent, she still busied herself with the contents of the plate before her. Upset by her brother, Naura took crackers in a jar. Then, walking past Irma while biting the crackers rough with a chewing sound that is deliberately hardened near the ears of the brother— disturbing Irma. However, her brother still flinch, further upsetting Naura.

"One brain is shaken, one mouth is a prank." Naura left the dining room.

Irma remained silent, as if she had not heard her sister's words. "In addition to his mouth prank, his ears are also blocked by stone malin kudangnya," continued Naura who was already in the kitchen.

"What are you saying? Remember your husband's words! Don't be so angry!" Ranti who was washing dishes, glanced at her youngest child who still cursed Irma's behavior.

Meanwhile in the dining room, after Naura's departure, Irma stopped her eating activities. The spoon, which was almost to the mouth, lazily lowered it back onto the plate, then moved the plate away. In his eyes, something seemed to have piled up, which he had been able to resist coming out. Until finally, all unstoppable again, a clear liquid decays from the black iris soaking the cheeks of the woman who laps her face on the table.

There was a sudden pain present, a bloodless pain, not even a trace. It was very painful, really painful and very painful to stab into the heart and heart of the woman.

"Why is this sick? Is he who I am?" One hand held his chest that felt tight.

While getting to know Andre this time, the man treated Irma like this. Irma was indifferent to him, and Andre never stopped to approach. The man always had a thousand ways to continue with Irma— and secretly Irma liked Andre's treatment like that. However, perhaps one's patience also has its limits. After their last conversation, Andre turned 180⁰ to the woman.

"I don't like you to be treated like this" he said, exclaiming.

For a long time, Irma hid her face on the table, neutralizing thoughts that began to feel chaotic. Until, there were footsteps approaching him. Irma raised her head. Not wanting his condition to be known by his mother and sister, he immediately cleaned the remaining tears that were still wetting his cheeks. Then, pull back the plate, acting as if it still hasn't finished eating.

"Sister, did you eat it for a long time? Hungry, what's it?" Naura sat down again in the dining chair.

Irma showed off a series of white teeth that were biting the tip of the spoon. "Syirik aja, you! If you are still hungry to eat again, do not hesitate."

"Ish .. Who is shirk?" Naura thunts.

Irma did not respond anymore, she pushed the chair she was wearing back and immediately stood up, ending the stifling breakfast.

"Eh, wait a minute!" naura's circus, when Irma was about to go save her used plate.

"Sister's brother's crying, huh?" naura asked, looking at the eyes and nose of her brother reddened.

"When you get pregnant you know."

"No, so you know but reality. That's your eye!" point Naura to the eyes that already dare not look her in the eyes.

"I flickered," answered Irma, briefly, then left.

However, Naura did not believe it just like that. The curiosity grew even more, seeing the two people closest to him acting strange. The pregnant woman also followed Irma who was cleaning the dirty dishes brought.

"Didn't you want to share your story with me?" ask Naura, then.

Irma caught a glimpse of the face of Naura standing beside her. "What news? There's nothing to tell me" he said, turning the faucet, washing dishes that had been filled with foam.

"About you and Andre. I see you two today are different."

"What's different? Embe and horses?" answer Irma, nyeleneh.

"Take the horse and the embe. Really, really, people!" Naura pursed her lips, finding Irma just kept telling her from the question she had been asking.

"Not different it stands for embe and horse, huh? Where's the fault?" knock Irma again, with the hand that is storing the plate to the shelf.

"Sister fought with Andre, didn't she?" sarcasm Naura, who was already impatient with her brother's attitude.

Irma stopped her activity, then turned her body to face the pregnant woman. "What needs to be disputed? Like a dating guy. We didn't fight," he denied.

"Sister, aren't you afraid that one day Andre will actually leave because of Brother's uncaring attitude like this? I know Brother also put his heart to that rancid cop. Why don't you try a new relationship? Why not try to treat that old wound with a new relationship? He wants to be serious about your relationship. Didn't you see Andre's sacrifice to get you?" naura said without pause, even she was bored. But still, there is no answer. "Ah, boro-boro Andre, I also sprained for a long time. No talent to be a makcomlang, I guess." Naura nagged while leaving. "Mending after Mamah rather than talking about the statue," he continued, turning to Irma, then throwing his face again violently.