The Beautiful Widow Belongs to the Police
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After storing the glass, Irma joined Andre and Ranti who were talking. It was heard several times Andre thanked Ranti and repeatedly also Ranti said an apology because Andre had to feel pain due to falling from the stairs. They always look very familiar. The tip of Irma's lips lifted, the biggest smile seeing the familiarity of the two. Ryan, who was once her husband, was never that familiar with her mother.

"The film is over, though tearful but happy ending. Yes, you already want to straighten the waist first in the room," said Ranti when Irma joined them. "Son Andre, just talk to Irma, auntie fall first. A day at the store makes the waist quite sore," he also told Andre.

"Yes, please, Tan!" andre smiled.

After Ranti's departure, no one opened their voices. Only the sound of a television screen could be heard in the room. Sometimes Irma glanced at Andre who pretended to be fussy watching television. Even though the man knew, Irma kept glancing at him, she was all overpowering to resist her urge to say hello first.

"M ... Mas," Finally, Irma broke the silence from them.

Andre smiled, 'you won Ndre.' He looked towards the voice, "Yes. Did Mama call me?"

"Yes, it's just Mas Andre here."

"Yes, too, yeah." Andre replied, then shut up.

There was no more talk from the two, usually Andre who likes to talk here and there, but this time the man turned quiet.

'It's not good to linger here, my mouth is already itching to say this and that.'

"Mother."

"Mas." They open their voices at the same time.

"Mas first," continued Irma, after the two were silent again.

"OKs. I just want to apologize, you saw something you weren't supposed to see. I didn't mean to stain your eyes. Again I'm sorry."

"I should be the one apologizing. I have just entered Mas' house without permission. I thought you were wondering because I called you didn't answer, so I just played in. I'm sorry," said Irma as she lowered her head.

'Is he worried about me? Yes .. yes .. progress! Continue Ndre, until he says love too.'

"It doesn't matter, it's my fault that I'm also in the bathroom with a music listener" replied Andre, expressionless.

"I'm sorry I said you tuyul. That's a reflex, don't go into the heart, yeah!" connect Irma, full of regrets.

"It's okay not to be dizzy. Lagian—"

"What part?" Irma was still waiting for the continuation of Andre's speech, hoping that the man would tease her as usual.

"I was wrong, too" replied Andre. "I'd better go home, there's still work I haven't finished. I'm sorry."

Finally, Andre prefers to go home, rather than having to linger there and everything must fail before it starts.

"Eh, but—"

"I'm home, yes, Ma'am." Andre didn't give Irma a chance to talk.

Irma was forced to nod, giving the man permission to go home. Seeing the man's attitude, not even allowed nor necessarily Andre' will stay.

***

The clink of the sound of the wall clock that kept turning with the passage of time, accompanied Irma in the silence of the night. The woman seemed still struggling with mobile phones and small books and pens held by her— noted the need for the store she managed that had begun to crowded visitors. Until, the short and long needles had pointed exactly at the number twelve, the woman was still awake.

"Done!" muttered Irma, while closing her note.

Writing too long, making his hands and head feel so sore. Irma stretched out her arms and broke her head, relaxing two of her limbs which she asked to write for the shop and wrote something in her diary that took almost two hours.

"Why don't I just do a novel?" he murmured again when cleaning his diary whose blank sheets had been reduced by more than five sheets.

Irma's habit since she was in school, if her feelings are uncertain, she always poured all her heart on books rather than to others. According to him, confiding in the diary is safer, unlike to fellow humans who sometimes can not keep their mouths, even though they have promised to keep each other secret.

The woman in tosca pajamas kept her diary in a drawer. Then, he dropped the body on the mattress and pulled the blanket until it covered his body up to the neck, preparing to go to dreamland.

"Not go to sleep, why keep thinking of him?" Irma opened her eyes again which she had been trying to lend. However, instead of falling asleep, Andre's shadow danced in the eye.

"He's why, huh? All day this strange attitude, like the wind sometimes to the west sometimes to the east. But, why am I sprained when she turns cold?" Irma's face frowned considering Andre who suddenly turned cold. "I'd rather you're gombalin," he said with a big smile, recalling the fleeces that filled his heart with love flowers.

"Yes, my gosh, Ir! What are you thinking? Don't think anything weird." Until finally, the woman shook her own head, when a tuyul again filled the contents of the head. "I saw it by accident, the whole thing went right behind the body too. But why keep on keeping on. It can damage my brain if I think gini," he said as he covered his face with a pillow, hoping that the figure displaying near-perfect posture disappeared.

However, instead of disappearing, the figure even more often appeared. "Ah .. I'd go crazy if I thought this was the way!"