500 Million Men
Chapters 127. Plan

It had been almost two hours, Samuel and Fahri waiting for Sugeng to come. However, the man did not reveal his nose.

"Where is he? Have you told him clearly?" fahri asked Samuel.

"Today I called him. He himself said he would come without being picked up" Samuel said.

Fahri looked at the circular watch on his wrist. " Five o'clock in the afternoon. It's been two hours we've been waiting here" Fahri said.

"Wait a minute, I'll try to contact her again." Samuel grabbed the phone on the table. He looked for Sugeng's contact, then placed the flat object in one of his ears.

"The number is still off" Samuel muttered again putting his smartphone on the table.

"Yes, then let's go home. After all, he was definitely not going to come. I don't want to leave Arumi for too long" Fahri said.

"Sir, ask for the bill." Fahri called one of the servants who was not far from the place.

The waiter nodded. He walked over to pick up the bill belonging to the two handsome men. Shortly after, the waiter came over while giving a piece of paper which was the payment note of the food.

Fahri also issued cash, then paid it directly. "The return just take it," said Fahri who immediately moved from his seat.

"Thank you, sir."

Fahri simply chimed in with a nod while smiling kindly. Samuel also moved from his seat. The two handsome men immediately stepped out of the place.

"Let me know if he gets back to you. The man is the key witness of everything. So, do not let go," said Fahri.

"Actually, I'd rather agree if we report it directly. The actions of the Goddess Mother can no longer be tolerated. I'm afraid, if he'll go any further if he finds out we have the video tape. At least we can prevent Miss Dewi from committing crimes again" explained Samuel.

"Again .. The video recording has become strong evidence. Only, we need Sugeng so that the man pays for his sin for participating in the murder plan," continued Samuel.

Fahri seemed to think for a moment. "What about Arumi? Didn't you see how devastated my wife was when she found out that she was not the biological child of the woman she often called mama" Fahri said.

"What you said, too. I'm just afraid, one day Miss Dewi did something out of bounds, and if you think about it, the first person to be targeted was Arumi, and then you," explained Samuel.

"Maybe not. Yes, then I go home first" said Fahri who began to open the car door.

"Hmmm .. be careful on the road" replied Samuel.

"Oh yeah, don't forget to tell me later" Fahri said. Samuel chimed in Fahri's words by nodding.

Shortly after, the four-wheeled vehicle was speeding. After hearing the remark from Samuel, suddenly inside Fahri's mind was only Arumi.

After a long journey, Fahri arrived home. He rushes down, looking for Arumi's whereabouts.

Fahri circulated the view, not finding Arumi in the living room. The man checked the room, did not find the whereabouts of his beloved wife.

Fahri sees one of the waiters has just emerged from the kitchen. The man immediately asked the waiter who worked in the house.

"Bik, see Arumi?" ask Fahri.

"Mrs in the backyard, sir." The waiter chimed in.

Fahri also set foot into the backyard. Sure enough, his beloved wife was there.

Arumi was talking to some servants. Sometimes they chuckle when something they talk about feels a little funny.

"Mas, ..." Arumi muttered as she saw her husband watching her. The man was straddling with a body leaning against the door.

"Yes, you guys go on. I want to go to Mas Fahri," Arumi told several servants who were there.

"Okay, Madam."

Arumi slightly ran over to Fahri. Seeing this, made Fahri widen his eyes. "Darling, don't run!" fahri tried to reprimand his wife.

After receiving a warning from her husband, Arumi chose to walk as usual. "Mas why it's so long time out," grumbled Arumi.

"Sorry, dear."

"Other times, if you want to meet anyone, take me!" arumi hatch.

Fahri immediately chuckled amusedly, his hands shuffling the top of Arumi's head. "Mas just met Samuel, honey. Talking about work problems is no more," said Fahri.

Arumi also nodded in understanding. Fahri grabbed his wife's hand. Linking his fingers between the fingers of the wife.

"Let's go in!" bring Fahri.

Arumi smiled, then nodded her head. The woman followed her husband's steps.

....

Roy is currently at Indra's house. They were sitting on the porch talking.

"So ... You mean the fire that was broadcast on the television channel was the act of Aunt Goddess?" tanya Indra full of search.

"Yes, Sir. I saw it myself. While listening to the news, he seemed relaxed and happy. His lips incessantly formed a demonic grin. Dewi .. woman is a psychopath" said Roy.

Indra tapped the ashes from his cigarette butt. Then again suck the nicotine-containing object, and exhale the smoke that forms a puff.

"My aunt is a psychopath. Didn't I tell you before. She killed her own husband" Indra said, looking straight ahead.

"Lantas ... Who is he trying to get rid of this time? Men without identity ...," muttered Indra who was trying to find the answer.

Shortly after, he remembered what happened a while ago. Where Dewi contacted him, asking for help to kill someone. However, at that time Indra rejected it because he did not want to deal with the Goddess, let alone it concerns problems such as murder.

"Did he really eliminate that man?" inner Indra.

"If I'm being honest, I'm actually starting to get scared of him. One day the Goddess returned to her loyalty, it could have been me who was killed at that time," said Roy.

Indra chuckled, then looked down at the man before her. "If your clothes are wet, why not take a shower" Indra said, saying to Roy using a proverb.

"Stay, I'm ...."

"Your legs are limping! Does not seeing your legs become deformed make you feel like revenge? The Goddess who told you and her son to cut the wound to make you like this!! tukas Indra who tried to advise Roy.

The man lowered his head, while listening to Indra's words.

"You better think again. What if luck is visiting you," said Indra who is still trying to pump Roy to be bait after he gets all the power.

Seriate...