The Beautiful Widow Belongs to the Police
S2 - 2

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A hand seemed to be fumbling around the place, looking for something that since last night had always been by his side and hugging him lovingly. 

"Ba ... Ba ..." muttered Irma with her eyes still closed, looking for Andre. However, his hands did not feel the presence of the husband. 

Slowly, the woman opened her eyes. Looking around, there was no husband there. Until, a thin smile adorned the face that had begun to look chubby, when he had not seen a wheelchair again at the bedside. 

"You're the best husband. Thank you for understanding me. I promise, I won't let you down. The one yesterday was the most valuable lesson I will never forget" Irma muttered. "Healthy in there, yes, dear," he continued, stroking the stomach that had begun to grow. "But where's your Baba, huh, honey?" 

"Ba!" Irma got out of bed and called her husband, but there was no word. He thought Andre was in the bathroom to check into the bathroom, but there was no one. Only a bathtub that has been filled with warm water with the aroma of soothing therapeutic aroma that Irma met in the bathroom. The man had prepared the need to clean the wife perfectly. 

Not finding the husband, Irma went back out of the bathroom to look for the figure that had filled her heart. 

"Mom, are you awake?" greet Andre who was already in the room again, when Irma came out. 

"Where are you from? Lookingforyou?" asked Irma to approach the man, then hugged him and froze in Andre's armpit. 

Irma's strange habit after pregnancy that makes Andre can only shake his head. The morning wake-up ritual is an insult. Every waking up, Irma will smell and breathe the aroma of Andre's armpits and if not done then Irma will experience morning sickness all day. 

"Not going anywhere, just making milk for my beloved wife" replied Andre, showing him a glass of milk. "Drink first, after that we take a shower. I've prepared everything" continued Andre. 

Irma unraveled her embrace, after being satisfied to inhale the aroma of the husband's armpit, then spent the milk that Andre brought. 

"thank you. I love you." Irma landed a kiss on her husband's cheek. 

"I'm not," replied Andre as he picked up an empty glass and kept it on the nightstand. 

Hearing Andre's reply, Irma spontaneously pursed her lips with her face bent. "Cock, no?" 

"Because I love you more" replied Andre with a hand that had carried Irma bridal style and brought the woman into the bathroom. "Since you've kissed my ketek that smells like musk flowers, now let's take a bath!" continued Andre with a wide grin adorning his face. 

Yes, Andre will not dare to clean his body before his wife inhales the satisfied scent of his armpit which Irma thinks is very, very fragrant. Because when that happens, he must be ready to receive the tantrums of the wife who continues to vomit.

***

"Where are the holidays today, Ba?" irma asked as the two were having breakfast. 

"To the heavens of the world, may," replied Andre as he thinly pulled the tip of his lips with his eyebrows rising and falling.

Irma could only pursed her lips, if she was ready to fight, surely Andre would always tease her with everything that leads to a struggle that ends in pleasure. 

"Ba, by the way don't go there mulu napa?" nagging Irma while putting pieces of toast into her mouth and chewing them violently. 

"That's the name not to waste an opportunity. I don't know exactly how many days I have to fast. If it was like yesterday almost a full month again how? You can just spit on me, dong." 

Andre still remembered how tormenting he was to resist the desire that wanted to be channeled immediately, but the wife did not want to be touched at all. Even worse when it was halfway through, Irma suddenly did not want to continue it again. During her pregnancy Irma never asked for strange cravings like Naura, which sometimes demand beyond reason. However, Irma's nature is rapidly changing. It is like a wind that is difficult to guess, especially about the affairs of the hormone s*qualityya, not infrequently make Andre must end up in the bathroom. 

"I'm coming. I miss Arka's gemoy." 

Hearing about going to Bara's house, Irma was immediately enthusiastic. Since that incident, Andre and Bara have been in close contact with Bara. The two are friends, and so are their wives. Irma has been locked up at home for the past month and misses the baby so much that her husband is filled with scratches as the baby is about to be born into the world. An adorable baby who is now Kayla's playmate. 

"Follow me where maybe I stay Bubu alone at home, there you are stubborn again," said Andre. 

"Ish .. does not believe in his own wife. I'm a submissive wife, you know!" 

Andre smiled faintly, and their breakfast was accompanied by their casual chats. Until the doorbell sounded a few sounds. 

"Who's been seeing you in the morning?" rutuk Andre while putting the bread he held onto the plate. 

"Let me open first, Ba." 

Irma immediately got up from the chair, but was immediately prevented by Andre. The man went ahead and opened the door. 

"You!" Andre was stunned to see who was coming and his mind instantly floated out of nowhere. 'Is it not a year that he will be living in Paris? Why is it suddenly at the door?'

"Yes, it's me. Can I come in? I've been standing here long enough and thank you for making my legs ache," replied the person casually, without regard for Andre's face which looked shocked at his presence. 

Instead of letting his guests in, Andre shut the door and locked it. He rushed back to the dining room while making unclear comments. 

"Who, Ba?" 

"Credit pans," replied Andre, briefly  

"Whether the pans credit maker early in the morning to here? We'll never take the pot from them?" 

"Eitherway. " Andre put both his shoulders together. "Perhaps nyari Bi Sri, usually he's the same credit item is always the front," replied Andre again, origin, then continue the breakfast again. 

Irma also only ooh ria and believe in the words of the husband. However, just as Andre was chewing his food, the bell rang again. In fact, this time the bell is pressed many times until the sound feels very disturbing. 

"Ah, fuck!" as Andre, slowly. 

"The creditors haven't left yet, Ba?" ask Irma. "Let me talk to him. Baba must have forgotten to tell him that Bi Sri's Sunday is off." 

Irma moved from her seat to meet a person called Andre the pot credit maker. However, just a few steps, Andre again prevented it and walked ahead of Irma. 

"Let Baba alone. Bubu just continue the breakfast again," said Andre, half running towards the door. 

"Squeaky. Who is actually in front? Is it the pot credit guy? Why is Baba like the one who fires a beard?" Questions arise in Irma's mind, seeing Andre's behavior that looks strange after opening the door earlier.