The Beautiful Widow Belongs to the Police
S2 - 25

While Andre was busy petting the fussy Kayla, elsewhere Friska was enjoying the morning air around the city park so cool. The air is still clean, because there are not many motor vehicle activities that operate. He who is accustomed to running in the morning at every wekend, deliberately started the first Saturday there by jogging to the city park even though alone.

Not not wanting to help the older sister who was overwhelmed taking care of Kayla. However, when Friska tried to hold the little boy, her crying even louder, to the end with the expulsion by Andre. "Ah .. You are like a mother who dropped by so Kayla was more and more crying," Andre wrote at the time. Friska chose to leave instead of hearing Kayla's shrill cry.

"Beautiful face cute kayak gini in the same mak dampir, brother base no morality," murmured Friska, so remember the words of the brother before he came out of the house. "Look, people are just stunned by my complete beauty" she murmured again, as some who were also running, watching her with unblinking eyes. In fact, some openly teased him even though Friska did not budge at all.

Friska also enjoys the city park area which is always a free car day place every weekend. Although alone did not discourage Friska's intention to burn calories in his body.

"Alone, Neng!" Suddenly someone dressed in a little urgency approached Friska.

Friska glanced at the source of the voice that was walking beside her. "Yes" he answered briefly.

"If that's your older brother, yes!"

Slowly the man clasped Friska's hand and teased her.

"You don't be so presumptuous!" Spontaneously, with full of emotion Friska released a hand that without permission grasped it. There was something that teased him, but only through sound. No one dared to hold such a thing.

"Don't be fierce, Neng, the beautiful will has worn off!" he said that even more tempting Friska with hands that flirt here and there.

"And don't you dare bother me, if you don't want to end up staying at the hospital and worst stay at the hotel prodeo," Friska threatened, while clasping the hand that touched her.

Hearing Friska's words, the man who had been so gentle turned violent. "What a snob you are? Don't you know who I am?" The man blocked Friska's hand very strongly.

"I don't need to know a bad guy like you who likes to annoy passers-by. Release!" Friska tried to release her hand from the man's grip, but the man's strength was too strong.

Meanwhile, the people walking there no one dared to approach and help Friska. They all refused to deal with the man who was famous as a thug there.

"I greet you very well, but you make me angry. To make me want to play with you even more," he said with an evil grin, waving to some people who stood not far from where they were.

"Without being impolite is called greeting well. Then how about saying impolite greet to his version of him?" friska. 'What dream did I have last night, early in the morning like this has been presented by market thugs like them?' Friska saw the fellow's friends getting closer. 'Come, Fris! Find ideas, make a run from them. No one will help you if not yourself, ' he murmured, realizing that no one cared.

"Sir Police!" friska suddenly shouted which made the man spontaneously let go of his grasp.

Not wanting to waste a chance, Friska quickly ran away from them. "Still afraid of the police, still want to be a thug. Just mending a leak while sticking in your mother's ketek at home there!" friska shouted while running.

"Hey, you!" hardik the man who felt lied to, then chased Friska with his men.

Friska herself continued to run as fast as she could. He who initially only intended to jog instead ran a marathon at full speed because he did not want to be overtaken by the thugs earlier. Not in vain Friska was once the first champion running a marathon, easily the girl was not overtaken them again. However, one thing that is a problem now, Friska does not know what region is in. He has run very far down the highway, even the limit of the free day car has been passed since.

Friska is confused. He stared at the fork in the road in front of him, who knew which way to take? Plus his phone was left at home, making Friska even more confused, until a shout surprised him.

"Please stop the stroller! Hey, whoever's in there, please stop the stroller! My son's in there" shouted someone.

"Oh, my goodness!" Friska was startled by the stroller that walked alone in front of her with the condition of the road slightly down as well as someone who ran while waving and kept shouting asking her to stop the stroller.

"Oh, no!" And even more surprising, when Friska looked behind her a large car was traveling very fast with a distance that was only a few meters away. If the stroller continues to go, it is certain that the train will collide with the car.

Quickly, regardless of the approaching car, Friska ran to the center and pushed the carriage to the edge. A little late, not only the child in the stroller, but Friska will also be hit by a truck that is traveling at high speed.

"Aww.cn ...." Friska took the stroller to the sidewalk, but in a hurry she paid no attention to the sidewalk and road dividers. The girl fell down with a hand that was still trying to keep the child on the train from falling. "Be calm don't cry, you're okay" Friska said, holding the stroller back from speeding away with the body lying on the sidewalk. Because of his sore feet, he could not get up.

"Darling you're okay?" say someone to the child, then take the child from the stroller. Many times he kissed his hero who almost wretched because of his own carelessness. "Darling, forgive papa! Papa is already late," he said while hugging his son tightly.

Meanwhile, Friska was grimacing in pain. His feet are getting very painful. However, he was also relieved that nothing had happened to the boy.

"Sir, is it okay? Thank you for helping my son." The man approached Friska whose face was still blocked by hair.

"My feet hurt," Friska replied grimacingly.

"Fris?" Spontaneous the man called Friska's name, when he felt familiar with the voice of the girl who helped his son.

Friska flicked her hair when she heard the person saying her name and she also memorized the voice and looked up at the voice.

"Sister!" peekkik Friska, as soon as he saw Ryan in front of him. "So, what I'm helping you with is Alvino?" Friska was a little incredulous. "Oh, yes, God. It turns out that the world is very narrow," he said ending with a ringing. His feet are getting sick.

Ryan was no less surprised. It immediately woke Friska up. "Sorry, because your brother is like this. Thanks for helping Al."

"Together, Brother."

"What's sick?" he asked again, seeing the girl before him continue to grimace with tears that began to drip.

"My feet hurt, brother. Seems sprained," replied Friska.

"Then try to see!"

Ryan was about to see Friska's foot, but Friska quickly rejected him. Friska, who was traumatized by another massage, asked the man to drive her home.