BULE NYSAR SO REBUTTAL
Friend Or Enemy

Already stuck, the two camps who know each other but do not get along with each other must meet each other in an unexpected place. I don't know what kind of relationship is mentioned for them, because every time they meet, the two camps always fight but never attack each other.

The two camps in question are Ken's camp and Josh's camp. Either there is a grudge what they have, but certainly both can sometimes be like enemies, but often they are like friends. Depending on the circumstances they face.

Mike himself who is on the neutral side is often caught off guard by his second attitude. As it is now very certain that Mike will often face frustration over the meeting of the two people. As is the case today, the two men are engaged in a debate, and Mike just watched with the locals who had accompanied the two shopping boules.

"You better go, Ken! Before you end up in my hands!" threaten Josh. Smooth but pretty scary.

"Hahaha .. Can you do that? Looks like there's something you're hiding until you kick me out, Josh? Aren't you afraid that I'd tell Red and Smitt what you're doing right now?"

Josh wasn't scared, but he smiled. "Didn't you love to complain, Ken? Maybe if it wasn't for your complaint, someone would still be alive today."

Ken looked up at Josh. His face was suddenly filled with anger just because of Josh's words that sounded insinuating about something Ken had done. Judging from the look on his face, Ken seemed to be offended by what Josh said. But it did not last long, because a few moments later the look on Ken's face changed with a cynical look.

"Is that the only weapon you can use, Josh?"

Josh was grinning. "At least I'm not a crook who causes a friend to die in vain!"

Ken sontak. His anger came back he showed. However, before he vented his anger, Mike immediately took action to prevent something unwanted from happening.

"Hey! Enough already! Are you going to continue acting like a child? Josh, we better go. It's dark. And you, Ken, go home! It's up to you to do what to us. I'm sick of hearing your threats!"

Mike immediately pulls Josh's hand towards their car. While Ken was fixated with a gaze that could not be interpreted. I don't know what Ken's gonna do with those two bulls, but for now Ken's gonna investigate where Josh and Mike live. Whether it has to do with the blue moon diamond or not, but Ken must act immediately.

After a few hours later, Josh and Mike have now arrived at their destination. Because the goods are bought quite a lot and the day is dark, the two Caucasians leave their groceries at the car owner's house. Josh and Mike just brought home some of their personal belongings and also that much needed stuff like security.

"Sir, you guys just got home?" ask Mr. Kades who happened to be sitting in front of his porch.

"Of course there is. The man from the widow's cabin was here, come on, you guys" replied Mr. Kades, then he grabbed the package that was on the table. "There's a note from them. Dinner for you guys."

Mike accepted it. "Thank you, sir. Then excuse me first, because I have to go to the widow's cottage. Tonight it's my job to stay there."

"Oh that? Alright. Please."

The two bushes immediately moved towards his residence. Without resting first and just changing clothes, Mike immediately prepared himself to go to the Widow's cottage.

"Aren't you in the shower?"

"No need. Shower there later. Shower or not shower, women will still like it. So no need to worry."

"Curtain! Yes, it's gone. Don't forget, send one girl to keep me company, Mike."

"okay."

Mike immediately went to the widow's cottage which was quite close. It did not take long, once Mike arrived, his arrival was immediately welcomed warmly by the widows.

"Circuits tonight, sir bule won't come here?" ask one of the widows to immediately pull out his flirtatious side.

"Come dong. It's my responsibility" Mike replied.

The atmosphere of the widow's cottage grew warmer with the arrival of the bule. While not far from the cottage, there were three people who were moving to attack.

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