Fondled Passion 3 Cogan
Stirring at His House

The head feels like it has been made seven circumferences, because it must start from where to look for traces of the employer. In the contents of the head has been circling around guessing whether this has anything to do with Joan, but behind it there is doubt in the heart, fearing if it is not Joan who did it.

I've driven the car to Joan's residence, to find out if there's any truth to it if Non Dilla's there.

Slowly, my car was brought forward when I got near the luxury home complex owned by Joan. I'm trying to get my machine shut off, which is parked right in front of the neighbor's house.

"It's weird, why are these nights Joan's house so many people. What's up, huh? How does it seem like everyone is busy working on something?" Bathin heart wondered, when the netra staring at people was busy passing by doing something important.

I'm trying to get my foot down, to try to figure out what's really going on.

I have covered my face, so that it is not known about the disguise during the investigation.

"Sorry, Mas. Can I ask you something?" Introgate one of the men who came out of Joan's house, while seeming to be taking out the trash.

Eyes traced the items that the man was about to throw away, which seemed to be knickknacks of a house decoration.

"Aah .. What is this? Strangely right, why are the nights of Joan's house decorated? what's the matter?" The strange heart wonders.

"Yes, Mas. What's up, huh?" answer the man I stopped.

"I just want to ask. What's really inside? How much of a race? Looks like there's an important homeowner show inside?" ask directly.

"Oh, yes, my. Indeed, inside is decorated with trinkets, which seems to be a sacred event and if not wrong tomorrow afternoon takes place," explained the man I asked.

"What do you mean, Mom? If you can tell, what event? How does it seem so important?" ask me again, because I feel so curious.

"The event that has this house tomorrow afternoon will hold an ijab Qobul aka married?" the answer.

"What?" My surprise.

"That bill, Mom."

"Who is the bride then?Do you know the bride?" manya curious.

"Sorry, Mas. I don't know. If you want to know more, you can go inside and ask yourself," he replied honestly.

"Oh, yes, my. I will ask later. Then I thank you in advance for giving a little information about the owner of this house" I said.

"Yes, equally. Then excuse me first," Masnya want to say goodbye.

The mind drifts unnoticed. Fear that the shadow will come true. If indeed inside is the employer, it must be very disappointing because there is no permission from the orantu.

"Oh .. oh, yes!" my answer came from the daydream.

The man I had asked, had now reentered Joan's house, while I stepped away to try to calm myself down first, thinking about what I should do next.

"Oh my God, what really happened? Is Joan really getting married? But why all of a sudden? Does this have anything to do with non-Dilla? Ahhh .. whether I had misjudged Joan, but this heart was sure to say that non Dilla must have something to do with Joan's sudden marriage. I have to find out the truth?" a fussy heart that guesses.

For a long time this self was just waiting in the employer's car, to wait for a lonely situation at Joan's house.

"Yes, I hope I can find out more details. Hopefully the woman who will be the bride is non Dilla, so you can save her now," Steadiness wants to move knowing and helping.

The wait was finally sweet, when everyone one by one had started walking out.

Kakipun had gotten out of the car, and was now trying to step closer to Joan's fence. The soles of the feet slowly began to measure the fence, so as not to make a sound when entering the courtyard of Joan's house.

Carefully walk until I make it so as not to make a sound, which is to walk slowly but stepping wide. From a distance from the courtyard of Joan's house, now the netra has focused on looking towards the upper window, which is showing the image of a man, has lingered in the room as if talking to someone.

"Definitely non Dilla is in that room? I had to go there by climbing the fence of the house pole," the murmur spoke, with the netra busy looking up at the shadow of the man.

Not much time has the shadow been lost, and I did not waste the opportunity to immediately approach the pillar of the house to climb. Slowly but surely, finally this self reached the last port of a room on the second floor. Hands trying to shake the window, to find a gap whether this self can enter what not?.