The Beautiful Widow Belongs to the Police
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With the leadership of local religious leaders, the event before the wedding was conducted very solemnly. The whole family gave thanks, the series of events on day one min has gone smoothly. After the event was over, the two families returned to their homes to rest, preparing for tomorrow's event which will certainly be more tiring than today.

Likewise with the bride-to-be, with a Muslim dress she wore, Irma went into the room and followed her sister since then continued to follow her.

"Tumben ngekor mulu. Not kasian the same papol you gendurin continue?" asked Irma while opening the veil, then the dress she was wearing.

Changing clothes in front of Naura was common to Irma, even Naura seemed indifferent. The pregnant woman prefers to lie on a mattress that maybe tomorrow will belong to Andre.

"Udah permission for this whole day I'm the same brother. Before Andre has you completely." Naura who was lying on the bed showed off her teeth.

Irma turned her head while narrowing one eye. "Congenuated?"

"Diizinin dong," Naura answered proudly. "Although a little manyun," he continued, holding one hand and pressing the tip of the index finger with his thumb. Remembering the moments when Dimas who continued to sulk, because it continues to be considered. In fact, while asking for permission to sleep with Irma, Naura had to persuade the man with seductions that made Dimas fly into the seventh sky.

"Basic!" Irma who was taking a change of clothes was just a ring.

"I just want to spend the night with my dear brother, keep sharing my bed and kayak stories. Before this mattress you share with Andre," Naura said as she patted the empty spot next to her.

"Just as you are."

After changing clothes, Irma also joined her sister. Dropped his body where Naura had just patted. The two slept side by side with their eyes staring at the ceiling of the room. For a long time, Naura and Irma had not spent time sleeping in such a room. Talk from them flowed, sharing this and that story.

"But it seems that Mamah Rita has not been able to fully accept me," Irma said on the sidelines of their speech.

"Not to think about it, most importantly the other family supports. Who knows if he will fall again. No, nothing, my brother does not live in the same house as him. So safe, won't see her sensed face."

"Hush! You are it, yes." His hand slapped Naura's shoulder. "But, by the way, thank you for always being there for brother. You help your sister all the time." Irma moved her head, looking at the sister who was still staring at the ceiling of the room.

"That's what a brother is for. There is always whenever and wherever." Naura also turned to Irma while showing off her smile sweetening ginsul.

"I love Big Brother" he continued, then hugged the woman who will be queen tomorrow that day.

"I love you too." Irma also returned Naura's embrace.

'Hopefully we can keep it like this till the grandmothers."

"Of course we'll stay like this. Nothing will change our relationship until any time."

Naura nodded slowly, then tightened her embrace. Long enough they hugged, until a knock was heard from Irma's room door.

"So, don't open the door yet!" Irma let go of her hug, and then opened the door.

"Why am I crying?" naura asked herself as Irma left her. He immediately wiped away the tears that were unlicensed sliding on his cheeks, making Naura confused herself. 'It seems like the hormones in my body are being unstable, ' he murmured again speculating.

"Who, Brother?" naura asked Irma, slightly shouting.

Irma replied, A child ran into the room with a car and a pacifier in hand.

"It's okay, Brother. Zi let's just sleep here" Irma replied with a smile.

The little boy was already very close to Irma, even when he stayed at Rita's house Zidan always slept with her. Although Anisa feels bad about leaving Zidan, the boy insists on staying with Irma. In fact, Zidan to hide behind a blanket because he did not want to be invited back. Forced, Anisa leaves her son with Irma and Naura.

"Hey, little boy! Your mom's gone, here don't have to talk anymore." Naura, who had noticed Zidan's behavior, immediately asked the child to open the blanket, fearing that Zidan was out of breath for too long to hide behind a thick blanket.

Slowly, the little boy opened the blanket that covered his head. Looking around, only Irma and Naura appeared to be on her left and right smiling. There was no Anisa there, she got out of the blanket and sat down.

"Zi wants to be covered with Ateu, but through Mamah," said Zidan with his head lowered while playing the cars in his hands, fearing Irma forbid too.

"But three equals Ateu Ara as well. Nothin?" ask Naura.

Zidan looked up at Naura. Her innocent eyes looked at Naura, watching from top to belly. Zidan nodded.

"Not the beltiga, but the fourteen ama dede the baby" Zidan said, which made Naura and Irma laugh at the child's behavior.

"Yes, my gosh is so anxious." Naura ruffled Zidan's hair so desperately. "Yes, already, he said the four of them slept, now Zidan went straight to sleep. Tomorrow we see Om and Aunt Zidan as brides" continued Naura.

"What is an orphan?" Instead of allowing him to sleep, Zidan questioned Naura's words that his age had not yet understood.

"I was wrong with talking to a child. Brother explained it." Naura throws a question to Irma, while she chooses to straighten her body again.

Irma gave a smile, then approached Zidan. "Zi, do you want a fairy tale?" irma asked, diverting the little boy's question and answered an enthusiastic nod by Zidan.

Irma immediately laid Zidan in the middle of him and Naura. Later, he told a sleep-conducting fairy tale. Until, no matter how long, Zidan fell asleep with the pacifier still faithful in the mouth.

"Good sleep, honey!" Irma kissed Zidan's forehead, then took the pacifier that maish stuck to the little boy's mouth.

All the actions of Irma against Zidan did not escape the attention of the pregnant woman. Naura who was tilting her body with one hand as a head brace was staring at Irma and Zidan alternately. "Sister, what about Zidan?" ask Naura.

"of course. Who doesn't love his funniest son?" irma answered with her hand still stroking Zidan's head.

Naura nodded while changing her sleeping position, lying down with a pillow slightly higher. "Yes, too, anyway. I've only met twice I love him." Naura confirmed Irma's speech. "But, if my son is born, will you love him too?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course I'll love him."

"Kittens, dear one, let alone my son?" Naura showed off her teeth.

"Well, that's you know."

"Let's help Papol take care of my son, yeah! Love him like his own child" continued Naura while stroking her growing belly.

Irma did not answer. He looked at the sister, trying to dive into the meaning of the words that came out of Naura's mouth. Feeling that there was no truth, Naura turned her head and found Irma who was still looking at her with confusion.

"I mean please help me take care of Debay if I'm busy later. Let's take care of him together! My son, your son too. Don't we always share in anything?" Naura corrected her words. "Except husband. It cannot be divided. Udah, ah, I sleep, mo sleep," continued Naura again, then choose to rest her eyes.