FORCED CHEATING
204UTILIZE OPPORTUNITY

After returning from Mr. Husein's residence, Ramzi did not return to the office. He chose to lock himself in his room until late afternoon. He really didn't expect his household problems to be this trivial. Ramzi is very sorry with his attitude which is indeed not have a stand. As a husband, he cannot stand on his own feet. His regret is increasingly royal when he remembers his prospective baby who is in the womb of Sofi. He material has never stroked Sofi's stomach just to greet her with her baby as many other prospective fathers do.

“Arrrrgh...!” Ramzi shouted furiously then with a single swipe of his hand he had torn apart everything on his desk.

The noise created did not escape the attention of someone who had been watching him. Who else if not Gerald the butler. Worried that something might happen, Gerald knocked on Ramzi's door.

Ramzi returned to his consciousness, he opened the door with eyes holding back anger.

“What's up?” Stupid question.

“Ap-do you need something?” Gerald was a little stuttered.

“Abviously I called you?” Fierce Ramzi then accidentally hit the tall body of Gerald that blocks his way. Ramzi headed for the elevator down to the second floor.

The head of the floater let out a long breath. Immediately he reached into his salary after seeing the state of his young master's room that was ravaged.

“I'm already on my way home. Soon until.” Said Mr. Alatas when Gerald preached it.

Gerald immediately ordered the waiter to clean Ramzi's room while he himself again stalked the young master.

“Master Ram is in his old room.” Answer one of the servants he asked.

Like a self-styled FBI agent, Gerald stuck his earlobes tightly to the door of Ramzi's room on the second floor. Lonely, no sound or movement whatsoever. Perhaps the young master was now on a break. But as if not too satisfied, Gerald still faithfully close himself to the door of the young master's room.

Chequelek

Whoa…! hup!

Gerald's body somewhat staggered towards Ramzi as Ramzi suddenly opened the door. Gerald fell down, his face was instantly pias. Quickly he fixed his position.

“What are you doing here?” Ramzi with an angry face. “You spied on me?”

“Not so Sir. I ... only worry about Mr. Ram's situation.” Gerald tried to explain.

“Go from here! Don't try to stalk me!” Banish Ramzi.

BRUG!

Ramzi slammed the door violently.

Gerald wiped his dewy forehead, with a steady step immediately he went down the stairs and saw his great master just arrived.

“Where's Ram?” Ask Mr. Alatas.

“There's in his old room, Mr.”

Mr. Alatas linked the two bases of his eyebrows.

“I mean, Mr. Ram was in the room he occupied with Mrs Sofi first.”

Mr. Alatas snorted violently. “Tell me if dinner is ready.” Gegas Mr. Alatas headed for his room.

Gerald nodded obediently. He knew there would be a trial of a defendant at the dinner table tonight.

Ramzi felt the joy of his heart become more and more when he remembered the memories in every corner of his room. He imagined all the adorable behavior of his wife. Her seductive passionate pretty face, her wave curls, her two ping pong ball eyes, the soft caress of her lentic fingers, the glittering smile on her beautiful lips, ahhhh…. Ramzi is like being dragged in the passage of time and threw it on all the sweet memories without him knowing all that was just a fake played by Sofia the super drama queen.

Ramzi stroked delicate bed linen cherry fruit motif in soft pink, Sofi's favorite color. They have gone through many fierce struggles that ended with enjoyment on it. Only Sofia can make him drunk on the bed. Even only Sofia is able to devour her burning cassava with a humbling sensation that causes endless opium. Aiiih. cassava burn again..🤭

Ramzi's head suddenly pulsated (clear he cassava grilled long ago taken😥), his steps dragged towards the balcony door. He fluttered the curtains that blocked him and opened the door with a melancholic face like the prince who had just left the princess of dreams.

“Sofia...., Where are you now?” ramzi's blank gaze glared in either direction.

The breeze of the twilight breeze adds to the emptiness of the heart that is missing the lover. A bird passes back to the nest. The fading red sky slowly changed a dark color. Ramzi moved along with the ringing sound of his cell phone.

“Halo”

“Master, I have not managed to find your wife. But I managed to find his car.”

The dug dug dug dug….

Ramzi's heart was hit with thousands of hammers. Not only shock, but the suspicion of bad events instantly grabbed his mind.

What happened to Sofi? His car was found but Sofi wasn't there? Rusar Inner Ramzi.

“A-what happened to my wife? Don't tell me she ....” Ramzi could not continue his sentence. His legs were suddenly weak, his net was heating up. Ramzi limpung looking for a handle, he rests on the door frame trying to keep his consciousness.

“Mobil your wife I found was in one of the second car show rooms downtown. Looks like your wife just sold it.” The sound of a cross that instantly made Ramzi's strength recover and a sigh of relief filled his chest cavity. Oh. thank goodness...

“Sofia sell her car?” Ramzi murmured, the curious feeling of what happened to his wife now re-nesting filled his mind.

“True, Sir. According to the owner of the show room, your wife just sold it a few hours ago and she bought a car that was much cheaper there.” Reveal the voice across again. “After I send you a picture of your wife's car, so you can check the truth, Mrs.”

Connection terminated. Ramzi immediately received one incoming message.

“Truely this car Sofia.” Ramzi muttered after checking his police number. The black BMW 320i car was originally her engagement gift to Sofi. With pongah Sofi refused, but Ramzi still gave it on their wedding day as one of his dowry in addition to gold bars that can make the sagging heart move to the stomach.

