The Beautiful Widow Belongs to the Police
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Andre drives along with Irma who also just came home from the store. Both turned to their home pages. Irma accidentally entered the house, she waited for the man to get out of the car and was about to greet him.
"New pu—" He greeted the man who was blocked by the half-meter fence, but the voice immediately weakened, not even making a sound again when he saw Andre directly enter the house without greeting him. Not even looking at Irma.
Irma's heart suddenly felt linu found Andre who used to never get tired of greeting him, but now let alone say hello looking at the woman was not. The curvature of a forced smile, was displayed on his face as he stared at the back of the man who started to move away and then disappeared behind the door.
"Maybe you're tired. And, that's better for us." A speck of water seeped from the end of the eye which he immediately wiped with his index finger.
Irma also chose to go into the house, removing all the flavors that began to grow. Not since when? The woman, then went to the bathroom, flushed all over her body with water so cold that it was mixed with molten salt water that was still seeping out of both eyes.
"There should be no tears. You have no right to cry, he deserves happiness. If you accept her love, you'll only make her very, very hurt. Until finally, you really entered into the abyss of such a deep realization. Come on, Ir, don't be selfish! He deserves to be happy. In fact, your status alone would definitely be a burden to him. Especially if he knows it."
Under a shower of cold water, Irma bit the tip of her own lips, feeling a chest gnawing pain. Millions of times he rejects his feelings, but the heart still cannot be lied to.
After cleansing the body and shedding his heart, Irma approached Ranti who was in the kitchen.
"What's wrong, Mah?" tanyakanya.
"Make herbs for Andre. This morning's incident must have made his body ache. Is he home yet?" Ranti.
"Here, he went home with Dimas' car. It just so happened to be the same with me."
"If by any chance, mumpung jamu still your angel anterin, gih, to Andre's house!" pinta Ranti, while pouring herbal medicine into a glass.
"Me?" irma asked, pointing at her own nose.
"Yes, you. Who else is it?"
"Mama still has a lot of work. Sana, give it to andre!" Ranti gave a coaster with a glass of herbs on it to Irma.
Irma let out a rough breath. Arguing with his mother is not good. Before getting this and that talk, the woman preferred to carry out Ranti's orders. He went to the house next door with a glass of herbs in hand.
The woman dressed in a knee-length pink dress had arrived at the door of her next door neighbor. He stood there long enough, staring at the tightly closed door, with no intention of knocking on it.
"Huhhh!" Irma exhaled again, rude. He coordinates the beat in the chest that can not be compromised.
Despite his hesitation, he finally knocked on the door slowly. However, there is no answer. Irma knocked him again, a little louder, but still there was no answer.
"Assynnya!" irma shouted after knocking on the door three times loudly.
But still, there is nothing inside. Given Andre's poor condition due to being hit by a ladder, Irma was troubled by concerns for the man.
"Mas, are you inside? Are you all right? This is a deposit from Mamah!" shout Irma.
Still no answer. "Did something happen to him?" Worry dominates his mind.
Irma was getting louder knocking on the door and trying to play the doorknob. "Eh, not locked," he muttered, as he saw the door open as he turned the doorknob.
Without a second thought, Irma walked in, looking for a man who worried her.
"Mas! It's Andre!" call out to him, with eyes constantly scanning in all directions, looking for the whereabouts of the person whose name he kept calling.
Until a shocking appearance Irma, made the woman scream hysterically and immediately turned around. "Aaaa ..." cried Irma.