Berondong Keborangan My Wife
Trailing Mila

"Don't Ma'am. I still have money!" reject Intana while giving the money back into the hands of Mila. But Mila firmly rejected it.

"It has. You must not refuse! Maybe you want to buy something up ahead."

"Yes Ma'am. Thank you," said Intana later.

"Ohiyaa. How does Ma'am look. Beautiful no?"

"Ca, pretty Ma'am!" intana said while wiping the sweat from earlier soaked her forehead. For fear of being caught by Mila because she accidentally read a message from a man named Deni earlier, when he was going to make up Mila's bed.

Mila stood in front of the fence. Maybe waiting for the online object that was in the message via his cellphone. That day he planned to marry Siri to Deni. Of course, the plans of the two of them had been agreed upon beforehand. Deni deliberately called a ruler to marry the two of them. And with the money given from Mila. Deni managed to persuade the ruler to launch all his intentions, namely marrying Mila in series.

Even Deni lied to the ruler about Mila's status. And it turns out with money everything can run smoothly without any obstacles.

Intana was still watching Mila from behind.

Should he follow where Mila went?

But how he followed the woman. He did not know the direction to the highway. All he remembered in front of there was an archway leading to the highway. And there are many motorcycle taxi drivers.

Quickly Intana went inside and went straight to the room to change her clothes. The clothes were wet last night. As soon as he took it from the clothesline in the backyard.

In a hurry, Intana quickly changed clothes. And don't forget he wore his hijab to cover his face.

After wearing his clothes. Intana rushed out. And it's lucky Mila hasn't left yet.

Before long, looking in front of the fence, stopped a motorcycle taxi driver who was ordered by Mila.

Mila then got on the bike. And both of them went away.

Intana hastily moved. First of all, he locked the door. His heart raced strong. He had to prove Mila's affair that day. If no. He would have been a sinner to Samsul. The good-natured man helped him a lot.

And to repay his kindness. Intana will dismantle Mila's vices. Women do not know in the profit, it's very outrageous to lie to Samsul. It is not worth it, if Samsul had to suffer for his actions.

Samsul loved that woman. But what the woman's reply to Samsul is completely inhuman. She plans to remarry without her husband's knowledge.

Mila is an immoral woman. If only he had brought his cell phone while running away from Toro's house. Of course he easily reveals Mila's disgusting behavior.

But let. He will follow where Mila goes. And hopefully Mila can be overtaken.

After locking the door. Gegas Intana running towards the direction of Gapura. He ran as fast as he could to catch up with her.

After running quite far from the distance of Samsul's house. Finally seen from far Gapura where in and out of the vehicle to enter the housing.

Right in front of the gate. Intana turned towards the left where there lined motorcycle motorcycle taxi maker who was running.

Without having to bother calling a motorcycle taxi driver. One of them immediately approached Intana.

"Mom. Ojeks!" bargained for.

"Yes Mang. Mang, did Mang just see a woman dressed in all-white robe in Gojek bonceng?" ask Intana with a breath that has been stung.

Mang ojek frowned, his eyeballs rose slightly upwards. Like remembering something.

"Mmm .. if Mang doesn't see wrong. That woman went that way, ma'am!" reveal the Mang ojek while pointing towards the North of the main road.

"Oh. Mang sure? Well then. Come Mang!" Intana quickly climbed onto the motorbike of the Mamang ojek.

"Where's Ma?"

"Asiyapppp .." said the Mamang as he turned on his motorbike and went speeding to catch the woman in question Intana. Although actually the Mamang confused. Because maybe the woman was far away.

And a little bit of hindsight. Actually, the Mang ojek was no stranger to the face of the woman in a white dress. He often saw Mila flashing with the handsome young man. But the Mang does not want to interfere in people's affairs, after all he is not very familiar with Mila. He only knows his face but does not know his name.

Along the way. Mata Intana pokus to the streets so as not to lose Mila.

"That's a little Mang fast!" tegur Intana is impatient.

"Yes Mom. I also speeded. Take it easy, Mom!" Mang ojek increased his speed.

From far away looks the woman who is in the bonceng. Her clothes were all white, and it was probably the woman Intana meant. Soon Mang ojek chased after him at full speed. Intana instantly covered her face with a veil.

Some of the vehicles that managed to pass Mang ojek seemed annoyed to see the Mamang who was running the motor very fast.

"Hi! Can you slow down?" scold a man who drives a black Avanza.

The Mamang did not heed the man's reprimand. It must meet the demands of its consumers in order to reach its destination.

Right in a big market. The woman who looks like Mila. Suddenly disappeared. And then and there. The mamang directly braked the motor.

"Huh. Where'd it go?" The Mamang muttered.

"We'd better get down here!" intana shouted loudly enough because the boisterous sound of people passing by in the market was quite crowded.

"Mom, where are you going. This is Mom's market!" yelled the Mang ojek the same thing with Intana he spoke quite loudly.

"Mangs! Is there a home in this market? I mean some kind of village!"

"There's Mom. Come aboard. Mang will show!"

Intana back up on the bike. And quickly the Mamang turned the direction of the motor towards the back of the market. All he knows. Behind the market is one house at the other end of the market. It could be the woman in white clothes heading there.

And sure enough, right at the end of the market there is a pretty big house located about twenty meters from the seller meatballs carts that go there.

Intana quickly told Mang ojek to stop the bike.

"Mang Has. Just stop! I'll just come down here" said Intana while continuing to tidy up her scruffy hijab due to the wind that was quite strong when she took the motorcycle.

"Yes ma'am, all right."

"Mang, can you wait here, I'll walk to that house. Later I give more fare," said Intana as she walked slowly to the end of the house and there was only one house there. And he's sure. Mila's headed for the house. There were two motorcycles parked in the distance.

Intana can't be rash. To make the plan work without Mila knowing.

It just so happened to be exactly twenty meters into the house. There's a cart basooman selling there.

Intana then called the taxi driver.

"Came here!"

Mang ojek went straight to Intana.

"Yes Mom."

"Mangs. While waiting, we eat baso first here, huh? My stomach is hungry" Intana said as she walked slowly toward the baso. The only ones covered in tarps and plastic chairs were four lined up there.