The Beautiful Widow Belongs to the Police
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With a breath of air, Ryan arrived in front of his parents' house. He then shifted the gate and immediately entered with the rest of the energy that was almost exhausted because it ran as fast as possible—fear the thug was still chasing. His tired legs walked towards the tightly closed white door, then knocked on the door many times, impatiently wanting to enter let alone the itching and pungent smell of his body increasingly agonizing.

"Yes, one minute!" said someone from inside the house, then the door was wide open. Featuring a middle-aged woman wearing a cheap negligee. The woman looked at Ryan from top to bottom. Completely fucked. "Sorry, I don't have much money, there's just this! It's good to buy some soap." The woman who is a housekeeper at Ambar's house, offered money with a picture of Indonesian heroine from Aceh—Tjut Meutia—which the woman took from her negligent pocket.

"What?" Ryan did not understand the words of the maid, instead of telling his master to come in and give a thousand rupiah.

"Udah the beggar, it turns out budeg too. The beggar mode of today is strange. Some other people are already asleep, still pounding the door of the house people to beg," curse the maid again who was disturbed by knocking on the door and after the door was opened even presented by a man with a face that was not careless, plus the body and dirty clothes further strengthen the perception of the maid if the one in front of her is really a beggar.

"What beggar?" Ryan ruffled his waist, not accepting the maid's words.

'Entar, it seems like the voice of the beggar is familiar.' The maid, who had been serving in the mansion for many years, looked at Ryan, thinking it was possible that the man before him was the young master who his mistress had been waiting for since the afternoon. But that is impossible, his young master is a person who always looks perpect and is very anti with his name dirty, while the person in front of him is no more like a scumbag who runs out of got. Dirty and smelly.

"Udah begging, ferociously again! There go! One thousand is enough to buy soap. Buy soap to not smell! Not even flabby, but it still looks the form of the person." The negligent woman also tracked her waist, her two eyes glaring perfectly as she chased Ryan away, then closed the door.

Ryan did not lose quickly. Immediately, he held the door leaf with his legs and hands. Make Ryan and the maid push each other by the door. The maid pushes the door shut, while Ryan pushes the door open.

"The beggar of today is desperate too, yes! I shouted the new maling knows the taste!" The maid stomped on the foot that was blocking the door and tried to close the door again violently.

"Bi Inah, you're looking to die with me, huh!" Not yet had the door closed, the woman named Inah heard the man she called a beggar, rebuking him loudly and the voice was very familiar.

Slowly Bi Inah let go of her hand from the door handle, not so close the door. He stared intently at the man who was wagging the leg stepped on by him with the look of the eyes already ironically devouring Inah alive. He knew the aura of anger. "Tu-tu—"Suddenly his body felt boneless, considering who possessed the terrifying aura before him, just like his great master when he was on a rampage.

"Surge!" Ryan pushed Inah who was blocking the door, then threw the thousand dollars he gave. "Now, I don't need your scrappy money! There buy sunligt to wash your eyes so that they are clean and bright. Let it be different where your employer and beggar are," circus Ryan, then leave Inah who is still gawking, a little disbelief that the person in front of him is really Ryan, a person who is very anti-dirty.

'How can you not expect a beggar? From top to bottom all black. Where is nyeker. Young Master, what's swimming in the got, huh?' It even chuckles on its own.

"Stop! You're who? How dare he enter my house carrying a virus." hardik Ambar who was holding Alvino. "Him!!!" he called the maid.

"Yes, Him!" This who was following Ryan from behind immediately replied.

"Why did you tell people to come in, not obviously like this? I think Ryan's home. Uh, you're in the lock." Ambar immediately sprayed Inah with his nagging.

"Sorry Madam, but he's Young Master."

Inah's words made Ambar gawk in disbelief. "Well?!"

"He's Mr. Ryan, Mrs." Inah repeated her words.

"Where's Nyebur in the got?" asked Ambar while covering his nose, not strong with a pungent smell from Ryan's body.

Meanwhile, Ryan who was impatient with the itching and stinging smell from his body went straight upstairs, impatient to clean the entire body that was already out of date.

"Clean up below! The floor is all dirty," cried Ambar.

However, Ryan ignored Ambar's words, he continued to run towards his room on the second floor.

"The most important day in history!" rut Ryan while lighting the shower, wetting all the mud that covered his body and clothes.