The Beautiful Widow Belongs to the Police
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Andre's face turned frantic when he saw Irma was not beside him, even he ruffled his own hair—can-can he leave his future wife who is out of nowhere. He then went out of the boutique, making sure that he went to that place with Irma.

"Where is he? Don't miss the cake shop, do you?" ask Andre more to himself.

He who was already outside, circulated his eyes around, but did not see Irma's whereabouts. Only parked vehicles and a few people in and out of salons and batik were seen by Andre, but there was no Irma among them.

"Are you, really missing out on the store?" Andre scratched his non-itchy head. "Then anyway? The feeling was he stuck in the back," he said again, considering Irma had really climbed on the bike, even women had pinched her stomach when asking Andre to reduce the speed of the motor. "Where is he going?" It's even getting confused.

"Phone. Why don't you remember to call him?" Andre bribed his phone, then dialed a number that he named 'Beautiful Widow Belongs to Andre'. No need to wait long for the call to be connected. Andre directly strafed the person across the phone with a thousand questions, without dots and commas.

"Sorry, Brother. Her sister is vomiting" replied someone from Irma's cell phone.

"Vomit where? This who?"

"Brother where? Brother who has a red motorbike decket," he replied again and heard Irma's voice that still let out her entrails, making Andre more worried.

The red bike is his bike, meaning Irma is still near the bike. However, because his motorbike was blocked by a box car, Andre who had since circulated his gaze could not see Irma's whereabouts.

Immediately, Andre headed to the place where the bike was parked, how surprised he saw Irma was squatting with her hands holding the crackle and part of her face went into the small crackle. There was also a little boy who was massaging Irma's neck.

"Say, what's wrong with you?" asked Andre to see Irma whose appearance was no longer because of.

Irma simply turned her head towards the voice, without answering anything. His face looked pale, even cold sweat had already poured out from there. Irma's mouth still wanted to let out something that made Irma's stomach feel shaken, but nothing else came out.

"Drink, Brother!" The little boy who had helped Irma was thrusting her trading water that she had opened closed.

"Thank you." Irma reached for the water, some of the water was used by Irma to rinse her mouth and wash her face and some of her sips were used. "Thank you for helping, brother!" said Irma again, so it feels a little better.

"No need. Let brother throw it away. Thanks again, yes!" Irma reached for the crackle that the little boy had almost picked up, then she took a piece of money and gave it to the child who had been willing to help her when her future husband even sneered into the boutique without caring about her who was already helpless by the man.

"So, the mineral water is only ten thousand, this is a lot." The boy refused the hundred thousand that Irma had given him.

"Not much, take yes! Make snacks. Again, thank you for helping me." Irma gave me the money again.

Finally, the boy received Irma's gift, then left from there to re-take tissues and mineral water. Meanwhile, Andre, who had been considered by Irma, tried to digest what happened.

"Say Ma'am, what happened? I've been looking for you since, why sit here?" said Andre while squatting next to Irma.

Irma glanced back at Andre, then threw away her face. It could be that Andre asked what happened and questioned alsan Irma sitting in the parking lot. I want it to feel like Irma threw the contents of the crackle in front of her to the face of the prospective husband. However, Irma was not that hard. He prefers to clean his face with a tissue and tidying his hair that is like a nest of eagles, regardless of Andre who is still asking questions. Irma was still very upset with the man beside her, it could be Andre riding a motorcycle with a speed that almost made Irma's heart dislodged.

Aware, the woman is already in a state of sulking, Andre also changed positions. He crouched down in front of Irma while apologizing while holding both ears. "I'm sorry, I!" said Andre with a heart.

Looking at Andre who reached out to his own ears like a child who was being punished, Irma made a smile. "Aren't you guys putting your feet up next?" said Irma still pretending to sulk.

"If it can make me forgiven, I'll do it." Andre immediately stood up and raised his foot with his hands still loyal to the earlobe. "I'm sorry" Andre said.

Irma's laughter broke when she saw the sight before her eyes. "Persis is like a child late to class and was caught riding the fence" Irma said as she stood up, then cleaned her pants that were a little dirty because she was sitting in the parking lot. "Come, in! Not your break for a minute." The woman pulled one arm of Andre who was still holding the ear.

"Udah forgiven?" Andre squinted one eye at Irma.

"Udah. But throw this out, yeah!" With a fluffy smile, Irma thrust out a crackle to Andre.