The Beautiful Widow Belongs to the Police
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A while ago ....

Andre who was carrying his motorcycle at an above average speed, finally arrived at the location safely. He pulled the iron horse over in the parking lot that had been provided by the boutique.

Feeling the motor he was riding stopped, Irma who had closed her eyes earlier while reciting prayers—saking fear of him—pun directly down from the motor. He did not expect that a considerable distance was only taken a few minutes by Andre. Do not ask what kind of motorcycle Andre brings, if he participated in the GP motorcycle event maybe not Marquess who will ride the podium but the man who is opening the helmet in front of Irma.

So what about Irma? The woman was for a lifetime the first time riding a motorbike to make her stomach feel unfulfilled. Blowing wind from the speed of Andre riding a motorcycle felt will take him flying. Cold sweat has washed the entire body. His face was not bloody. The accident that was previously experienced and almost took his life, making Irma more frightened when riding a motorcycle with a speed like a rocket that shot into space. Irma's body trembled violently, even though she had already successfully stepped on the earth and reached her destination safely.

"Come, Ma'am Say! My break time isn't much." Andre who finished opening the helmet invites Irma to immediately enter, without seeing Irma's condition that is not okay.

"Tu—" Irma replied, Andre has already walked away. "Bg ...." He could only sigh slowly with his hands still holding on to the back of the motor. Irma could only stare at the back of Andre who had begun to disappear behind the glass door of the boutique, with no intention of pursuing. His body still felt weak and trembling, let alone to walk to stand upright even he could not.

Until, suddenly the woman's head feels so heavy, even the circumstances around it seem to be circling. In addition, his stomach also felt so hot and turbulent. "Why did everything go in circles like this and ...." He closed his mouth and felt like someone was going to come out of there. Wanted to run for the toilet, but his body was still helpless. The nausea is no longer held. But who would ask for help to? Andre has already entered the boutique. He can only smother the mouth, hoping not to contaminate the parking area.

"Big brother why?" Like a helper angel, a child who was selling approached Irma who was already very helpless.

"I'm dizzy, nauseous too. Can you help me to the toilet?" The contents of the stomach that had been urgent wanted to get out, making Irma without further ado directly ask for help from the girl around nine years old.

"Come, Brother!" The girl put down her merchandise first, and helped Irma stand up.

Not had time to stand perfectly, the nausea that Irma felt could not stand anymore. "I'm not strong! I want to get out now." Irma again smothered her mouth.

Seeing the impossible situation, the girl took the crackle from her trading container. "Just get out here, brother." He gave the crackle to Irma.

Irma really couldn't stand it. He immediately grabbed the crackle and pulled out what he wanted to get out.

"If you may know why you got like this?" ask the child, concerned about the situation of Irma who even pushed in the parking lot like a lost child with hair that has been ruffled.

The child just gawked not understanding what Irma said, or rather think the person she helped was sane or not? Because as he remembered no storms of any type that occurred. Until a call came into Irma's cell phone resuscitated the little boy. Irma immediately took the postel in the bag and saw who called her.

"Can you please again?" With a smile carved on her pale face while peeling one eye, Irma asked the child for help again and got a nod from her interlocutor. "Please talk to the person behind this phone!" Irma gave her cell phone, while she who felt her stomach still churned was still busy with crackles in hand.

***

"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.

"This is what?" asked Andre to look at the black crackle that had switched hands.

"My master after you brought me I darted like a missile" Irma replied as she sauntered ahead of Andre.

Meanwhile, Andre recalled what the future wife did to the crackle he was holding immediately distanced his hand while shaking with an expression as if he was also going to vomit. Immediately, he ran to the trash can that was only a meter away, leaving the thing there. He then washed his hands in the place that was provided in front of the boutique for visitors, then followed Irma who had entered the boutique even the woman seemed fun talking with Dian.

"Where are your future wives, Dre?" dian asked as soon as Andre got there.

Andre showed off his smile while scratching his head which was not itchy, confused as to what to answer.

"Everything if bring the motor is alon-alon from lapanon. Such a beautiful pity you equate with a sack of rice. Like a girl with her bike. He's kapok just found out the taste, you know!" dian said, only answered with a smile by Andre. "Smooth smile! Think on!"

"Rasain," Irma said without a sound as she stuck out her tongue to Andre. He was satisfied with the defense that Dian had made against him.