FORCED CHEATING
163THE THREAT OF THE FORMER
Since Mirza's return, Via has been picked up by her beloved husband every day. It was certainly a gossip for Milen cs. Like this afternoon at the hour home, with to his paternal Milen deliberately watching Via. Vony and Cila who came later also stood watching near the door of the loby.
“We follow you yok, I wonder what his new gig is Via.” Cila Proposal.
“Alah, at most also not much different looks like Om Om the other day.” Vony sneer.
Milen rushes out the loby ahead of his two family friends. He walked quickly then hid behind one of the parked cars a little far from Mirza's car, ehh Om Jaka denk! Hehe….
“Len! Yes, waitin woi!” Cila immediately chased. Vony won't miss it either.
The actions of the three of them are exactly detectives with no work.
“Halo, Darling.” Mirza lowered her car window to greet the approaching wife.
“Pawn ya, Mas?”
“No, no 5 minutes.”
“I can drive ya? I'm going to take Mas somewhere.” Via Say.
“Where are you?” Mirza opened the door and walked out. “Mau ngajakin Mas sightseeing huh?”
“There's deh.” Via did not want to tell, they chatted for a while without knowing there were three heads watching them.
“Len! That's his new move Via?” Crazily squeezed Milen's arm as her eyes unblinkingly looked at Mirza.
“ISH! Pain, Cil!” Milen threw Cila's hand from her arm.
“Sorry sorry, his brother I was shocked to see the look of a guy. Really great Len.” Crazy anxious himself while continuing to pay attention to Mirza from behind the black sedan car where they lurk.
“Cakep from Hongkong? It looks like a guy who's so blurred, said cute! I think the fathers look too!” Vony sneer. “Cakean Pak boss everywhere dong.” Vony who immediately got a sharp look Milen.
“Sir boss got me!” Milen firmly, Vony immediately mingkem.
“Ish, the Via kok is so spoiled anyway! Basic ganjen!” Cila did not like to see Via who was chatting with Mirza while smiling. “Mas gondrong, mending with me aja ...”
“Ekhem!” One deheman makes the activities of Milen cs distracted. They compactly turn.
“Pa-Pack Danar?” Milen stammered because of his actions to be caught by the boss.
“You really don't have any work!” Danar stared at them intently because he knew what Milen cs was doing.
“Eum, we .. we are talking again Pak.” Cila quibble.
“You think I don't know?” Danar put on a cruel look. “Stop doing people's lives if you still want to work here!”
Milen cs immediately lowered his head not daring to say anything more, they were embarrassed half-empty because they were caught to Via again.
“Now step aside from my car!” Remove Danar.
New millennials realize that the car they use for shelter is their boss' car. Danar rushed in and slammed the door with a fierce look. Mirza and Via have also just left the parking lot.
Danar drove his car down a fairly crowded afternoon road in the return hours of work. A shadow of Via, who was spoiled with Mirza in the parking lot, just stopped in his mind. The handsome man now turned sour, his heart did not deny that he was jealous to see them.
Danar took a deep breath exhaling it violently as if he wanted to throw away all his mounds. A few minutes later, he grabbed his bangs dialing someone's number after putting on his headset.
“Hello, Ri. Can we meet?”
“(………………)”
“Let me pick you up in an hour.”
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After passing through a fairly strict examination, Hanson finally managed to also enter the house of the oil king like the sultan's palace.
“Please, Mr.” A waiter opened the guest door that was high and wide exactly the gate of independence of the Indonesian nation (🙄🙄) then led Hanson to the living room.
This is the second time he went to the house of the former alias Sofi. His first visit with Arumi some time ago, so he only care when he came alone.
“Please wait, Sir. Madam Sofi will be here any minute. “Ucap the waiter is friendly.
Hanson nodded in response. The waiter left, and soon Sofi showed up. His face stiffened when he found out who his guest was.
“You?” sofi said in shock.
