Badboy My husband
~Ilona and Aska foul plan 46 Chapter•
Ilona smiled wryly, she entered a headquarters, which seemed to be very messy, and a little spooky. Ilona put her legs together, so someone made her stop.
"Who, this girl?" ask one of the men, who was there.
"This is right, Galaxsy motorcycle gang headquarters?" ask Ilona.
The man who was there, nodded.
"Gue wants to meet your boss, who is named Aksa," said Ilona.
"Aksa boss, busy," said Galaxsy motorcycle gang member.
"Gue's not busy, what do you need?" aksa asked arrived.
"Gue, tell me the same thing."
"Ok, let's go in" Aksa asked, making Ilona tail behind Aksa, until they stopped in a room that looked very dark.
"what do you want, talk to me," Pinta Aksa.
"Lo's the enemy of the Altar motorcycle gang, isn't he?" asked Ilona, making Aksa nod.
"Gue wants you to help me," said Ilona, making Aksa raise one eyebrow.
"On what basis should I, help bit*h rich lo?" ask Aksa.
"Gue is not a fucking jal*ng," Ilona protested. " I want to, you kidnap his wife Altar, whatever you want in the fucking girl," continued Ilona.
"Wife?" aksa asked to make sure, his hearing was not wrong.
Ilona nodded. " The altar is in a match with a veiled girl and it makes it hard for me to get the Altar. So I want you to help me get that girl off the Altar. You will also be able to profit if you want to do this, Altar is very fond of his wife, you can make the girl a weapon of victory," said Ilona smiled.
Aksa smiled slanted towards Ilona. "you become a sneaky girl too" said Aksa. "Ok, let's try lo's rotten plan, it's good."
Hearing that, Ilona smiled happily. It was not in vain that he braved himself, coming to Galaxsy headquarters.
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"Dear." The altar hugged Aisha from behind. Cooking in the kitchen.
"Home home?" ask Aisha. Swiping the burly hands of her husband, who was hugging her slender waist.
The altar just cleared its throat, while inhaling voraciously, the distinctive scent of Aisha's body.
"His stomach, don't it hurt?" tanya Altar, rubbing Aisha's flat stomach.
"No, no" replied Aisha. " Be careful, it's hard to know the cooking, if brother nempel continue."
"Sickness," he said.
The altar reflexively kissed Aisha's ears. "Sorry, deliberately hehehe," kekeh Altar.
"What are you cooking, baby?" ask the Altar, reduce the wound.
"Again cooking chicken soup, do you like it?"
Altar nodded. " Whatever you cook, it will definitely be my favorite meal" replied the Altar.
"Well, who used to say that ice cooking doesn't taste good?" ask Aisha, quip.
"That's it, I'm prestigious," replied the Altar. "now your cooking is the most delicious, second to none, your cooking is lost," praised the Altar, thus getting a smile from Aisha.
"Affah yeah?" ask Aisha.
"Yes habibati."
"Sister" call Aisha.
The altar just cleared.
"Why did you become the head of a cruel motorcycle, but in the eyes of Aisha, the cute and rich older sister of a kitten?" ask Aisha.
"Well, maybe you're the lucky one dear," replied the Altar. Not angry at the word, like a kitten.
"Silver baths, the smell of dust," said Aisha, pinning her nose.
Altar who saw that, cursed annoyed, he went from the kitchen, to the room, intending to clean himself, so that Aisha would not mock him by the smell of dust.
Aisha just chuckles, then continues her cooking activities.
Beautiful to the market with Mang Ujang, so the house was quiet, there was only himself and the Altar.
"So the Altar, call Ais habibati?" Aisha was misbehaved, remembering that the altar called her Habibati.
Habibati, the nickname of affection in Islam for the wife. Another case with Habibi I for husband.
"Abibi, Habibati. Fits hehehe." Aisha was amused, imagining, she and the Altar calling each other Habibi and Habibati.
"Yes, I forgot." Aisha patted her eel. "So I want to call Rigel bang, why go to jogja without telling me." Aisha would nag her brother and her parents.
'Can he go out of the city without telling himself? Aisha's self is not considered, because it already has a husband?' thought Aisha.