The Beautiful Widow Belongs to the Police
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A glass of coffee accompanied Andre who was releasing his fatigue, after carrying out the task he was carrying. Smile still continues to be engraved on Andre's lips, he never thought Irma could do such a ridiculous thing, to get attention from him. The adorable face of the heart continues to glorify.
Andre recalled the incident some time ago, when Irma tried to find reasons to meet and talk to him. However, disappointedly the woman had to accept her attitude.
His smile grew wider, when the incident before he left for work flashed back. Andre clearly saw a smile engraved on Irma's lips as she rode a motorcycle and flashed before the woman. Irma's lips were seen muttering, greeting, but arrogantly Andre instead passed Irma without returning the woman's greeting.
Not saying hello does not mean not paying attention to Irma. From the rearview mirror, Andre secretly noticed Irma. He could see clearly, Irma's face that suddenly frowned, even the hand that had previously been used to wave, greeting her, had turned into a clenched fist while punching the air while pouting. Not wanting to pass the momentum, Andre also chose to pull over first, greeting the mothers were shopping for vegetables and of course while watching the Ginger who looked so upset.
"Sir Andre is with Irma, huh?" asked one of the mothers who answered a smile by Andre.
"You broke up, huh?" ask the other mothers. Seeing Andre's closeness with Irma, the neighbors thought they were dating.
"No, Ma. We're fine, just a little sulking" replied Andre, showing off his smile again.
"Don't linger, nanati moves to another heart of danger, you know! Despite being widowed, Irma is no less competitive with ABG girls," teased the mothers again.
"If left with Irma, my son can too, sir! She is no less beautiful and kind than Irma, eleven twelve," said mothers who had previously asked Andre and Irma's relationship.
"If Mr. Police with your son is the police officer, will not be in bed" chanted one of the mothers who made the other mothers laugh.
"Eh, who says will not get a bed, which there is a Police Officer can get a double mattress. My tender son's bulldozing the mattress, sir!" replied the mother again, in other words her son has a super big body.
"Thank you for the offer, ladies. But, unfortunately my heart is already adrift with the woman and pray that hopefully it can be halal quickly," replied Andre who was amused by all the mothers who were there, including the vegetable maker as well.
The highlight, which made Andre continue to shake his head was the moment of the disappearance. It could have crossed the woman's head to pass to the street where she worked that was a distance to the house or to the store very far. In fact, Irma had kept SIM and STNK in the trunk, which Andre believes must be the woman was just looking for an excuse to get her attention.
"Open it yourself. It was helped by a parking attendant." Irma's adorable face with pursed lips came back when she asked Irma to untie the rope that binds one crate of eggs, to take STNK and SIM.
"Install again. Dare to dismantle it must dare to install again," said Irma again who if guessed his frustration to Andre was above average because every time he invited a good talk, he said, Andre remained cold and answered as necessary, as if they did not know each other.
"Thank you for the cooperation," said Andre once finished checking Irma's completeness and finished tying the egg crate.
"Together." Irma answered very tightly. "I really wanted to throw a crate of eggs into his face so that the cold face fade," Irma was very slow while turning the motor.
"There was an air of my face being an omelet impromptu," Andre murmured as he recalled Irma's last words. "The more adorable you are, the more beautiful you are" she continued, twirling the glass filled with coffee with a smile that continued to expand.
"Is there a standup comedy in your coffee, Dre? I saw from earlier you were smiling, laughing at yourself like a resident of RSJ." Dimas who had been watching Andre, approached.
"Damn it, you're likening me to a mental hospital resident!" Andre hit the shoulder of Dimas who was sitting next to him.
"What's the difference? Same with g*la. Perhaps the difference, this one is g*la love the Ginger." Dimas said while squinting one eye, glancing at the man who was sipping coffee.
Andre turned to Dimas when he heard Dimas' words, making the two friends laugh.
"You're right, I've been totally made g*la by him and now I also want him to feel the madness that I'm going through" Andre said in between their laughter.