Hanson stood up to greet the former with a smile. “Halo, how are you?”
“Can you come set foot again here?” Grumpy Sofi.
“Wow, your welcome is amazing Miss Sofia.” Hanson chuckled as if Sofi was being funny.
“Live on, quickly tell me what you want here?” Cynical Sofi.
“Can't we chat while sitting down and drinking coffee?”
“Quick say or I'll have the waiter drag you out of here!” Threaten Sofi.
Hanson looked at Sofi with a hard-to-understand look. “Ich will deinen Sohn." (i want your son).
Sofi. “What did you say?”
“Ich will dein Kind in deinem Leib." (I want the child in your womb). Repeated Hanson while staring at Sofi's stomach is still flat.
“Sinting!”
“You are crazy! Only for the sake of treasure are you willing to abort your womb!” Hanson Sarcas.
“Jaga speak! You know nothing.”
Hanson approached, putting on a furious face. “Der Fotus den du abgebrochen hast, ist mein Kind.“ (the baby you gave me is my son!“
"Curtain! So sure you!“ Sofi's reply was fierce. "He's not your son! He's a fruit of my love with the man I love, a good man is not a depraved man like you!“
Hanson gripped Sofi's arm roughly. "If I'm dead, then what are you?“
"Home!“ Sofi tried to release Hanson's grip. "You don't fuck around. I'll scream and you ...
"Drohe mir nicht!“ (don't threaten me.) Hanson's gaze drew sharp. "I will scream and expose your rot. This entire magnificent palace of yours will know who the real Lady Sofia Alta Husein is.“ Hanson releases his grip by pushing Sofi.
Sofi rubbed her reddened arm against Hanson's quarrel. "you've dumped me, then why did you suddenly come again to bring up the past?“
"I told you, I want your son!“
"I'm not going to give it. Who do you think you are to ask my son?“ Cynical Sofi.
"That's in exchange for my son you're throwing away.“
"I told you, he's not your son!“ Sofi.
"But I'm sure he's my son!“
"Whatever!“ Sofi turned around to leave Hanson. But Hnason quickly intercepted him.
"Surge!“ Sofi snapped rudely, her patience was up.
"You think I'm scared? Just do it, I don't care!“ Challenge Sofi.
"Then I will remove your fetus as well as you did to my son.“ Hanson Sering.
Suddenly Sofi was trembling. She couldn't imagine losing her baby a second time. And the risk this time it will be worse, she could be threatened to be kicked out of her husband's palace even though she has imagined her son will inherit all business kingdoms out of Alatas.
"hast du Angst?“ (You scared?) Hanson smiled. "Then, be careful, Lady Sofia.“ Hanson stroked Sofi's stomach with threatening eyes.
"Keep your hand!“ Sofi threw Hanson's hand. "You can't take it from me! Don't try touching it! Go you from here, go!“ Shouted Sofi loudly with a trembling body.
Gerald, the butler who had been hiding in the shelter immediately approached the madam, felt it was time to show his concern.
"Mrs! Is Madam okay?“ Gerald panicked.
"Set this guy!“ Sofi pointed at Hanson's face full of anger.
"Sir, what exactly happened?“ Gerald asked, pretending not to understand.
"It looks like Lady Sofia is just a little less visible. Shame so I excuse.“ Hanson said lightly and then passed with wide steps leaving Sofi who was still standing trembling with eyes condensing.
Hanson drove his car out of the oil king's palace with a smile. He believes Sofi will think about her threat. In any way Hanson had to get the baby in Sofi's womb, because of the trauma of the accident that he experienced in addition to causing the banana had not functioned, he said, it turns out that it has also caused a disruption in his fertility hormone although there is still a 20% chance he will have offspring, at least according to the doctor who handled it at that time.
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Via and Mirza are already in a restaurant eating their food while interspersed with small talk.
"Don't you eat here?“ Ask Via.
