The Beautiful Widow Belongs to the Police
S2 - 12

12

One car turned and stopped in front of a cake shop, then a man in a police uniform came out from behind the wheel. 

"Fris, come down, right?" Andre tapped on the left car window, when his sister did not come down. 

Friska, who was still in the car and busy with her phone, did not realize that Andre had gone down and was outside. He immediately lowered the car glass. 

"Since when have you been outside, brother?" chirps Friska. "Eh, we're at Irma's store, okay?" Friska also just realized that they had reached her sister-in-law's store when she saw the name of the store that was printed very large in front of the building in front of her. 

"Makanya maen hp mulu, until it is not aware that we have arrived," said Andre who only answered a series of teeth deliberately exhibited by Friska. "Come down, won't you?" reset Andre. 

"Just pick up Irma, right?" asked Irma and answered nodding by her sister. "I'll just wait, then" he continued. 

Finally, Andre walks into the store alone, while Friska prefers to wait in the car while surfing on social media. Until, he also remembered the one number he stole from Andre's phone this morning. Quickly, Friska immediately exited the social media account she was browsing, then looked for a contact she named 'Guardian Angel'. 

"Gue try to contact him now. Who knows if it's lifted," murmured Friska while dialing the number. 

A smile continued to appear on Friska's face as soon as she heard the tone of the connected call. However, just as the tone of the call was completed, Friska's call no one received it. 

"Is he busy? It's office hours." Friska spoke for herself. 

But it's not Friska if she just gives up. He called the number again several times, but the result was still the same—the call ended with the voice of the operator who said 'the call will be diverted', the owner of the number did not receive the call. 

"Yes, I sent a message." Friska also sent a pleasant message along with a long thank you note on the number. "Sister is also a long time ago, he said pick up doang!" his gerrick. 

When she saw the door of the store that was still closed, without anyone coming out of it, Friska chose to go down and follow her brother into the store. 

"Your sister's been a long time! She said mo's coming home, come on!" friska shouted while pushing the glass door. 

"He who? Why look so familiar with Ryan's sister and her son." He who was pushing the door was shocked by what he saw in the shop. A portrait like a happy family Friska was watching. "Just let my call go unanswered" he murmured. 

 'Oh my! What kind of feeling is this?' rutuk Friska in the heart, when he felt something piercing one corner of his heart. 

"Yes, geez. Fris! You think your sister's shop is in the middle of the woods? Sampe shouted that shrill scream, making the eardrum want to break," Andre grumbled so disturbed by the cry of Friska.

"Udah, don't debate mullu!" Irma became the mediator of the two, if continued to be left the edges will definitely argue again. "Sister hasn't finished the bookkeeping, so your sister's waiting for you first." Irma tried to explain and only answered Friska's nod.

Friska then took a chair and sat in front of the cashier table, occasionally glancing towards Ryan who was with Dewi and Alvino who were in the woman's lap. 

"Sir, who are they?" The silly question suddenly came out of Friska's mouth with a hand that was already pointing towards the three people. 

"That's Mas Ryan. Didn't you introduce him? Time forgot. The little one was his son and another Goddess," said Irma. 

'I mean that they have a relationship what?' It was very desirable for him to ask like that, but he undone it as they walked towards him. 

"Sorry the shop owner is closing! So if you are going to continue dating please look elsewhere," chirped Andre who saw the wife is finished, and managed to make Friska flabbergasted. 

'A date? Are they lovers?' 

Meanwhile, the Goddess who also heard Andre's words immediately met red. Ryan himself only served Andre with a smile. 

"We also go home, Mr. Police," Ryan said. "I just paid for my mother's order, thankfully given for free," he said who had carried a box of wet cakes ordered by the mother, which had been prepared by the Goddess and answered by Andre. "Eh, Friska, huh?" While giving some money to Andre, Ryan also greeted Friska who since Ryan walked towards the cashier, the girl did not take her eyes off. 

"Yes, sister," replied Friska slightly lowered her head with an awkward smile adorning her face. "A—" Friska then looked up and wanted to talk about the incident last night. However, his words choked when he saw the fussy and crying Alvino. 

Ryan seemed busy calming Alvino, after paying for the cake he ordered he was alone and followed by the Goddess as well. Ryan was completely unaware that Friska was going to talk to him. 

Friska could only stare at their departure with a feeling that was hard to decipher. He cursed himself who always liked people at first sight with an ending that was always like that. 

Until they reached the house the scene just now continued to cross his head and disturb his mind. Plus, Irma's remarks while in the car were clear that her brother-in-law seemed to support the relationship of the two people. 

"They fit, yeah, Ba! I'm sure after this, Alvino will definitely have a good mother" Irma said in the car approved by Andre. 

"Ah, is this anything? Will my love wither again before it grows?" Friska who was lying on the bed immediately covered her face with a pillow, recalling her love for always clapping one hand. 

"No, this time I won't give up. I can still fight to get her love. Moreover, said Brother Andre they were betrothed, not necessarily they fit," muttered Friska who accidentally heard the conversation between Irma and Andre about the match between Ryan and Dewi. "Who knows after being close to me, Brother Ryan also has the same taste of me, and the match was void" he continued with lips that formed the arch of a smile.

"Remember Fris, before the yellow janur curved him it still belongs together. And if even the janur has curved we iron it, let it be straight again!" Friska encouraged herself.