The Beautiful Widow Belongs to the Police
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Irma took the man into the store, then told him to sit down in a chair available at the cashier's desk. The two servants that Irma had hired, looked at each other, saw their boss carrying an unfamiliar man with wounds on several parts of the body.

"What's up, Ma'am?" Goddess, a servant approaches Irma.

"I almost got hit. Fortunately there was this Master who helped me," said Irma, as if she did not know the man before her.

"Yes Allah. But, Mommy's okay, right?" The goddess was so shocked to hear Irma's words. He was worried about his boss's kiss.

With a smile, Irma shook her head. Coinciding with that the man looked up at Irma who was talking to the Goddess, he could see Irma's charming smile that suddenly shook her heart. 'What kind of feeling is this? Haven't you seen that smile many times. Why isn't it because of me now?' The man held onto his chest which felt a sense of unease within, even felt like it was about to explode.

"Has Ara been here?" asked Irma then, who answered the Goddess's trinket. "Dew, can you ask for help?" ask her again while squinting one eye. The servant girl nodded, nodding. "Please get me a p3k box, yeah! Keep on helping her wound. I'm going to the bathroom first" said Irma, keeping her bag on the cashier's desk. Without a single glance at the man who was none other than Ryan.

The goddess nodded, then picked up the p3k box as per Irma's orders. Irma herself prefers to go to the bathroom. Meanwhile, Ryan could only stare at Irma who waltzed away.

"What are you expecting? You idiot!" A bitter smile fell on Ryan's lips.

No need to wait long, Dewi brought back the p3k box.

"Here, sir, let me clean the wound." The goddess volunteered to help clean Ryan's wounds. However, with a moment immediately rejected Ryan. The man prefers to clean his own wounds. "Yes, if you need help, I'm there." Dewi pointed to the display case that he was containing various kinds of cakes that were being arranged. Ryan just nodded and the Goddess who felt she did not need her help by Ryan chose to return to her job.

Long enough Irma was in the bathroom, hoping that when she came out, the Goddess had treated Ryan's wounds. He just thanked me, then told the man to go home. However, everything was not as he expected. Ryan was still busy with cleaning his own wounds.

"Why not help?" Irma patted the Goddess who was still busy cleaning the cake.

"He did not want to be helped, but I have approached him several times to offer help," explained Dewi who had several times offered services because she felt sorry to see Ryan who looked troubled, which was very difficult, but still rejected.

Irma took a rough breath while patting the Goddess on the shoulder many times, then approached Ryan who seemed to be in distress. Irma immediately grabbed the cotton that Ryan was holding, clearing the man's elbow that was gaping due to being hit by a sharp object. Ryan himself did not refuse as Irma cleaned every wound and charged him. Nothing is said from the second, but Ryan seemed to enjoy the moments together with Irma. His eyes did not stop staring at the woman who was painstakingly treating every wound.

'It looks like the man just wants to be treated by Ms. Irma. Who exactly is he?' ask the Goddess, more to herself.

"Is this your shop? How, I just found out?" ryan asked, on the sidelines Irma treated him. But there was no response from Irma. "Since that time you've changed a lot. Now you're so independent, you're even more beautiful. I got to pangling when I saw you at the cafe," Ryan said again. Instead of answering, Irma pressed hard on the bandage that was being wrapped around Ryan's elbow, making the man grimace in pain.

"Finished" said Irma, as soon as she finished treating all of Ryan's wounds. "Now that we're even, I won't feel indebted to you. Again, thank you for helping me." Irma re-cleansed her p3k device, regardless of what Ryan had said before.

Ryan remained silent. He took a deep breath, trying to dare to express something that had been stuck since those few hearts. "What I do, it's still nothing compared to the pain I've given you." Ryan said with his head down. Now he did not dare to look at the woman in front of him, when he remembered his treatment in the past.

"It's good to be conscious" interrupted Irma. The answer spontaneously came out of the mouth of the woman he had always wasted his love and kindness on.

"I've forgiven you." Irma squeezed the end of the clothes she was wearing. He could have spoken out forgiving her, but the wound still remained.

"thank you. Is there a second chance for me?" Ryan looked up at Irma who was taken aback by her words.

"Don't be weird! It's lucky I forgive you, don't ask for more." It was upset and shocked that Irma felt. Until, a message entered his phone.

"But—" Ryan wanted to continue his remarks, but was immediately stopped by Irma's hand asking her to shut up.

"If our position is reversed. I hurt you so badly, do you want to come back to me? After everything I've done?" While picking up the bag, Irma turned the question over to Ryan. He left without waiting for the man's answer.

Ryan could only throw a rough breath. He knew there would never be a second chance for a man like himself.

"Dew, I'll go first, yeah! If Ara says I'll come back after this!" irma said to the Goddess and answered the nod of the Goddess.

As if forgetting the tragedy that just happened, Irma's smile again expands, when she sees someone waiting for her in front of the store in a uniform that always makes men look very dashing. Irma immediately approached Andre who was waiting for him on the bike. The man's smile was engraved, seeing Irma come out of the shop and kiss her hand.

"Truly a future wife of Soleha." Andre praised Irma, as the woman kissed her hand with a notch.

"His wife's candidate is already well, his future priest is already fine yet?" asked Irma while squinting one eye.

"Sby dong. Less good at what to try? Dating was only satisfied to hold hands, at best hugging it was stolen time. Especially now that there is a security guard, hold hands must also fast," Andre's murmur that has never been strange to Irma.

"If soleh, where there are giving flowers to her boyfriend. The sins!" Irma pointed at Andre's nose.

"Well?!"

"Don't pretend to be amnesiac" Irma said with her arms folded over her chest, recalling the incident this morning after Andre left.

Suddenly Andre's laughter broke, remembering the flowers he gave to Irma this morning. The two also seemed to engage in a conversation that was interrupted by laughter from them, that Irma repeatedly rewarded the man with a pinch on the waist.

Meanwhile, from behind the glass door Ryan looked to Irma who looked so happy to be near Andre.

'If there's a chance I want to come back to you, but it looks like it's no longer there. You look so happy with him. Could it be, this is the reward I have to bear for wasting you?'