Tough Widow
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Repeatedly Ayu said an apology for daring to leave without Angga's permission. He felt guilty about what happened to him at this time. Sinning the husband who became his priest.

''I promise I will not come out without you and your ridho, '' he said seriously.

Angga smile. For now seeing Ayu alone was already his anxiety medicine. There was nothing he could think of but the health of the woman.

''You don't say much, I'm sure it still hurts, '' said Angga kissing Ayu's forehead gently, while one hand rubbed his stomach.

The doctor came and stood behind Angga.

''Thank God your son is safe too, sir. Hopefully this is the first and last time.''

Angga nodded then thanked him. Return to focus on Ayu's slightly pale face.

''Forgive me, '' said Ayu Lirih.

Angga smiled back. Take off his shoes and get on the bed. Lying next to the wife who seems still guilty.

''No papa, honey. I was also wrong because I turned off the phone. If only I had always lit. There can't be something like this.'' Angga kissed Ayu's cheek gently. Showing his affection which is very excessive.

''Don't tell this to mama, I'm afraid she's anxious, '' said Ayu expectantly.

Angga nodded in agreement, as all was safe and well, he would keep it a secret from anyone including the children.

Ayu buried her face in the chest of the field of Angga. Closing her eyes from crying too much.

Angga called the nurse with a wave of his hand and told her to call Wendi who was outside.

''I, sir,'' Wendi bowed kindly, greeting.

''You're looking for the man who pickpocketed my wife. I want him to get a proper reply. Do not let him calm down, at least take him to the police station, ''' told Angga in a soft voice, afraid to wake Ayu who was asleep.

''OK, Sir.'' Wendi leaves the room and immediately asks where Ayu was hit and pickpocketed.

After getting the address, Wendi immediately slid to the location. Accompanied by a woman who is clearly a witness of the incident that befell Ayu.

''That's the Memet is a pickpocket. He's very unsettling. No one dared to report because they often threatened, said the woman who sat beside Wendi.

''Do you know her features?'' wendi asked for an explanation.

''His hair was always wearing torn pants and box clothes. Her ears are piercing a lot.'' The woman also mentioned some of the characteristics of the person who is currently the target of Angga.

''Well thank you. If you are afraid not to accompany me, please go later.'' Wendi not only asked one person, but asked about the man named Memet to some people who were around the market.

''Is Memet in power in this place?'' ask Wendi to make sure.

''Yes, Sir. He often berserk at sellers who do not want to deposit. Often also pickpocket foreign visitors.''

''No one reported to the police?'' Wendi looked at the several people who were shaking. It was as if they were under pressure that he himself did not know.

''Do you know where he lives?'' wendi asked then after noting some news about the man.

''He moved around a lot, sir. Sometimes also sleep in the warehouse behind the market. Friends are many, we dare not fight. Reporting for free will only make it more cruel.''

This is not true, I have to contact Mr. Angga.

Wendi thanked me. He spoke seriously with the boss before taking a step. Because, this is a very serious problem and needs to be eradicated so as not to make people anxious.

Angga closed his phone and closed his eyes again accompanied the wife who seemed to dream beautiful.

It's getting dark. The market that was filled with visitors and sellers has now begun to desolate. There were only a few food merchants for later tonight who started opening their respective carts.

Wendi changed her clothes with regular clothes and wore a hat. He was sitting in a coffee shop near his car. His eyes were obscuring everyone who passed by.

Nothing suspicious, he didn't come here the night.

Sipping his coffee and then playing the phone in his hand.

''Father is not a citizen here?'' ask the coffee seller who from earlier observed the appearance of Wendi.

''No, I'm from the city happened to pass this place, because I was sleepy and tired so looking for a warm drink, ''' said Wendi lying.

The very young man nodded and returned to serve other visitors.

Wendi looked at the swarm of young people passing by. From the looks of it, they seemed to be street children as well. But I don't know, for now he's focused on one guy named Memet, and his traits aren't on them.

Did I just ask the seller here? But what if one of those pickpocket cabal is them?

Back, accents some visitors who are eating fried food.

''Sorry, Mas. I often hear here prone to snatch, is that true?'' ask Wendi to give herself.

''Sstttt, don't discuss it, later if the person hears a line of raging, '' whispered a man sitting right next to Wendi.

''OK, Sir.''

Tonight I have to get proof of his crimes.

Wendi put her phone a little away from her seat. Deliberately lure the victim to take his bait.

Nothing even though it is quite expensive the phone is not important, maybe that way he will soon find a bright spot.

''Coffee one, '' screeched at someone who had just entered.

Wendi turned and frowned. From the characteristics of the man it was similar to what the woman had said earlier this afternoon. However, it would not be so bad to think before obtaining solid evidence.

''How much, Mas?'' wendi asked moving from her seat. Open a wallet containing several sheets of money hundreds of thousands. While the important items he had removed from the place.

''What's up, sir?'' ask the coffee seller.

''Copies with five.'' Wendi gave the money a hundred thousand and immediately glanced at the man.

''Twenty thousand, sir, replied the man receiving money from Wendi.

''Take it back, for his son Mas, '' said Wendi tidying his hat.

He got out without picking up his phone and stood by the car again.

''It looks like he is, wait. Soon you will find your true place.''

Wendi grew more confident when she saw some people who did not dare to approach. It was already proof that the man feared people as he had heard from some.

''Pak Angga should know about this. After all, he should have hired people to carry out missions like this, not me who worked as an assistant.''