"Yes. How do you know this place, honey?“ Mirza asked back while continuing to chew.
"That time Bu Elin was invited here.“
Mirza. "Kirain magazine you want to make it to barber shop.“ Said Mirza then while grinning.
"Would you not want a haircut?“ Via pursed lips.
"Shave the beard with a mustache is it enough?“ Goda Mirza .
"It's less short, I'm amused if you kiss tau!“ Cebik Via who then hurriedly smothered his own mouth so consciously again in public places. Via then look left right, lucky visitors a little far from their table.
Mirza chuckled amusedly at the manner of his wife. Via then finished his meal.
"Mas, when are we going to Mom's house?“ Ask Via before sucking his drink.
"Later on, darling. I'm still tired.“ Mirza set aside her plate which was also barren.
"Was it been a few days home, the time has not been to the mother's house? I'm sick, Mas.“
"Sick?“ Mirza was a little surprised.
Via then recounted the incident of his wicked mother-in-law who fell into a ditch in the rice field and caused injuries to his legs and face. Via is always good, yes, still the same attention in-laws have been treated arbitrarily.
Mirza looked at Via's words. He did not have any more annoyance at his mother, but if he visited his mother with Via, he was not ready to see his wife being flayed continue with his mother.
TELOMERES .... TELOMERES .... TELOMERES ... THE TET!
The sound of Mirza's device broke their silence. Om Jaka called apparently.
“Halo, Assalamualaikum.”
“Wa aleikumsalam! Za, have you come back to not bother-ngabarin me?” Om Jaka's voice sounded annoyed across the street.
“Om Jaka already know from Via, why do you still have to be told?” Reply Mirza.
“Ye, I mean yes you tanyain keknews Om you this. You don't miss what's the same as me?”
“Not tuh.” Mirza replied, laughing.
“Songong lu!” Kesal Om Jaka's. “Ya I've played your place huh briefly back home from this store?”
“Eh, Where is Jaka now?”
“Gue keep his babe store Denaya in town. This is the distance from your home.”
“But I'm the same Via again not at home Om.”
“Where is emang? Gini afternoon is still over! Reciprocate, I want to leave again. You have to go home before I come!”
“Kok really maksa Om?” Mirza kesel Omnya began to look.
“Iya because I want to see you, we have not talked for a long time while chatting, hehe..” I Om Jaka honestly. “If I need to stay at your house so we can chat all night.”
“NGinep? Whoa, don't dong!” Sergey Mirza fast.
“Why?”
“Hmm, I'm busy Om.”
“It's unemployment, don't get busy you!” Om Om Jaka. “What's the big job like you?”
“Busy making kids.” Sahut Mirza who immediately got a pinch on his thigh because honestly very answer. Mirza grimaced.
“Why you? Definitely pinched bini you ya?” Guess Om jaka across the street as if he knows. “Say ama Via, I want to nginep. Tonight is a holiday first make his son.”
“Haduuuh, just interrupt this Om. I'm the same Via again very effort nih.”
“gue don't want to know, anyway I'm back to your house, nginep!”
NUT NUT NUT ……
“Hm! Basic Om Jaka!” Mirza grunted in annoyance.
“Om Jaka is not sought after Dena yes if nginep? Kan Dena again pregnant, where she said spoiled again the same Om Jaka?” Wonder Via.
Mirza just shrugged, resignedly.
The day is getting late, dusk is creeping slowly. Mirza and Via left the place even though they still want to linger there because the atmosphere of the restaurant is very comfortable. But rather than get a scolding of Om Jaka, they choose to go home soon. Via almost set foot in the car when he saw two people entering the restaurant from the other side.
Danar and Riri? Well, they're getting pretty tight. Good, I hope you can be really stupid.
“Honey! How to even bengong anyway?” Tegur Mirza who's been in the car. “Petan ride if we will not diomelin Om Jaka.”
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