The Beautiful Widow Belongs to the Police
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The orange veil in the eastern upuk says goodbye to the black veil that is starting to look bright. People are preparing to restart new activities, welcoming mornings that seem to be bright until the afternoon. And so is Irma. The woman had started to get busy with morning activities at home. With a broomstick and a swoop in hand, he seemed busy cleaning the yard. Because of the dry season that began to hit, the dry leaves of plants in front of the house began to fall, making it necessary every morning and evening to clean the yard.
Andre just got out of the house. A call asks to arrive early, even though it is still very early. Until, his eyes caught the figure of a woman who was still wearing a nightgown was dribbling dry leaves into the skullcap. While leaning in front of the door, the man in full uniform preferred to enjoy first the beautiful scenery before him. His lips formed an arch of smile when he heard the singing that came out of the lover's mouth.
Not satisfied just looking from a distance of several meters, Andre approached Irma who was still engrossed in her own world. The woman did not realize that Andre was behind her.
"A pretty flower for a beautiful celha." From behind Andre thrust a rose in front of Irma. Making Irma surprised and blushed by Andre's speech, until he stopped his activities. "Good morning, my future wife!" said Andre while blinking his face next to Irma's face with his trademark smile.
"Morning!" irma replied as she turned towards the sound making their eyes clash with each other. "Mas is just so shocked." He gave a punch to the arm that was still holding the flower.
"But you like it, right?" moda Andre with a fluffy smile.
"Let's be found out Mamah Rita and Dad, you know."
"What if it gets caught? Our people don't do anything? When they are not here, we are often alone" said Andre, raising his eyebrows. "Nothing happened either. Now, my hands are holding the flowers. Take napa!" Andre thrust back the flowers in front of Irma who was still face to face with her.
Irma smiled, then grabbed the fresh red flowers. Kiss it, inhale deeply the distinctive aroma of roses so fragrant. "Scented and beautiful," muttered Irma.
"As it stands," said Andre.
"The one who has not taken a bath is not yet fragrant. Mas, tumben's been tidy this early?" asked Irma then, seeing Andre was fully dressed, ready to go to work.
"Yes, there's a sudden business. But, just as the angel looked again, my world was suddenly sidetracked." Again the man made Irma like a boiled crab in the morning.
"If the nyapu is not the angel of his name, but the Iyem," circus Irma.
"Yem who?"
"The maid's name in the soap operas."
"Of course, go there! I could be like a balloon floating in the sky because I eat your seduction constantly." Irma told Andre to leave immediately.
Andre who had been waiting for his coworkers also chose to reproduce Irma's speech. Not to forget Irma kissed Andre's hand with a reverence like a monk to his priest.
"Oh, yes. I'll pick up his shirt later in the day, yeah!" Andre who was already on the bike stopped for a moment the bike. The important thing he wanted to say was forgotten.
"Aren't they the same as Mom?" As far as Irma's schedule today is still with the prospective in-laws.
"Replace with me. He's afraid of his caman in snatch people if it's contained mulu." From behind Andre's helmet flaunted his barrage of white teeth. "I picked you up here, yes!" continued Andre who answered Irma's nod.
After getting the approval of the lover, Andre also drove his motorcycle back through the streets that are still quiet with a temperature that can make the body shiver.
Meanwhile, Irma continued to sweep again with a rose that was still faithful she held in her left hand. Until, the nagging of neighbors whose house next to Andre shocked him.
"What's up, Grandma?" asked Irma half-screaming from the front of the house, seeing Grandma who lived in the house was mumbling.
"There's a madman rosette granny, Neng! Even though it's flowers have been dawanti-wanti same granddaughter, she said to be loved by her boyfriend," replied the grandmother.
Immediately Irma glanced at the flower she was holding, then looked towards the grandmother's yard and the flower she was holding was similar. "Mas Andre!" irma muttered softly, but not daring to speak the truth, she instead hid the flower behind her body.
"Maybe it's been picked on by his grandson, Grandma." Irma tried to argue.
"He's still snoring, Neng. Where is it possible to meticulously flower."
"Oh, that, yeah! Patient ones, yes, Grandma. Just let it go, Grandma. Hopefully later God will reply with more," said Irma who answered nodding the Grandma. "If that's what Irma came in first, Grandma!" Irma would rather go in than get caught Andre has taken the interest.
"Police coke, the thief. Basic do not want capital, giving meticulous flowers from people's yard. It's the same thing that's got." Irma shook her head, staring at the flower in her hand with an engraved smile arch. He could not stop thinking about Andre's behavior in the morning that had made old Grandma old, her neighbors, confused.