The Beautiful Widow Belongs to the Police
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"My decision to divorce you was the best decision. It's not like you blame someone else." Ryan was so angry to see the video he received.

Ryan slammed his phone into the bed, then picked up a suitcase from the top of the closet. With growing anger after seeing the video, Ryan took out all of Elsa's clothes from the closet and moved them to the suitcase. Then, drag the item and throw it out of the house.

"I should have thrown your owner that way too, but I still have a little heart to pity him" Ryan said, seeing the suitcase he threw from the balcony lying in front of the porch.

Ryan was standing on the balcony with a cigarette he was smoking while waiting for Elsa to arrive. He could not wait to see the woman's reaction when he saw her clothes already in the courtyard.

After spending three cigarettes, the woman was only seen the trunk of her nose. Sure enough, Elsa who had fallen apart was very surprised when she saw her suitcase outside the house.

"What the fuck?" muttered Elsa, not accept.

"It's still a good thing I haven't thrown it into TPS, afraid you still need it." Ryan, who saw Elsa's reaction, immediately made a sound from the balcony.

Elsa looked up at the sound. Looking at him, Ryan was folding both hands while looking at him. "Mas, what are you doing?" shouted Elsa.

"As I said on the phone. I'm freeing you from any relationship that ever existed. You're free to play wherever you want, without having to remember that your children and your husband are home" Ryan said.

"Mas, you can't do this to me!"

"Misache. Whynot? You who have made my love turn into a great hatred for you. So, own responsibility as a result."

"What have I done to you? I'm just trying to beautify myself so you don't turn your back on me. Am I wrong?" elsa shouted, with tears beginning to seep out.

Ryan's laughter blared on the balcony. "Are you sure you're beautifying yourself for me?" ryan asked, narrowing his eyes.

"If not for you, then for whom else? Come, Mas! Don't be like this! We're still talking about all this well. I don't want to be separated from you."

Elsa continues to whine with crocodile tears that keep flowing, asking Ryan's generosity not to divorce her. But instead of answering, Ryan played the phone and sent the woman a message.

"Open up! Are you still not ashamed to mention everything you did for me?" tell Ryan, as soon as the message is sent to Elsa.

"Mas, I can explain. Don't you misunderstand all this? It's not what you think." Elsa tries to persuade Ryan. He continues to cede. No matter the self-esteem, the most important thing is not to let one of its gold mines throw it into the streets like garbage.

"Yes, not like I thought, but more than I thought" Ryan said. "My decision is round. We're getting a divorce. Please wait for the subpoena from the court with your lover! Enjoy your freedom!" ryan continued, then went into the room. Without caring about Elsa who still roared did not accept Ryan's decision.

"Belg ...." Elsa shouted out loud. Tears kept flowing from both eyes. She didn't expect her marriage to Ryan to be that tragic. "I don't take it, Mom. You're like this because of that barren woman, right? To the extent that you're looking for my faults. I'll make the calculations to him" cried Elsa, threatening.

Ryan, who was still on the doorstep, came back down and the squabble from the two was inevitable. Elsa continues to blame Irma and Ryan continues to corner Elsa with the affair the woman committed.

"Why do you blame others? It's purely your fault. You betrayed me. Why bring Irma? He has nothing to do with any of this."

"Then take your words out, Mom. Remember there is Alvino. He needs our love as his parents."

"This is how you remember Alvino. Where were you yesterday? And, it looks like Alvino doesn't need a mother like you either. Take it easy, I'll take good care of him. Take good care of yourself with your lover. Have fun. Hye!" Ryan waved his hand, then went back into the room.

Elsa is really angry. He kept shouting indistinctly. It was no longer a curse, but the woman was cursing Ryan while going berserk. He damaged the items on the terrace, broke flower pots, even threw glass with a flower fitting on the terrace table. Hoping, the man would come out if he heard the commotion he created.

Ryan no longer cared. He decided to go to the kitchen to cook something he could eat. He who had not had time to eat since morning, plus his energy drained by emotions to Elsa made the whole stomach protest for ration. He opened the refrigerator. Many types of raw food are available, but Ryan could not process it at all, while the maid still returned home. Forced the man, took noodles and eggs, the only type of cooking that could be made easily. Regardless of Elsa who kept shouting, even making a scene, Ryan was busy cooking fried noodles and eggs. Until the noise was no longer heard.

After cooking, Ryan was ready to enjoy his masterpiece. The stomach contents of the protest were getting tighter as the aroma of fried noodles and eggs slurred piercing the nose. No matter the noodles were still hot, he directly devoured them. Until a voice again teased the ears of the man who was ready to become a widower for the second time. The bell was pressed many times, making Ryan very disturbed.

"Ish .. just interrupt. Not satisfied what screaming, now want to break the doorbell too."

Distracted by the bell that kept ringing, Ryan left behind a plate of fried noodles that waved to have Ryan devour it. He walked forward, and opened the door.

"You want what else? Do you have to drag me under the bridge so you don't make any more noise?" cecar Ryan opened the door. However, he was stunned when he saw someone at the door was not Elsa.

"What's? Dasa the bastards!" squealing the woman in front of the door with her already lit eyeballs was far more sinister than Elsa's rampage. A slap landed on Ryan's cheek. "I should have dragged you to the bridge and threw you from there. Where's wife? I want to give an unforgettable lesson to the women who do not know the custom" he continued, breaking into the house.