The Beautiful Widow Belongs to the Police
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Motorcycles driven by Irma have split the morning streets that have been crowded by the riders, especially the employees who will enter work. In fact, in some streets he was stuck in traffic because of hundreds of employees who came in and out of the factory.

"The business is leaving at this hour, must have caught the employees." Irma grumbling.

"Don't go through Junction X, there's an assignment." Suddenly Irma heard a rider exclaiming to another rider who was passing by her. Seen his interlocutor gave a thumbs up while thanking him.

Irma who is still stuck in traffic, accidentally listened to the conversation of the rider who kept telling his friends who had just exited the factory. Until, the woman pulled the corners of her lips when she crossed a thought beyond reason.

After the bottleneck unraveled, Irma immediately continued her journey. He can't wait to finish his job, shop for shop needs, then run the idea that comes to his head. Although somewhat strange and not his personality, but the indifference he got made the woman out of natural limits. Could this be called falling in love? But Irma still denied it, even though a small heart reproduces.

Arriving at the traditional market, with the spirit of '45 Irma immediately shopped all her needs. The woman prefers the traditional market because the goods that are lined there are fairly cheap, in addition, shopping there also helps small traders who increasingly their opset days are declining because of the number of supermarkets and malls that are built.

"Eggs already, flour already, sugar already ...." Irma complains of all materials that have been purchased and matches with her notes. "All have been bought." A smile was engraved when he saw all the items had been bought.

The woman immediately arranged her groceries on the motorbike and a crate of eggs she placed in the back seat, not to forget Irma also kept something in the trunk of the motorbike.

After all, Irma again drove her motorcycle out of the market area. This time, he did not take the path he usually went through. Perhaps, for those who knew Irma's home address, they would think Irma had suddenly become a dazed person. Like the term, when we live in Jakarta want to go to Aceh, we take a plane to Papua first.

The woman continued to ride her motorcycle through a road three times further than the distance she could walk. Until, the journey stopped when someone in uniform asked Irma to pull over first.

"Good morning, Mom! Sorry to interrupt your trip" said a policeman who stopped Irma's motor.

"After, Sir!" irma answered while raising the helmet glass that covered her face.

'Irma!' The policeman who was none other than Andre looked surprised when he saw who he dismissed. 'Where is he going this way?' thought, astonishment.

"Ehm ...." Andre cleared his throat to cover his shock. "Sorry, interrupt your journey. Can you show me the driver's kit first?" he continued, without expression.

'Yes, God. The smile I miss so much!' It was undeniable that Andre was so longed for Irma's smile, even anything related to that one widow, he missed her so much. 'hold, Dre. The responsibility is half way!' He advised himself.

Meanwhile, Irma opened her sling bag, picked up her purse and searched for the letters Andre was asking for, occasionally glancing at the man currently before her.

"SIM same STNK-ku to where, huh? The feeling was never far from the wallet," Irma muttered loudly enough, until Andre could clearly hear her words. Both of those things were not in his wallet. "Lost time, anyway?" He looks so confused. "In a moment, sir, maybe a sprain in the bag." Irma took out the items that were in her bag, hoping that STNK and SIM were stored in the bag.

'It could be a long time if I think gini. How'this? Where may I have the heart, ' grumbled Andre in heart. 'Yes, God. Don't you make my way difficult!'

"How, Ma? Can you show me the SIM and STNK?" ask Andre later.

"Sorry, sir, nothing." Irma said with regret and a face that she deliberately made as eleventh as possible.

'What kind of face is that?' Andre was giving a rough breath. I can't help it, but I have to be a super guy.

"You know where the fault is, Mother?" andre asked, after being able to control himself.

"Sorry, sir, I forgot. Seems to be left behind, but doesn't know where. Again sorry, sir!" irma was full of regrets. "For a week in a friend's cup, I was forgetful as a gini," he continued very slowly, but Andre could still be heard and deliberately to sound the man.

"Then with the weight of your heart we ticket."

'Did he not hear my last words? Why do you talk directly about it? There was not the slightest bit of attention for me, even he seemed to not know me at all.' Irma was inexhaustible with the attitude that Andre had given her. 'Well, too, if it has to be ticketed."

"His SIM and STNK are in the trunk of the motor." Finally, Irma gave up, it seemed like Andre until he got the ticket, the man would still be like that.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Irma, Andre pulled the tip of his lips slightly when he heard Irma's reply. 'You lose again, dear Ma'am! Hurry up and say your love and I'll end the game.'