Dear Wife Young Master Arrogant
67. Salsa Trap

Rayhan stared at Salsa who was now, stealing a glance at her. The man picked up a glass containing a coloured drink and drank it, as well as along with other co-workers who were at the hotel.

Construction of the project will stop soon, because the building is almost finished for the whole. Until now, they had all celebrated at the hotel for dinner and drinks together, enjoying near-eye-point success.

Salsa smiled obliquely, having managed to mix something into the man's drink. He's been impatient, for tonight, because everyone will be staying there, including Rayhan.

While Glen, standing not far from them, watched the movements of the woman did not know herself in silence, and did not want to act far, before being ordered.

"Young Master, your wife wasn't invited here?" ask one of them to look at Rayhan.

In the heart of Salsa, it was very happy, because it meant that the man did not always want to be with his wife, so as not to get tired of keeping the beauty pretender, and also could not use make-up.

She was actually beautiful, yet could not take care of herself. Soon, Rayhan will be hers, although she will have to be a second wife, but slowly she will destroy their household, and she will be the only woman in Rayhan's life.

"My wife's at home."

They looked at each other and nodded their heads. Starting to understand, why the young master did not take his wife to go outside because it was not good for pregnant women, let alone the young pregnant lady.

"You, are the dream man, Young Master. Loving a wife with all my heart. Definitely young mistress, would be so lucky to have, you."

Salsa who heard this clenched her hand. She doesn't like it, everyone gives praise to Rayhan, for loving her so much.

They all stared at Salsa, who accidentally put down the spoon with a little rough, so it sounded very loud.

"Mom Salsa is okay?"

"No! I'm just jealous, with Mr. Rayhan's story with his wife."

They whispered to each other, because it turned out that the woman was not as good as she thought she was. Although beautiful and always polite.

"I mean. I envy, because I have not found a mooring, to be invited, to knit the story until the end of life."

"I'm sorry, Miss Salsa. It's not that you've always turned down any man who wants to, you?" They began to corner Salsa.

Some of the women started, looking at Salsa with different gazes.According to them, the woman secretly put her heart to the young master. Just look at his spiteful gaze when they were talking about the young master's wife.

"I don't want to rush.Its important, get a partner that I love and is also good."

"Mom Salsa. You better be careful. You will soon be very mature. Maybe you want to get married at fifty, huh?"

Salsa took a deep breath and exhaled her. These guys are so chatty. Just say, they are actually envious, right? With him more everything. Eating, always looking for his attention.

"Don't arrive, you're running for castor!No, now a lot, huh?An old virgin who did not sell, and eventually became a mistress. That's funny, huh?"

Salsa must be patient. Actually, who told them this, to say anything bad to him? The feeling, since yesterday no one dared to him, for being a respected superior. Maybe, because the work is about to end.

"Why silence Miss Salsa? feeling insinuated, huh? Or all your fancy stuff and expensive make-up, lest, the result of an old om-om."

"I'm sorry, I'm a successful career woman. So I never depend on anyone. Don't just accuse me!"

They looked at each other, and increasingly did not believe the woman in front of him.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Salsa. We were just kidding. Don't be so bad to us."

"I forgive you guys."

"You're very kind, Miss Salsa.Hopefully immediately get a really sincere husband to, you."

"Yes. I wish it was like that."

They eventually disbanded. Secretly, Salsa followed Rayhan's steps into the hotel room.

The man was seen touching his head, and was also dizzy.

Rayhan was about to close his room, but Salsa went inside and closed the door.

"How are you, Rayhan?"

The man stared intently at Salsa, who was about to further narrow the distance between them.

However, all of that did not last long, as Rayhan grinned and reached into something behind his suit.

"Ask the news, olympic friend?"

Salsa's body stiffened, as the knife Rayhan was holding now, would point to his heart. Maybe soon he'll die, after the man moves.

"I just want to make things clear."

"Too smart, it's not good.Until, you forget who your opponent is."

Salsa who felt unresponsive shed her tears. Not because his heart was sick, but his plan failed miserably, even now his life is in danger.

"Where's your weapon, Salsa?"

Salsa smiled brightly and confidently. "I've mixed sleeping pills in your drink. In a moment, you'll forget yourself and ask me to."

"Little woman."

Suddenly the sound of the door opened.Showing Glen who was now staring at the woman was concerned.

"It's not that easy to trap the young master, Ms. Salsa.You're still not aware, that it's all back to yourself."

Salsa felt confused and also her body started to daze.

"wasn't. You want to find a husband? Who had the first wife? And you, will be made a second wife, right?"

"I meanyou?"

Salsa, holding her head that feels pain and dizziness. But why is he suddenly like this.

The woman blinked her eyes, when she saw an old man, entered the room and looked at him lustfully.

Rayhan and Glen immediately got out of there, next locking the door for them to have fun.

"Stupid woman!" Rayhan said, and threw away the knife he was carrying, into the trash.

"His wish is realized, Young Master. She will be the second, even the third wife. I forgot the details."

"We're leaving this place."

***

Young Master. Someone's following us from behind."

Rayhan stared at the car glass in silence. They were different people, not the usual enemies he fought against.

Glen drove the car at high speed. However, it can be pursued by the car that is now in front of them at this time.

"Get out!" Snap them from out there, and bang on the glass violently.

Rayhan opened his car door, and immediately approached them with his dark aura, which would never be able to match them.

Someone got out of one of those fancy cars. He used a black eyeglass, with a mocking smile rising on his face, which was much different from what it used to be.

"How are you, honorable Young Master? Still shuffling, me? A teenage boy that you trampled a few months ago?"

"Or how is your wife?Beautiful woman, whom you snatched from me, with your power it is. That's great, isn't it?