The Beautiful Widow Belongs to the Police
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"Tuyul? Meaning how?" asked Andre when he heard the last words of the idol, while he himself was still not aware of his condition.

Irma continued walking away from Andre as if she had not heard her question. Until, the woman was in the doorway, she paused for a moment, "just look in the mirror," said Irma, then closed the door and completely left her house.

"Tuyul? Look in the mirror? What does that woman mean?" ask Andre to himself after Irma's departure. "Basic freak!"

"Hhhh ...." He smelled the aroma of the medicine he held, then distanced the glass he held back. "It doesn't smell very good. But, should I throw it away? Aunt Ranti has made a cape-cape, time did you tell me to eat the same sink? Could be the title of prospective ungodly ghost." Andre was still staring at the glass in the hand that he deliberately kept away from his sense of smell. "Bring it to the room only," he continued.

Andre sauntered into the room carrying a glass of herbal medicine that had not been tasted at all. Once in the room, he immediately kept the glass on the nightstand. "Eh, why are clothes scattered here?" The man stared strangely at the clothes strewn on the floor. Whistling, he picked up the clothes and put them in a dirty basket. "Before long ... Is not this a dress should be tacked on the body? Why on the floor?" Andre noticed the clothes he was still holding and prepared to land in the basket.

His black iris was still staring intensely at the clothes in hand, his memory was slightly opened, then he looked down, his gaze turned to the body that was not wearing clothes. "Oh, yeah, geez! It's worth Irma calling me tuyul," cried Andre, realizing his condition is not worth seeing by the opposite sex or same sex. "Can anchor my reputation," his grunts while throwing rough clothes into the basket.

Not wanting his woman to think of the mess, Andre immediately took the clothes in the closet and hurriedly put them on to immediately meet Irma. "Damn it! Why did I forget that I went to the bathroom wearing nothing? Habits that must be changed immediately." Andre continued to deny his carelessness which had become his habit. Yes, because every time he would throw away, Andre must have taken off all his clothes—and still fortunately was still using underware. Can you imagine what the shame of an Andre, if the clothes that one also detached from his body?.

Before leaving he gulped down the herbs stored on the nightstand. The bitter taste and strange smell of herbs with a little sweet taste, no longer ignored Andre. He drank it in one gulp, then brought the used glass of herbal medicine to the introduction of the herbal medicine.

"What does Irma have in mind about me?" murmured Andre who was standing in front of the door of the house painted pink. He impatiently knocked on the door.

Meanwhile, inside the house, Irma who came home from Andre immediately joined the mama watching television, seemed to be smiling herself. Not because of the show he watched, because the show on television was airing a soap opera melow the maker of the audience cry bombay. In fact, Ranti had already finished half a packet of tissue.

"For the responsibility why even advertising?" gerutu Ranti's. "Sinetron was sad, why even smile at himself?" ask Irma, while wiping the tears that continue to flow so that the fluid from the nose also flows.

"What's orange? This mamah throw away let's not be dirty. Some of you are strange, the film makes you feel even as comfortable as a sambet person. Hayoh, what's up?" Ranti said full search.

There's a handsome tuyul. It was very desirable for the woman to answer like that, but she might dare to open such a voice. "What-what-why. Just want, while there is no law that prohibits smiling," he replied with a series of teeth deliberately displayed.

"There must be something." Ranti doesn't believe it. "Hayoh, what's wrong?" ask again.

Irma did not have time to answer, heard the door on tap, making the woman immediately switch the topic of conversation.

"There's a guest, Mah!"

"Open, sana! Duties, the film has started again," said Ranti who has started to focus on the television screen again.

Instead of extending her own smile reasons, Irma prefers to follow Ranti's orders. "Yes, wait a minute!" shouted Irma, then moved on and immediately went ahead.

"Ish, no patience, anyway!" irma grumbled when she heard the door being knocked by the guest. "In a moment" he shouted as he opened the door.

"Hi!" said Andre with a smile that appeared as soon as the door opened wide.

"Ha .. hi!" Seeing Andre in front of him even made Irma nervous. Not anything, the article that Irma had in mind was not Andre who was in front of her, but Andre who was in tuyul style. 'My brain is starting to go wrong.' Irma moved her head, expelling the ngawur thoughts that filled her head.