The Beautiful Widow Belongs to the Police
09

The chirping of birds began to earthy, welcoming the sun who began to appear. Heavy rain last night is still impregnated, slippery roads and leaves still look wet. With the shirt and shorts he used, Andre was breathing the morning air while widening his legs and stretching both hands, then tilting his body to the left and right. Then, do other movements to relax his muscles by doing morning exercises.

Until, the morning activity stopped when he saw the two women occupants of the house next door were watching while pointing at the roof of their house while talking. I don't know what's being talked about? But it looks serious, making Andre moved to approach the two.

"Morning, Tan, Ma'am!" greet Andre to Ranti and Irma

"Again, Dre." Ranti looked towards the voice.

"Is there a problem, Tan?"

"That! Looks like the tile shifted because of heavy rain last night. Know the living room is wet," said Ranti who was at dawn found the sofa in the living room was wet. "Later in the afternoon, please call Mang Sakir for the tile, yes, Brother!" ranti's word to Irma.

Irma nodded, nodding.

"Why tell Mang Sakir, Tan? If only I could do tile, I could." Andre offered his services.

"But Andre wants to work, later afraid to disturb. Mending call Mang Sakir later a bit bad." Ranti refused subtly. The middle-aged woman continued to trouble the police, her neighbor.

"Generin tile doang, do not disturb, Tan. Anyway if you wait for Mang Sakir later. What if it rains again a few minutes later?" Andre. "There's a ladder, isn't Tan?" continued.

Ranti nodded, then ordered Irma to take it. Without resisting, Irma went to the warehouse to retrieve the items that the impromptu hero needed.

In order to get the hearts of the two women in front of him, anything is willing to be done by the man who works as a policeman. Andre suddenly became a super hero who could. From starting to justify the plumbing, leaking faucets, power failure, dead motors and leaking tiles with standby Andre is always there to help the mother and child. "Why open one for all service, sir? Let it be that even if my brother refuses, you can still develop your latent talent." In fact, Naura who saw Andre's struggle often mocked him.

"Let me take it." Unbeknownst to Irma, Andre follows the woman.

"Mass? What's in here?"

"Thank you" said Irma, heartfelt, with a face that was like a ripe tomato. It was always like that every time Andre uttered a dime to her, making Irma sometimes upset herself with a face that had such an automatic mode.

"Back with love, can you?" Andre squinted one eye toward Irma who walked side by side, increasingly teasing the already flushed cheeks beside her. Andre who has repeatedly expressed his heart openly, never got the slightest reply from the mouth of the woman—and hopes Irma will soon return her love.

"Don't expect more from our relationship, Mom! I don't want you to be disappointed."

Andre let out a rough breath. It always ends with that which Irma says every time she tries to go further, getting closer to the woman who is about to end her idiom. Though from the look of the face that Andre saw, he was sure the woman liked the treatment she gave. However, for some reason Irma's mouth always broke the expectations of the Ginger Pursuit.

Andre turned to the woman who was walking while looking down, then asked, "Is that including the answer to my question last time as well?"

There's no answer. Irma suddenly returned. With his head still down, he played fingers against each other playing his nails.

"Mbak Say shut up. I assume the answer is correct," continued Andre who always called Irma as Mbak Say as his call unfortunately.

Silent. Nothing else they discussed, only the sound of the slippers worn by the two were heard. No more jokes or just pleasantries from the two anymore. Andre prefers silence, so does Irma— make both even mendundung awkward. The man prefers to finish his job immediately. Andre went up to the roof to justify the sliding tile.

"Beres," murmured Andre, looking at the roof tiles arranged tightly.

The man crept back, and his feet stepped on the stairs. Slowly he started down the stairs.

"Eh .. uh ...." Andre's mind went out of nowhere, making him not focus on the stairs to be stepped on. As well as wet feet, after stepping on the wet tile, making it slip.

Andre's hand holds the stairs that he has stepped on trying to balance the body that has begun to look good. "Eh .. uh!" Instead of being balanced, the stairs that Andre uses also stretch from his footing, swaying above a height of 4 meters and ....

"Aww.." cried Andre as he landed on the wet ground with a ladder on it.