Abhimanyu : Pelakor Rentals
36. Mission Rara

Abhimanyu steps into the VIP room of the club where Olivia is. Inside there was also Samuel who seemed to enjoy the erotic dance of the pool dancer. Bali was Samuel's territory, and therefore for all Abhimanyu's activities here, Samuel had the right to watch over him and interfere.

"Wassup, bro?" greet the man as Abhimanyu sits down. "Gue does not send gifts for your wedding, because you do not ngundang me too. Sori, yeah."

Abhimanyu. Not answering because there is no need. The man actually hinted a sexy woman who wanted to pour a drink not to do it.

"Tumben doesn't drink" said Olivia, who offered her a glass instead. "Ah, afraid of khilaf same chick here?"

"The philaf?" Samuel laughed at Olivia's words. "Nikmatin chicks are called khilaf. Heaven times, man. Cemen bener."

"That's a bachelor's stroke, like this" Olivia smashed her glass into Samuel's glass. "By the way you don't have any intention to follow, Sam? Balinese girls are OP all. No girl deserves to be a wife?"

"You can get a hundred girls why bother one?" Samuel looked up at his arrogant hair. "Mubazir my joy enthuses."

Abhimanyu shook his hand to drive away the girls in this room. They all looked very beautiful, sexy and seductive so Abhimanyu needed to be on guard. He must remember that his wife will bombard Abhimanyu with missiles if he cheats.

"Seriously lo pecun playing chick?" Samuel burned his cigarette while asking in disbelief. "Ato lest you be afraid of being thumped bini lo if cheating, Bi? Haduh, lo seeds explode what the hell?"

"That's a real worry about my seeds." Abhimanyu replied that he did not care. "Gue didn't come here talking seeds. Olivia, Rara's invitation is coming at what time?"

Olivia glanced at her watch. "About half an hour anyway. The party starts at one in the morning."

"But talking about the party," Samuel raised an eyebrow, "lo not afraid to let go of the 'apparently-child-baek-baek' bini lo? Get it wrong even he's the fly."

Abhimanyu again snorted. Threw a cigarette Samuel had on the table and lit it too.

"Lo seriously don't think I'm married to a 'buck-girl'?"

Rara is a good boy but she has a scary side that Abhimanyu admits is difficult to fight. That woman will do her job well.

Abhimanyu is not very easy to believe in someone but Rara makes Abhimanyu easy to believe in him. Especially the result of his actions.

*

Rara had prepared herself well for her mission this time. So Rara felt very confident when her bedroom bell rang in the middle of the night and she pretended to wake up with a disturbed face.

"Evening for Mrs Karuna" said the rabbit-masked woman. "From Gempita Club."

Club Gempita. The name is so sweet, right? During the day it is known as a socialite mother hangout and even a hangout for officials, but no big influencer does not know it is the most elite party venue in Bali. Rara found out by accident and of course she had never come there.

"Thank you." Rara accepted the invitation and immediately changed her clothes in a suitable suit.

Like a frustrated wife who left her husband because the husband was busy cheating, Rara also came to the club wearing a butterfly mask. Sexy black clothes that accentuate her body give the impression Rara is not a woman who cares about God let alone the sacred relationship of marriage.

Rara blends in at the party, sitting in a VIP seat usually occupied only by big artists. And as the drink began to pour, a man came near to Rara.

"I don't expect Sakura's successor to accept my invitation tonight." The man smiled meaningfully. "How's your husband doing, Rara?"

Rara smiled a cynical smile. "Busy ngedogy his best friend, maybe?"

It was just acting but somehow Rara became really upset. Just watch if it's true.

"Boys always be boys, Babe. They can't possibly be satisfied with one woman."

Rara snorted coldly. "You let me come here for something, didn't you? Outflow of love. I don't want to talk."

"No need to rush." The man hugged Rara's shoulder and pointed in a direction. "There's someone waiting for you from earlier."

"My time is expensive" said Rara arrogantly. "It doesn't matter, tell me I don't have time."

"Then five minutes here."

The man then moved, going towards the beautiful woman there. As the woman walked over, Rara could see their age difference quite far. The woman's face is beautiful and seems to have Chinese blood because it is very white, but even though she is young, Rara can still see her age streak which is around three-five.

Probably almost forty.

What makes Rara doubt is that the woman is not from the artist. She looks like a businesswoman's wife or a career woman.

Who is this woman?

*

Rara's ears ringing. His head was dizzy and the world was swirling.

"Abhimanyu's wife cheated on her stepmom that's a fact."

Foreign voices filled Rara's hearing but it was actually just from her chaotic memory.

"Abimanyu has more feelings for Juwita, his stepmom. That's why she married Sakura, making her divorce case so big to twist the facts."

Rara groaned loudly.

"Now everyone believes that Sakura is just a crazy con artist, a woman who is too depressed to accuse her own husband. In other words the fact that the original accusation can no longer be trusted by anyone."

Rara's head hurt a lot as the voice continued to fill her.

"You're probably just the second victim, boy."

Rara wants to puke.

"I know because Abhimanyu always called Juwita's name every time he got into my bed."

Rara fought hard to get rid of all that. Faintly his almost gray eyes now saw Abhimanyu coming, kneeling by his side.

"Ranaya."

Rara grabbed Abhimanyu's clothes. There's something he needs to report. The result of his efforts in the mission.

"They agreed to deliver their goods" said Rara. "But they don't want to tell you who their boss is yet."

Rara is still trying to express what she got. Important information Abhimanyu needs.

"They promised I'd be a VVIP guest in a few months."

There are still things that Rara has to say and honestly she wants to say about a foreign woman warning her not to get stuck with Abhimanyu. But Rara had not spoken, Abhimanyu first whispered, "I do not ask you to repent."

Rara was very dizzy. It felt like the world was shaking and the pounding of his heart was rising rapidly.

Amongst the discomfort, Rara felt better as Abhimanyu's warm arms wrapped around her body tightly.

*