Duda But Perjaka
[Season 2] CCTV

"Before leaving for your house, I delivered your letter to the hotel. Friska does not exist, he said he did take care of his hotel bokapnya outside the city," said Andra explained.

"Huh? Who's holding who?" as if. Chaca and Amel's mom came out. Chaca took her to the hospital cafeteria. Because he believes that Mama Amel has not had time to eat.

"Nothing, I put it on the desk just a letter," he answered looking at me.

Then Andra recounted the fateful incident that happened to him at the red light earlier. His car could not stop, Andra could not control it until it hit the bus from the opposite direction.

"How come? Not long ago I had serviced the car," I said with a waistline.

"That's why I said earlier, it looks like someone is deliberately trying to hurt you. But the guy didn't know it was me who was carrying it" he explained.

The police are investigating, and based on the evidence my car found there was sabotage. Search is still continuing.

"Possibly the biggest evidence in the hotel, Ndra. I have to go there now!" my hatch is leaving.

"Woi! Your wife!" he shouted as I held the doorknob.

I patted my cheek, how could I forget? Then I turned my steps and sat back on the sofa. Andra laughed at me.

"Maclum yes, just a few hours ago. Not used to it yet" I said looking for an excuse.

After a few minutes, Chaca and Mpa Amel returned to the room. Because there were no serious injuries, Andra was allowed to go home at that time. Chaca and I drove him first.

"I say goodbye to Ndra, sometime stop by," I said when the car had stopped in front of Andra's house.

"OK, careful. Thank you very much" Andra waved her hand in the air.

"Bye Ma'am, Mas Andra was cured, yes" said Chaca also waved.

I closed the car window and drove it back across the highway. My goal is to go to the hotel of course. This criminal act must be punished.

"Om, I want to go to Mother's grave," he said looking at me.

"Dear, will you now?" I stroked her cheek but still focused forward.

He nodded, and I finally obeyed him first. He was my priority. We stopped at the flower shop first. Chaca got down and bought a bouquet of white lilies.

The distance was close and we quickly reached the tomb. I went down first, then ran to open the door for my beloved wife.

"Thank you Om" he smiled softly.

Kuraih jemarinya, then I walked along the tomb. Until our steps stopped on a mound of land with a board that reads the name of Mother.

"Assalamualaikum Mommy," greeting Chaca crouched down put the bouquet of flowers earlier. Then he gently rubbed the tombstone. I read a prayer to him.

Chaca spoke as if she were talking to Mother. He was so excited to tell us about our happy day. Hope Mother also feels what we are feeling now.

After about half an hour, we decided to go home. Chaca still felt heavy leaving this place. I grabbed her shoulder, then took her to stand up.

"Mother, Chaca said yes. Chaca would come here a lot" he said, gently wiping the tomb board and kissing it.

We walked out under a deep orange in the sky. It's getting late afternoon. Holding the car door for Chaca, I sat down and drove back.

"Darling, we'll stop by the hotel for a second, okay?" I said without looking.

"Huh? Uh ... mmm, why not just at home?" nervous sahut.

I frowned. What's he thinking? Why that bunch? A smile I see on my lips.

"Yes we do it at home, I want to go to the hotel just want to check the CCTV anyway," I rubbed his head gently.

"Why don't you say it, Om!" she covered her face in shame.

I laughed, but he thought about it. "Darling, don't call Om dong. Not good to be bullied. Calling husband, Om anyway? Later I guess I cheated on you from the meeting," my reflex chuckle made him hit my arm slowly.

"Abroad! Keep calling what dong?" tanyanya seriously.

"Mmc ... Honey, Mas or whatever is as comfortable as you are," I said.

I laughed too, shaking her hair. We arrived at the hotel parking lot. I immediately went down and checked the CCTV. Chaca I brought here. I asked you to turn that record around a few hours ago.

My eyes are watching him. For almost 30 minutes, I saw someone tinkering with my car. It was clear that he looked around to make sure the situation was quiet. Unfortunately, he wears a mask.

"Stop! Start this minute and print until the person finishes his mission. If you need to zoom in, yes" my order was taken by a man who was in control of the CCTV section.

He was surprised to see it. I did not expect any criminal action to occur. Chaca looks very worried. He squeezed my fingers hard, maybe he was scared if I was driving that car.

"Om, I'm scared. I don't want anything to happen to you" he said softly but could still be heard.

I turned around, cupped both of his cheeks. Convince her if I'm okay. Next will be fine.

"Bandel yes, I told you not to call Om," I said pinching the tip of his nose.

"Sir, this is clearly visible motorbike and license plate," said the man while handing over several print sheets.

I took it and checked each picture. Of Antony's stature. I tracked down the license plate. Shitt's! Right, my phone screen shows Antony's name, address and vehicle description.

"Okay, thank you very much. It's late, I'll go home first. Come on, honey," I pulled Chaca's hand.

It was dark, so I decided to go home first. Poor Chaca must be tired.

"What would you like to eat?" bargain when the car is out of the hotel area.

"The seger-seger client, Om. Uh honey," he said stiffly.

"Okay Baby! The roadside doesn't matter, does it?"

Chaca nodded and smiled. I speed up the car to get there soon.

Now we've been sitting at the meatball booth. Chaca likes it, he said he has not eaten processed meat for a long time. Before long, the food was in front of us. Chaca was so excited then immediately tasted it.

"Where? It's delicious, isn't it?" my many.

"Dear, very nice thank you. I haven't eaten meatballs in a long time" she said, smiling very beautifully.

"Kiss dong first, thanks time doang?" my candaku propped up the chin with both hands and closed the eyes.

But it wasn't the kiss I got. In fact, a punch on my forehead with both chopsticks. I was surprised to open my eyes, rubbing my reddened forehead.

"Oh honey, it hurts. Very cruel persecution of the husband himself," I said flicking lips pretended to be angry.

Chaca immediately stood up closer, rubbing and blowing my forehead the former punch.

"Eat him don't be weird. In a public place too, shy dear," his grunts sat back down.

"Who should be ashamed Honey, we're husband and wife" I gulped iced tea in front of me.

"ah! Fecund. Let's go home!" Chaca quickly got up from her seat and walked quickly.

I immediately paid and pursued Chaca's steps. He was sitting in the car, I got in and sat behind the wheel.

"A impatient Chiye, ahemmm," my god kissed her cheek at a glance.

Chaca's face met, "Ihhh what the hell is Om! There!" Both of his hands pushed me. I laughed, I loved seeing her face look like that.

"Darling! I don't want to be called Om. If you call me that again, I'll eat you right now!" my grunts brought our faces closer.

"Yes, my dear!" his screams quickly pushed my body again.

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