The Beautiful Widow Belongs to the Police
25

Time keeps rolling, the day has changed with the change of day and night. As every day changes, so does Andre, the more his attitude to Irma becomes more indifferent and impressed so cold.

"Now he's getting away." Irma's hope is not in reality, she hopes Andre's change does not affect her. However, everything turned upside down, his heart ached as the man grew more and more distant.

The day after the stairs, Irma was still thinking positively, maybe her next door neighbor was having problems at work to impact on people around her. The next day, Andre's attitude change was more striking because only Irma was being unfriendly. Making the woman start to be able to conclude, if the man who always flattered her had tired of all the effort and chose to give up.

"I should be happy, seeing him give up. At least, one day he can get a better woman." Not feeling a clear circle dripping from both corners of his eyes that were staring at the departure of a motorbike that had just passed in front of him—without greeting or at least hiding the horn.

"Isn't this what you want?" murmured Irma again with her hands still carrying vegetables that she had just bought from a traveling vegetable maker. "But why am I the only one not getting swept? While the mothers he greeted so kindly?" Irma stared in envy at the mothers who were still crowding the vegetable several meters from where Irma was standing. They greeted Andre so kindly while stopping for a moment the bike, even the smile that Irma missed so much, Andre showed them.

"It's not fair. Even though we're not dating, should you ignore me like this? Can't we be friends." Irma pushed her legs hard, then turned around leaving Andre who was still talking to the complex mothers.

With a thousand steps, the woman entered the courtyard of the house. His heart is very covetous to get super cold treatment from Andre, plus unstable hormone conditions because monthly guests make him more urgency.

"Why are you, brother?" ranti asked, seeing the child storing groceries violently. "So, the egg broke, brother!" he continued, considering that he asked the child to buy eggs.

"Eh, forgot!"

Aware of what he just bought, Irma immediately opened the half-throwed grocery crackle, making sure the order did not break.

"Yes .. well ..." he murmured, finding something was wrong with the egg crackle. "Ah, because of her, my eggs are all broken." Irma said very slowly, blaming Andre who had made his mood in the morning plummeted.

"Where are the eggs?" Ranti approached Irma who was removing all the groceries.

With a series of teeth that are deliberately displayed, trying to smile as sweet as possible, hoping Ranti will melt with a smile that Andre said that his smile is very sweet and is the sweetest smile in the world. 'Shitt .. why even remember his words, ' Irma wrote in her heart. He also pulled out a crackle containing half a kilogram of broken eggs. "Here's the egg, Mah!" Irma thrust the crackle with a smile that still adorns her face.

"SILLY!!!" pekik Ranti saw the eggshell and the contents were not fully shaped.

"Sorry, Mah! Brother unintentionally," said Irma, as she said. "Later, Brother change ten times, while shopping for store needs. Don't be angry, yeah!" He tried to seduce the mamah whose nose was already blooming, resisting irritation.

Ranti took a strong breath, then took it out violently and did so many times, expelling annoyance to the eldest child. He was completely inexhaustible with the behavior of his son one, which everything was always done neatly, far away with Naura who was notoriously careless. However, these few days his son was so careless, not just the egg he had broken. Plates and glasses are also victims of Irma, because washing while daydreaming the two items must be willing to be scattered.

"New eggs are the same plate and glass," Irma replied as she cleaned the eggs, separating the shells.

"New??" Ranti narrowed her eyes, glancing at the child. "Is there an intention to break something else?" ask Ranti.

"Mamah is very much the same brother. Brother accidentally, Mah." Irma pursed her lips, hearing Ranti's words.

Ranti pulls Irma's hand which is still busy separating the eggshell, then sits the child in the dining chair.

"Well, I'm cleaning eggs, why would I sit here?" Irma stood up to go back to the kitchen.

With the glare of the eyes ready to pounce, Ranti pressed Irma's shoulder, asking the woman to sit back down. Forced, Irma also complied.

'Prepared for the lecture, ' he murmured in his heart.

"Eggs just throw away, already mixed with the shell that is definitely still dirty. No need to be separated everything," said Ranti, while sitting in a chair next to Irma.

"Good."

"You're not a reckless man, Ir. If Ara is doing all that, mamah is ordinary. But, if you suddenly break this and that, mamah so guess that you are having a problem. What exactly are you? What's the problem?" Irma's attitude did not escape Irma's attention.

"What the hell, mah. Maybe because of PMS, so not because I think it's good," said Irma trying to berkilah.

"You think your mom's the kind of kid you can fool? How many times have you been menstruating since the first month? Does every menstrual you like mecahin stuff? No, right?" cecar Ranti again. "What problem is there? The story is equally mamah, who knows we can find a way out together," he continued gently.

"I'm okay, Mah. This is just the effect of the moon. If there's a problem, I'll tell Mamah." Irma put on her smile again, not wanting to make Ranti worry. "I'd better go shopping now, all of you replace the broken eggs. You don't have to think anything. Don't worry, I'm okay." He got up from his seat, not forgetting before leaving he kissed Ranti's cheek.

'How can I not worry, you are too closed. Maybe, if it wasn't for your sister, now you'd still be with that bastard and keep pretending to be a harmonious family. Hope you really don't have a problem.' Ranti said in her heart, staring at the departure of Irma who preferred to leave rather than discuss her personal affairs.