The Beautiful Widow Belongs to the Police
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Medical reports obtained when the marriage with Ryan stepped on a year are still held Irma. He read the medical report. The pain was the same as the first time he read it. The report that made it a barrier to her stepping forward. Irma was too afraid, any step that would be taken later, would still make her hurt. Perhaps the difference was, if he were to retreat now, he would feel pain earlier. However, if he took a step forward, he would feel a little happiness, but the pain would definitely hurt a lot more.

"Why did this trial come to me? Why am I not perfect like other women?" the wail is so soft.

"Yes, God! Why is the phone ringing incessantly too? Do you want to make sure I cry?" The phone kept ringing, making it even more frutatory. Lazily, he grabbed the phone. However, when seen the name of the caller has changed its name. "Fuck? What's he calling me? Did Mom talk to him?"

Before receiving his sister's call, Irma tried to neutralize her condition. Not wanting, sounding so sad in his sister's ears that sometimes without being told, the pregnant woman already knows her condition first.

"Ha—" just now Irma will say 'hello', but her speech has been cut by the cry of the cry of the brother who immediately bombarded with a thousand questions— made Irma keep the phone away from the ear.

"So why don't you pick up my phone again? It's boss that you have a chatty sister like me, to the point that every call I make is ignored. How you got this! Did something happen to you again? Mama said you cut yourself in the room? What's the matter again? Did you brother cry? Has anyone hurt you? Here tell me the same, let me teach you a lesson. By the way, brother, don't be soaked yourself! Don't worry people!"

'You are my best brother, always respond whenever I have a problem, even if I never tell you. Sometimes I feel ashamed of being a sister. I should have protected you, but this is the opposite, ' Irma muttered when she heard Naura's rant that was so worried about her condition.

"Speak in a coma, De! Swiftlet. How do I answer? If you keep nyerocos," said Irma as soon as Naura finished talking. "I'm fine. I'm doing fine. Just a little tired so fit to go home immediately rest in the room. Mom is just exaggerating. You don't have to worry" Irma said, as Naura pressed on, asking her how she was.

"Gini, deh, just answer yes or no. So, you don't have to worry about everything at length" suggested Naura from across there who approved Irma.

"Yes." replied Irma interrupted her crying as her sister asked her a question. "Yes" he replied again as Naura asked another question.

"But Brother is crying not because of that. Maybe it's because you're having PMS, so you're more sensitive. You don't have to worry, brother is fine." He was still trying to deny it, even though he had admitted it himself.

"No need to cry anymore! I'll clean it up."

"What do you want, De? Don't do anything weird!" Hearing Naura's words, Irma was worried that her sister would do as strange as she did to Ryan. "De, Big brother is crying not entirely because of that. Anyway, there's nothing to dispute about that. After all, Andre and I have nothing to do, he's free to connect with anyone."

"It's a big deal for me. Because I have supported him approaching you. I think he really loves you. I'm guilty of you, brother! I'm sorry!" Naura sounded so sorry. "So don't worry, I'll finish it." Without Irma having time to refute the words of her sister, the phone had been cut off.

"What's he gonna do? Why is it getting more complicated? My relationship with him hasn't started yet, but it's like a tangled thread." Irma throws her phone hard enough (to the bed), she gets frustrated.