The Beautiful Widow Belongs to the Police
15

Heavy rains that hit overnight, making the road conditions slippery and some roads in some areas are still inundated. In fact, many large trees on the roadside were uprooted, making it prone to accidents. Not a few reports that entered the police, notifying traffic accidents that struck motorists from various places. Dimas, Andre and other police officers were busy with community reports due to the rainstorm last night and immediately immediately went to the scene of the crime as ordered.

For most of the day, Dimas was in the field. He and his team managed traffic on the road, the area affected by the flood. Some of them help justify clogged drainage, so that the road can be quickly passed normally and passing vehicles do not strike in the middle of the road.

"A very exhausting day! Last night's rain really messed up my life!" Andre who just got into Dimas' car immediately grumbled while closing the car door rough.

"Behold the car door is out! ***** very much your life," Dimas said, not accepting Andre slamming the car door. "The new door clamp knows the taste," he continued.

"Well bad! Not satisfied to see your friend is tormented by the rain? To the extent that I pray clamp the car door," grumbled Andre, blaming the rain that had made him fall on the stairs and had to go back and forth to help the driver whose vehicle died, stuck in a puddle of water.

"Mistake yourself not careful, so the crucifixion of ladders—"

Not finished Dimas said, suddenly a call came in. The man reached into his phone in his pocket and received the call. Dimas seemed to frown when the call was connected, but several times he nodded in favor of the caller.

"good. I'm going there. It's also going to work" Dimas said, ending the call.

"What's wrong?" asked Andre who accidentally heard Dimas talk with the caller, though vaguely.

"I'm not going home to Mom-in-Law, my wife is at Ana's house. Are you coming home?" dimas said, before driving his car.

"Follow, just."

Without thinking twice, Dimas immediately turned on the car and drove it to the house where the wife was. Though inwardly, the man wondered, why was Naura in Ana's mama's house? Even before leaving for work, the woman had been warning to pick him up to the cake shop that had just opened the wife with Irma.

Arriving in front of Ana's house, Dimas immediately parked the car, then rushed into the house followed by Andre as well.

"Where is my wife, Mah?" dimas asked, after saying hello and kissing his parents' hands.

"Sleeping in the room. Where did you guys end up? You guys brought air pollution here." Ana covered her nose as she felt something unpleasant stab into her nose. Perfumes, the smell of the sun, and sweat mixed into one plus the pollutants that come attached, making the two policemen get scorn from the middle-aged woman. "Clean your bodies! If Ara wakes up, she can throw up after him because of your smell." One hand shook, driving them both away.

"The name is also work in the field, naturally. Let alone the same streets that flood," said Dimas.

"Not much of a reason. Take a shower first! Later, someone wants to talk about it. It matters!" he continued with an emphasis on the word 'important'.

Seeing the serious fashion on the face of the mama, Dimas no longer refuted. He rushed straight up, to the top, to meet his wife in his room. Meanwhile, Andre prefers to drop his buttocks on the sofa while stretching out both hands.

"Ah ... very good," he said, feeling the softness of the sofa where he landed.

"This is the first child, instead of cleaning even stuck on the sofa." Ana hits Andre's shoulder.

"Mistake it yourself, Aunt told me to take a shower and make the pollutants stick on the sofa." Ana did not lose the sewot.

"Everything says it's wrong itself. There's nothing wrong with either, is there? Let there be a meeting" said Andre, almost inaudible.

"Speak what Dre?"

"No, Tan. I don't have a change of clothes, a shower is a lie." Andre endowed with his trademark smile that he deliberately displayed.

"Much Dimas clothes."

"Yes, I'll borrow it after the guy gets off. Now let me feel a little tenderness of the Auntie sofa," Andre murmured as he closed.

However, not long after, a shirt landed on Andre's face. Dimas who had just finished cleaning, threw a change of clothes for Andre. To make the man who was almost asleep gasp. Andre immediately woke up, condemning the actions of his best friend while removing knee-length clothes and pants from the face.

"Bring there!" said Dimas.

"Everything is on the line to disturb my enjoyment for a moment." Andre got up from the sofa, then walked towards the stairs.

"Wait!" Suddenly Dimas stopped his steps.

"Otherwise?" Andre looked over lazily.

"Washed in my niece's room, next to mine. Not in my room!" edict Dimas.

"It's usually also in your room" Andre said as he passed.

"Don't fuck around! In my room was my wife. Shower in my niece's room or go home, shower in your house!"

"Yes .. yes .... I took a shower in the next room. If the matter of the wife of sensi very, besides who is also looking at the stinking child of kencur."

"Even if the child smells kencur, he is guaranteed superior seeds," refuted Dimas again who got a whip from the friend.

"Superior seed, superior seedlings! Here, you want to talk!" Suddenly Dimas' ears pulled the woman behind him, making him complain of pain and Andre who saw the incident laughed in satisfaction.

"Racaine you!" murmured Andre while entering the room.

Hi-hai how are you all, dear reader brother? Sorry again and again my story must be hampered. Understandably, in this condition my body often drops and almost a week I have to rest completely. Hopefully Brother can all understand him, if the condition is fit again insyaallah I keep up. 🤗🤗🤗