Earth Without Dusk
89. Who's Spying on me?

“Where are you going these nights, Nesya?” adrian asked Nesya who had just come out of her room dressed as if she was going to party.

“Oh, here, there's my birthday friend, Pa. So I want to go there,” answered Nesya who of course lied.

“Ke club?” guess Adrian.

“Not, Pa. His birthday at the cafe kok.” He lied twice.

“Back not too late. The weather is not good either. Remember, now you've become the fiancee of Mr. Aergantara's son. Not only the good name of the Wijaya family that you have to take care of, but the good name of the Dirgantara family as well,” said his father advised.

“Iya, Pa. Papa don't worry. I'm just leaving for a minute anyway. Yes already, I go first yes, Pa,” say goodbye Nesya then leave her home.

Actually Adrian felt very worried every time he saw Nesya wandering these nights. But Nesya was also not a child anymore which she could ban the hard way. His family has also just returned to harmony. So for now, Adrian can only remind his daughter to be more careful in getting along.

That night, of course, no friends had birthdays. He also did not go to the cafe but instead went to his subscription nightclub. There were some friends waiting for his arrival.

“Sorry, I'm late. You guys have arrived since, huh?” nesya asked and sat on the sofa with her friends.

“Not really. It's only been half an hour. You've rarely been seen coming here lately. Did your fiance start banning you from going out at night?” ask one of his friends.

Hah, my fiancee's boro-boro wants to ban me. Care about me no! Good thing handsome and rich. Otherwise, I've left it a long time ago. Nesya in the heart.

“No, not him. But Papaku. My papa asked me not to go out often at night,” Nesya replied and then drank the drinks that had been prepared for him.

“Of course your Papa forbids you. You're the future wife of the Aerospace family, a distinguished family here. You should be nice like a king's daughter, not even clubbing like this,” said another friend while chuckling.

“It's boring. I'd rather be like this. Free to be myself,” Nesya said as she sipped back the drink in her hand.

Soon another one of Nesya's friends named Catherine. He is an artist and also the owner of the club. Catherine called Nesya to speak to her with four eyes.

“What's up, Cath? Why is it so serious that you want to talk to me like this?” ask Nesya curiously.

“Look, I got information from one of my employees here. He said last week someone asked about you. He asks if you come here often or not. Even he had wanted to see CCTV footage of this club,” replied Catherine.

“Then? You gave it?” asked Nesya with worry.

“Of course not. I can't possibly give it to her. For that, I think you should be careful, ” replied Catherine.

“Thank God you didn't give it. Could have been my behavior all this time exposed. I don't know how many times I kissed Marcel at this club. My family's big name and my fiance's family could be damaged because of that,” Nesya said seriously.

“Marcel? You still the same crossbred guy? You've got a fiancee,” asked Catherine.

“My engagement where to clubbing like this. He's too plain. Later after marriage let me teach you a little more naughty,” replied Nesya while chuckling.

“Marcel is just a fun partner. No more,”.

“Partner bed do you mean?” ask Catherine bluntly.

“You know that!” answer with cuek.

“My advice, you're more careful. It could also be that the man who yesterday found out about you was your fiancee's man. Or it could be the paparazzi who want to destroy your family's good name,” advises Catherine.

“If my fiancee, it seems impossible. He doesn't like to interfere in my personal affairs,” Nesya argued.

“Then who do you think?”

“Most paparazzi. If so, I just pay with money. Done it. They are looking for news like that most to chase money alone right?”

“Maybe. But remember, be careful again!” catherine's advice.

“Yes already, I just wanted to say that. I want to say hello to my other guests first,” say goodbye to Catherine and then leave Nesya.

Nesya was silent for a moment. Honestly, he was also curious about someone who was trying to find out about him. But who is that guy? I don't think he has any enemies. Is it possible that it's an Earth man like Catherine said it was? Ah, it's impossible. Just care not for him, how could Earth want to painstakingly have people spy on him, Nesya thought.

Suddenly his phone rang. It says Marcel's name on the screen. Nesya smiled and answered a call from Marcel.

“Hallo.”

“Hallo, Baby. Where are you?” marcel asked in his typical seductive voice.

“Without needing me to answer, you can definitely guess where I am. You can't hear music this loud?” Nesya started fishing for Marcel.

“Sure I know, Baby. I only tested your honesty,” replied Marcel while chuckling.

“You're wasting your time calling me,” said Nesya.

Suddenly...

“Awwhhh..” Nesya screamed as someone hugged her from behind. That man is none other than Marcel.

“Marcel, you're so naughty!” hardik Nesya's.

“Sorry, Baby. I miss you so much,” Marcel said as he sank his face on Nesya's shoulder.

Nesya let go of Marcel's hand in his stomach and turned to look at Marcel.

“You can't wait once, tomorrow night we'll have fun in your apartment,” Nesya said as she poked her hand against Marcel's neck.

“Ah, very long time. How about we just do tonight?” bargain Marcel.

“Can't, Marcel. I promised my dad I'd be home soon tonight. Patience briefly. Tomorrow you can have me completely.”

“Promise?”

“Yes, I'm promise.”

Marcel smiled happily. Without hesitation he kissed the lips of the woman in front of him brutally. Nesya also did not remain silent. He also returned every kiss from Marcel.

Czechoslovak. Czechoslovak. Czechoslovak.

The man and woman who are fond of making out are not aware if there is someone there who took a picture of them secretly and then sent it to Jefri.

Jefri, who had just been lying on his bed, woke up when he heard his phone shake. He immediately checked the incoming message.

“Cih, sia-lan! It's disgusting! Just dirty my eyes! This way I slept. Tomorrow I'll tell this to Mr. Bumi.”

Jefri put down his cell phone and went back to lying on his bed.

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