The Beautiful Widow Belongs to the Police
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After walking quite far from a deserted place, Andre pulled back his motorbike near a catfish pecel merchant cart. He who has not eaten since returning home from work, chose to enjoy the food sold by the roadside merchant for their second night event. In addition to meeting Irma— requests the place is not too crowded by visitors.
Andre ordered two meals for her and Irma, then choose a seat under a shade tree that has been decorated by flickering lights and in addition to music that is listened to from active speakers make the dining atmosphere on the side of the road not inferior to the atmosphere of the cafe. He so enjoyed the delicious warm white rice with pecel catfish, tempeh and fried tofu do not forget the raw vegetables and sambal also go into the mouth that is already very hungry.
Likewise with Irma, her energy drained out after crying never stopped from magrib until the sister came, making the stomach rumble to be filled. In fact, he finished the food on the plate without remaining a bit.
"Will I go again?" asked Andre who was still finishing the remaining food on the plate.
"No. Thank you, I'm full." Irma said while cleaning her mouth with a tissue. 'I have no jaim-jaimnya, be shy. He just hasn't finished eating, mine even spit out somewhere.' Irma mumbled to herself in her heart, condemning herself to eating like people don't eat for a week.
Yes, it is true also, this week the woman has no appetite once. Dinner with Andre this time is what makes his appetite back there, even arguably doubled. If only, no shame he had ordered one more portion because the worms are still there who protested not to part of the ration. Until, Irma could only stare while gulping her saliva while Andre was still busy with the last mouthful on the plate.
"Why see me like that?" asked Andre, while cleaning his mouth.
"Who saw you? I was just looking at the flickering lights behind you, wondering if they were not flickering? " Irma was made a laze because she was caught paying attention to the man in front of her, so she looked for unclear reasons.
"I'm getting hot, huh?" asked Andre again, not paying attention to Irma's answer.
"I told you I didn't notice you." Irma kept on giving.
"I know, I'm getting hotter, to the point that my antics pissed you off this week. I'm sorry." Andre grabbed Irma's hand that was on the table, grasping it so tightly. Enough pretense this week because not only Irma is tormented, she is equally tormented by her own actions.
"What's the apology for? You're not wrong."
"I'm wrong to upset you, and to even make you cover your beautiful eyes with sunglasses. I'm sorry." Andre landed a kiss on the hand that was still in his hand. Regret in the heart of the man, he did not think his actions had made his girlfriend shed a lot of tears. "I promise never to let your tears spill again. I made you cry enough. I'm sorry!" Apologies were unceasingly coming out of Andre's mouth.
Irma pulled her hand from Andre's grasp. He was increasingly convinced that Andre did not hear his conversation with Naura in full.
"Why? Don't you want to forgive me? Don't you love me too?" Andre flinched, finding the hand away.
Irma took a deep breath to gather the little courage she had. Before everything was far away, Irma decided to follow the words of her sister, then the decision was in the hands of Andre.
"Indeed for conversation especially? For me your expression of love is enough."
"That's not enough. For what all the words love, if in fact my love can never make you happy. You deserve to be happy with a woman who can make you happy." Irma's heart felt sliced again when she had to express those words again.
"And I'll only be happy with you."
"You said it like that because you don't know everything about me yet."
Andre again grabbed the hands that were already cold with sweat that had come out of each porch. Look at the woman full of love. "I know everything. You don't have to say something that will hurt you because it will hurt me too. I know everything and it won't change how I feel about you. I love you and I will love you anytime. My dream is to age with you, to spend our days together. I don't care about anything else, as long as you're with me that's enough" Andre said at length.
Andre had indeed heard everything they said in Irma's room without exception. Because actually, he who can not wait until tomorrow, immediately followed Naura to explain directly the misunderstanding between himself and Irma. Until, Andre's hand that was about to knock on the door of the room was stopped by Irma's cry that was spilling her heart to Naura.
"You don't have to say anything else, except one sentence you said to me in that room. Not the other one. Would you like to say it again?"
"But—"
"Nothing but in that sentence."
From his sunglasses, Irma could see how serious Andre was with all his words, making him even more filled with all the man before him.
"Do you want me to shut you up again?" ask Andre later.
"It's not like that. But, girls do shoot guys." Irma was wronged by her own words, but she also did not want to be silenced anymore.
"I also don't want to shoot anymore, if the edges are rejected mute." Andre doesn't want to lose either.
"This time is not rejected." After hearing Andre's words, Irma decided to try to live this relationship. Don't the two love each other? And hope Andre can hold his word. If he did not try, how could he know the seriousness of the words of the man before him.
"Well, since you promised not to refuse I'll repeat it again. I'm just mo to the point, another poetical males." A smile on Andre's lips, he did not expect his wait would soon pay off. "Alesha Irmania, the most beautiful sister in the whole world, let this pursuer of your love express his heart for you. Dear Irma Ma'am I have long laid a heart for you. This heart, soul, mind and body is filled only by your name. Ilove you. Really-love you. Do you want to receive love from this despicable man? Will you be my air? The one that accompanies me in every breath, gives color to me every day."