The Beautiful Widow Belongs to the Police
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Ranti was still staring at Andre who was hugging, as Irma dropped two kilograms of eggs. Hearing an object fall beside him, Ranti turned her eyes, turned her eyes to the white crackle that a few seconds later switched hands. Now, the friction was not only to switch hands, but had switched places that could be ascertained for sure the contents were divided.

"Yes, my goodness, brother! If you know you want to be dropped, just now will not mamah love the crackle to you," grumbled Ranti, because he was the one who brought the egg.

Not the answer from Irma in the can, but a very surprising door slamming answer to Ranti's nagging. In fact, the sound of the door was heard to the side of the road, surprising two people who were hugging. Andre was surprised not to see Ranti in front of the house.

"Tante, what's wrong?" ask Andre from the side of the road.

"Sorry, Andre boy must be distracted, yes! The door to our house seemed hard to close, so Irma closed it pretty hard." Ranti who was still stunned to see the behavior of her eldest son answered Andre's question while smiling.

'Does this also include the scenarios you've created? But this is outrageous, ' asked Ranti inwardly. He did allow Andre to teach Irma a lesson, but did not involve other women. "Sorry, come in first, yes!" ranti continued later, looking very disappointed in the look of Ranti's old face, although she covered it with a smile that appeared. "Sister, wait!" Ranti calls Irma while entering the house.

"Tan, wait a minute!" Andre is after Ranti.

However, Ranti paid no heed to Andre's yelling, she went straight in and closed the door.

"They must have misunderstood." Andre patted his own eel.

"They're who?" The woman followed Andre into the courtyard of Ranti's house.

"What was just Aunt Ranti, who slammed the door must have been Irma."

"Why did he slam the door? From his voice, it must be the door on the slam with deep energy. One door, it must hurt a lot," added the woman who even worried about the door.

"Surely he misunderstood us."

"Why should I misunderstand? Why not just go straight? Why even throw at the door? It's so weird."

"Be quiet! Your chatter isn't healing." Andre closed the mouth of the woman beside him with another hand knocking on the door. He did not want the two women in the house to misunderstand.

Meanwhile, the woman beside him was trying to let go of the hand that was smothering him. "What are you thinking I'm a prisoner? at the back of everything," he protested, once he got rid of the hand that was blocking his mouth.

"If you don't want to be smothered, shut up. It's also because of you!"

"I don't know anything. I just came anyway, why'd you beat me up?" He did not accept the charges against him.

As they were fighting with their mouths, Ranti suddenly opened the door.

"Shut up!" said Andre without opening his mouth, warning the woman beside him while smiling at Ranti. "Night, Tan!" he said, then to Ranti.

"Night." Ranti looked at Andre and the woman beside the man in turn.

"Night. What's up, huh, Andre boy?" ask Ranti without further ado.

"Tan, there's something I want to explain to Irma. Can I see him?" said Andre.

"Irma is resting. It seemed, today was quite draining Irma's energy, to the point that she went straight to the room and wastirhat."

"But, Tan—" Andre tries to persuade Ranti.

"Tomorrow, yeah! Irma has also rested, Andre should also rest. Not to mention, now that Nak Andre is having a guest, you should take care of Andre first. Auntie come in first, yeah!" With a smile, Ranti closed the door again without waiting for an explanation from Andre.

"Tan, don't shut it down! I also talked to Auntie." Andre knocked again, but no one opened the door.

Andre is forced to return home, without succeeding in explaining what really happened.

"It's not just Irma who misunderstands, Aunt Ranti too. What am I supposed to do?" The man ruffled his hair.

The woman who had been following Andre since, only noticed the frustrated-looking man.

"Am I wrong on vacation, huh?" he asked with a mouth full of food, while his gaze could not be separated from Andre. "It is not greeted with a garland of flowers like a top artist, or rather with a cheerful face. This is mah boro-boro, which there I was treated to a face that was like a shirt not ironing a year," he said to Andre.

"It's also because of you, hugging your brother on the side of the road, making people misunderstand." Andre pointed to the nose of the woman who was talking as his sister.

"Why did you turn Friska on? Brother also did reply to hug Friska, use kiss forehead all. Who's making people misunderstand me, huh?" The woman, who gave her name as Friska, also pointed back at Andre's nose.

"Reflex. Your brother's gonna miss his sister who hasn't met for half a year."

"Yes, it means both of us wrong, don't beat me up. Instead of mistaking people, try calling me gebetan! Who knows who will be appointed, will stay clear who this cute beautiful girl is."

"Brilliant idea. Your brain is watered too!" Without a second thought, Andre grabbed the phone. With a smile, he immediately dialed Irma's number.

"Yes, it is, besides being beautiful and cute, my brain will always be watered down." Friska patted her chest, boasting herself which made her brother tick. "Why?" friska asked a moment later, when she saw the look on her brother's face again tangled.

"Not lifted."

In fact, until Andre repeatedly contacted Irma, none of his calls were connected.

Btw, the brother of the Pinter readers. Goody!!!🥳🥳