The Beautiful Widow Belongs to the Police
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Andre rode his motorcycle, taking Irma to enjoy the beautiful scenery in the beautiful mountains in view and soothing. Tea gardens on the left and right of the road with a terracing system further create a beautiful atmosphere at Andre's birthplace. Andre continued down the winding uphill road, hoping that if Irma saw what would be shown, the woman would forget Anisa's words.

"Do you like the view?" asked Andre who deliberately drove the bike very slowly so that Irma could enjoy every place they passed.

"Yes, I like it."

"I want to take you somewhere, I hope you like."

Irma simply smiled, then tightened her hug, without answering a word.

Undeniably, Irma so enjoyed every scene that God presented in every place he passed. Beautiful is indeed very beautiful, but the pain he felt could not just go away. The tears that he had been enduring, were finally unstoppable. Her tears fell on the lover's shoulder. He does not blame anyone for this situation. There was nothing wrong with Anisa's words. Because actually married people are in addition to uniting love in a sacred bond, another thing they hope is the birth of successors as proof of their love.

From the rearview mirror, Andre could clearly see the tears just shed wet the cheeks of the lover whose face was partially covered with a mask. It hurts, that's what Andre feels. He bit the tip of his lips, could not bear to see the tears continued to flow more and more unstoppable. The more sick because it was his work, maybe if he did not discuss his nephews, Anisa would not even discuss the matter of the child to Irma.

"Cut you tighter. Are you cold?" Andre clasped the hand that was still coiled in his stomach. Pretending not to know that she is crying.

"Yes, it's cold. Can you, I keep going like this?" irma replied with a voice that started to crackle.

"Keep hugging me like this."

Andre was riding a motorcycle with only one hand, while the other hand was still tightly grasping the hands of women who were still crying. A few meters later, he pulled the bike over.

"Why stop? Are we there yet?" irma asked when Andre's motorbike suddenly stopped. "Why do you stop once in a lonely place." Irma got off the motor while wiping her tears. The dewy eyes tried to pay attention to the surrounding area, deserted, there were no workers like in the tea garden they had just passed. Then, what is special about the place, until Andre invited him there?

"Why should I apologize? You've got nothing wrong."

"Everything's my fault. I had accidentally lured Brother Anisa to say that." The man hid his face in Irma's nape.

"You're not wrong, Mom. There is nothing wrong here, neither Anisa nor you are wrong. If anything goes wrong it is my own heart that is too sensitive. I'm just afraid to disappoint those who have been very good to me, I'm afraid to disappoint your family if they know everything later" Irma said at length. Upon hearing Anisa's words, Irma realized one thing, the man who was currently embracing her had not been completely frank about her condition. "They know I'm a widow, but they don't yet know I can't give you any offspring, right?" ask Irma then.

Andre was speechless, just a heavy gust of breath that Irma could feel touching his nape.

"You're silent, that means the answer is yes" The blandest smile fell on Irma's lips. "Maybe forever we will go round and round in the same matter, if there is no openness from both sides. Didn't I tell you before we got here not to lie to anyone?" Irma unraveled the hand that was still coiled on her stomach and chose to sit on the side of the road.

"I'm not lying to anyone. It's just that I can't say that to them yet. I'm not ready if they're going to be against our relationship." His voice is heavy. Andre is not ready to choose between his family and Irma. "Can't I just for that one, my family doesn't need to know? Nothing in this world is impossible. The power of God is more everything, than a man-made letter."

"Entahlah .. actually this is also heavy for me. I'm afraid of losing you if your family really can't accept me."

"Then end the matter here. I don't want you to keep crying about the same thing all the time. I love you and I accept you for who you are, that's enough. Others let everything go like running water, live this relationship without being overshadowed by the uncertain."

"But—"

"I don't want to lose you and you don't want to lose me. Can we not be selfish with our love, without caring for others? We're enough to know about this. After all, who will live this relationship we are not others." Andre cupped both sides of Irma's face. Their eyes also met each other, making Irma could see clearly the iris of Andre's eye was filled with a puddle that was still stuck there.

'Is that your love for me?'