The Beautiful Widow Belongs to the Police
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Andre began to feel worried, he had contacted Irma's number dozens of times, but not a single call was received by the woman.

"How's this? Why not pick up the mulu, anyway?" grumbling Andre while going back and forth in front of Friska. The man's feelings, began to calm down. He was afraid of this incident, Irma would even get further away from him. "Lift, Ir! Please lift!"

"Sister, can you not call him not to while pacing? My head that's drunken abis travel, even more puyeng see yourself to and fro in front of the face," said Friska, who even got the shot of Andre. "Yes, whatever you want! I was just hitchhiking on vacation, after all," he continued, when he saw his brother's eyes were ready to swallow him alive.

No more talk from them. Friska prefers silence while enjoying super spicy chips that can slightly reduce her nausea, leaving Andre who is still busy with cell phones. Either still calling the gebetan, or what are you doing? If you get a plot, Friska will choose to be silent and not care. Because if he intervenes, he himself will be affected.

"Ah, he's really sulking! Wait for tomorrow." Andre threw his body onto the sofa.

Seeing the older brother who looked so frustrated, Friska made a little pity. 'Canaan times your fate, brother. There is no truth about love.' Friska approached Andre and tried to calm him down. "Patience, Brother, don't think anything! Who knows, his mother said, he was already sleeping so could not pick up the phone. Positive thinking first! Don't be negative mulu" he added, patting the already very disheveled man's shoulder.

"Yes, right you said, too" sighed Andre, trying to calm his mind.

"I'm always right." Friska showed off the dimples she displayed as she smiled, so sweet. "You?" The girl thrust out the chips that were being held. "His spiciness could be the antidote, if tomorrow he really leaves you," he continued, teasing Andre.

"Based on the bad brother, even the doain who is not!" Andre slapped Friska's hand.

"Sister!" peekkik Friska when he found the chips he was holding spilled into the face.

"Ups! Sorry!" Actually, Andre was just jokingly hitting Friska's hand, not expecting that the super spicy cassava chips would spill on the sister.

"Sister, his revenge is not fun. My eyes are hurting!"

"I'm sorry, not intentionally. It's wrong on its own, brother again dizzy berkanya not funny." Andre said while cleaning the face of the brother.

"My eyes are still burning. Inflatable, Brother!" friska

"Here, try brother!" Andre approached Friska's face, about to blow the eyes of Friska who was still rubbed by her owner because of pain. "Don't be rubbed mulu!"

Then, Andre cupped his sister's face, making the distance between them so very close. Coinciding with that, Naura had just arrived at Andre's house. He who immediately barged in, saw clearly those who were very close, so that pregnant women were increasingly misunderstood. He who is from home has brought emotions, seeing their closeness makes his emotions even more explosive.

Naura who was standing next to the chef fish, unknowingly she grabbed the chef fish container and tapped it, approaching the man who was still blowing Friska's eyes.

"Andre! What the fuck? Are you tired of living, huh?" Naura flushed Andre with water from a chef fish container almost ¾ containers.

"Aww...cold!" peek Andre, surprised suddenly there are people who flirt with him.

"What the hell, this?" Andre cursed to the man who had made it wet, but it did not rain.

"What's? What are you still doing? This what the fuck?" asked Naura pointed towards the two of them no less fiercely.

Found Naura ready to pounce on it, making Andre's guts suddenly shrivel.

"Eh, you're Ra! You misunderstood, Ra." Andre spoke very carefully.

"Sister, are you impregnating people's children? She who? Was he the one you called?" whispered Friska with eyes that did not stop looking at Naura from top to bottom.

"If you talk, don't hang out! She's it—"

"Dimas Sack!"

Not yet Andre explained, suddenly Dimas also arrived inside Andre's house and he was very surprised to see the sofa and the two people in front of him were soaked.

"Why are you wet?" asked Dimas astonished, then his eyes were fixed on the wife who was still carrying an ornamental fish container whose water was little. 'Yes, geez, Ra!'

Friska was so stunned when she saw the arrival of her brother's best friend. Reflexes, he immediately called out to Dimas and ran towards the man, without listening to Andre's reply.

"He's Dimas' wife" replied Andre, but unfortunately the answer was late. Friska had already hugged Dimas, without listening to his words. "New problem again!" murmured Andre while patting the jidat.

Meanwhile, the eagle's eyes were ready to pounce on Andre, now turned towards the husband.

"Sir Dimas, how are you? I miss you so much" said Friska, hugging the man who was sculpting in shock at her behavior.

"Good news, Fris. But, can you let go of your embrace!" Dimas tried to release Friska's embrace, let alone see Naura who had approached her still with a container of ornamental fish. "Don't let the rest of the water in the container flush me too" he continued.

"Do you want me to flirt with you too?" naura's circus with increasingly emotional, maybe if in the comics in her head it had issued horns and black smoke.

"No, Honey. You've misunderstood."

"Darling?" Friska loosened her hug, staring alternately at Dimas and Naura.

"Yes, baby because I'm his wife. So, get away from my husband if you don't want me to stuff this chef fish into your mouth" threatened Naura. He pulled Friska's shirt, making the girl retreat away from Dimas. "If my brother could only crack a two-kilogram chicken egg. If I could break both of your eggs. Just watch out, if you dare to mess with me!" Naura pointed at Dimas and Andre alternately, making the two men who understood Naura's intent instantly swallow her saliva which suddenly felt drag.