The Beautiful Widow Belongs to the Police
S2 - 5

5

A girl riding a motorcycle entered the parking area of a mini market. The long-haired girl with only a doraemon patterned nightgown covered in sweaters, then hurriedly got off the motorbike after parking the vehicle she was carrying. 

"Ah, Twins are still in your stomach it's a pain to see" he grumbled. "Sir Andre also believes the same as that? Where there is a son ngences because the will of his father is not sameness. Usually the one who cravings his mother is not his father." He condemned Andre's behavior that made night-night must go to the minimarket as a form of accountability.

The girl was Friska Fiandra, 21-year-old sister of Andreas Denandra. Friska was forced to go to a mini market to buy chocolates in exchange for Andre's chocolates which had been eaten without the owner's knowledge. 

Friska hurriedly entered the minimarket and went straight to the place where Andre requested the goods. After taking five chocolate bars, Friska then queued at the cashier table with a long queue. 

From where Friska stood, he looked forward and saw people like a train, with not a few groceries. "The most annoying thing is to wait in line. Where the queue is long anyway. Twins you're really doing aunty," Friska blames even unborn babies. 

Not to mention the queuing culture that is still not orderly. Suddenly someone grabbed him and immediately stood in front of the person standing in front of Friska, to the point that the person in front of Friska staggered back from being pushed by the uncivilized person. Fortunately Friska quickly held the frail body, so it did not fall.

"I'm sorry, Neng, Grandma did it by accident" said the old grandmother who accidentally stepped on Friska's foot. 

"It's okay, Grandma. Is Grandma okay?" friska asked, answered the old grandmother's arm. Then, Friska's eyes were fixed on the young woman standing in front of her who was without any guilt instead queuing in front of the Grandma. "Eh, Ma'am, can you read it?" Friska patted the woman on the shoulder while pointing at a board containing the words 'Please queue'. "No, look, please line up! Why maen serobot? Just encourage the grandmothers again, do not have a big heart," said Friska, upset with the actions of women who look beautiful but do not have decency. 

The woman turned towards Friska with a dislike look. "Eh, little boy, what's your business if I'm a robot or not? Don't be so pretentious to advise me, "the sarcophagus is making Friska even more upset. 

If the old granny nearby did not get in the way, Friska was eager to claw her mouth with that flashy red lipstick. 

"Had it been, a sane person would rather give in," Friska murmured to herself which made the grandmother smile because of her words. 

The woman turned her head back towards Friska with a cynical look. He seemed to want to reply to Friska's words, but did not so and returned to face the front. Friska herself chose to talk with the grandmother who brought quite a lot of groceries. 

"There's a massive discount, Neng. That's why the queue is so long," said the Grandma, when Friska asked about people who almost all the same groceries.

After a long time standing with enough queues to make feet tingling, Friska arrived at the cashier's table. He immediately gave his groceries to the cashier for the note. 

"The number is two hundred and twenty-five thousand, Ma'am." The cashier tells you the amount of money Friska needs to pay. 

Friska nodded. But then, she looks panicked. "Where is my wallet?" Friska looked at her hands that were not holding a wallet, then felt her pants pocket and sweater pocket. The item he was looking for was still not there, not even a penny left in his pocket. "Yes, my gosh, did I forget to bring my wallet? How'this? Shame, where the phone also does not carry," Friska wrote to himself. 

"The total number of them is two hundred and twenty-five thousand" said the cashier in a cynical tone, looking at Friska who had not given her the money. "Can you speed up the payment a little bit, Ma'am? Behind still queuing." 

"Sir, all notes are mine." Suddenly the voice of a man cuts off Friska's conversation. The man offered his groceries and told the cashier to count them with Friska's groceries. 

'He?' Friska knew the man's face, though did not know him any further. However, that face was enough to make him hypnotized by the man's good looks. 

"It's yours." The man handed Friska a bag of chocolate after paying her. 

His words resuscitated the girl who was still staring at the handsome man's face. "Eh, thank you," said Friska shyly as she received the pouch. 

"Sama-sama," he replied, as it passed. 

"People today, do not have money are still shopping. Still lucky there are good people who want to pay," said the Cashier cynically to Friska.

Friska glared at the cynical cashier. It was very desirable to answer the spicy words of the Cashier, but there was something more important than that, which was to catch up with the man and thank him properly. 

With her broad strides, Friska caught up with the man wearing the white T-shirt and hat. Arriving outside, Friska circulated her gaze, looking for the figure who had become her hero just now. 

"He where? How fast is it disappearing?" The person he was looking for was not there. Friska's eyes were on two people across the street.  One of them was the man who helped her. "That, she! I'd better get her there." 

Friska crossed the street, approaching the man. However, not yet had time to get close, he heard the voice of the male baritone who was rebuking his interlocutor, making Friska immediately stop his steps. The two men were having a big fight. 

"What is the woman's relationship with Ryan's sister? Why did they get into such a big fight in public?" friska Mummings. She learns that the man who helped her was Ryan, her sister-in-law's ex-husband. However, he did not know the arrogant woman who had made him high blood and was now fighting with Ryan. 

"I'd better wait for their business to be done, just meet him." 

Friska chose to return to the parking lot and wait for the fight of the two to finish while sitting on the bike. However, it was only a moment, Friska again remembered Andre's words that only gave him thirty minutes. 

"What time is it, sir?" friska asked a man who was passing in front of her bike. 

"Nine hours less than ten minutes, Ma'am." 

Friska immediately applauded as soon as she heard the man's answer. It means he's fifteen minutes late. "Just talk to Ryan later. To change the money later I can ask for his mobile number from brother. Now solve the problem first with the dads who are craving." He turned on the motor and went home.

"Just because of a chocolate, my life is complicated like a gini," Friska wrote while riding his motorcycle at high speed.