“But why did Sofia sell it and buy another cheaper car? Does he need money?” Ramzi continues to guess the reason Sofi sold his luxury car. If that's the reason Ramzi can't forgive himself for abandoning his wife.

Has Bang forgotten you? That's the Sopee how full you don't live out his inner birth, use nanya why else, amnesia what's missing your memory? The same as yak? Ehe! 😅

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It has been a long time since the departure of Udin Bu Een was not excited when the morning arrived. Let alone to take care of the store, doing homework alone he was overwhelmed. And actually this morning he was lazy to open the store because his joints felt sore and bruised, the scar of the fall was again painful. Ms. Een is just a slipper in the living room sofa. But one pounding door made him careless, forced Bu Een to slowly walk forward.

Chequelek

Ms. Een opened the door and found the look of her nongol neighbors.

“What the hell is it? Really early morning gedor home people?” Omel Bu Een is upset.

“You want to buy rice ma'am, how to tumben this hour has not opened the store?” Ask Romlah.

“Today I close, want to rest.” Ketus Bu Een's.

“Yes, don't dong Bu. rice I'm abis nih, my husband wants to go to work I haven't cooked rice.”

“Not my business!”

“Yeah Mom, I want to buy you don't want to owe!” Romlah is a little upset.

“Buy it a lot, if only about two kilos anyway I males!” Ketus Bu Een again.

“Buy one sack. Here's the money!” Reply Romlah by showing off some money in his wallet.

Finally Miss Een wants to also open the shop even though with a slightly dragged step. “Tuh! Take it yourself there!” point the original Bu Een to the corner after opening the shop.

The Romlah was confused. “Which side is Bu?”

“It in ...”

WAKWA!

Zonk! Let alone a sack, a grain of rice was not there sodara-sodara. Ms. Een gawking be**, she forgot that her rice stock ran out.

“Oh, I forgot to shop rice.” Said Ms. Een.

“Ya already that I bought boiled noodles aja deh same telor.” Romlah went looking for chicken eggs, but also empty, he moved to the shelves of instant noodles are usually lined up neatly, but it turns out zonk too and only leaves a few packs of fried noodles. “Telor does not exist, Noodle decoction also does not exist, Bu?” Ask Romlah.

“That's what?”

“This fried noodle, Mom."

“Same right? The important thing is the title of noodles!”

“My husband doesn't like fried noodles.”

“Brank song of your husband! Equally want to be ground into waste also use picky everything!” Ms. Een even nagged on her husband Romlah who clearly did not know his business.

“Ya already that I pinjem rice Bu Een aja deh, hunt this afternoon!” Cetus Rome.

“Enak aja pinjem-pinjem, you think like pinjem flip-flops?”

“Eeh, I mean buy. I pay for this, Miss Een must have rice supplies right at home?”

Bu Een thought for a moment, he did still have a stock of rice at home, but it was for his own supplies either until when, when, he also did not shop all the goods in his store because no one drove him shopping to the city, while he himself could not drive a car, riding a motorcycle was not possible because it brought a lot of groceries.

“Where's Mom? still have rice stock right at home?” Romlah asked back.

“It has, but not for sale!”

“Yeah, I want to buy not want to ask for Bu!”

“Kalo I don't want to sell, what do you want?” Miss Een kekeh.

“Stars are stingy! Heartless! same neighbors themselves!” Romlah expressed the frustration he had been detained since.

“Kok you even nagata-ngatain me anyway? It's up to me dong, my rice. Neighborly base has no rules!” Reply Miss Een was no less upset.

“Bu Een has no heart! Without humanity! Same with the neighbors! be careful if it is difficult do not ask for help with me!”

“Eeh, maap maap ya, I would like to ask for help with you! I can be alone. When have I ever asked you for help? Never!” Bu Een's emotions peaked. “Go there! Ud disturb people rest even nagging again! Your insolent base, Romlah!”

“Oke, I'm leaving! But Miss Een remembered my words well. I will not nolongin mom if Bu Een there is nothing!”

“Cih! I also do not want to be helped by your model neighbors!”

Romlah also went with an incredible lodging. While Ms. Een also still seems to nag while closing the store again. He intends to rest himself rather than open a shop but make his blood tension rise.

“Who does he think he is? Pake sok ngancem me all, I do not need the help of the pompous Roman macem! you're a neighbor songong! the blagu! don't know the rules....”.

SREETS

NGIIKS….

“AAAWW.......!!!” Ms. Een screamed how to break the peace of the morning to make the neighboring chicks who were scavenging the land for food running around the rangy ridge.

Bu Een's right hand just clamped the rolling door. His fingers suddenly bruised red orange yellow green purple. Ms. Een felt excruciating pain, wanted it to feel like she was crying but had to look left right first, even if someone saw it! Miss Een wants to be angry but who is angry? he was only able to look at the fingers of his swollen right hand as if it had turned into an all-round thumb.

Patience Yes Bu ... This is a test 🤣🤭

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“Pak, today we have an agenda with Mr. Mayor.” The secretary reminded Danar who was about to get out of his chair.

“Just you go, I need.” Danar took his coat on the back of the chair.

“But Sir ..”

“Neaseless need to protest. I believe you can handle it.” Danar cuek said outside the room by swinging a steady step attaching a suit on his left arm.

The secretary was suddenly struck with nervousness, how could he leave without the boss? He glanced at his watch, there was still about half an hour left. He chased after Danar. in vain, a well-built man who was still in complete turmoil had disappeared swallowed by the elevator door.

Danar put his suit into the motorcycle seat, immediately he took his motorcycle to the store. Ari was quite surprised by the arrival of Danar, because the lunch hour had passed since then and the clock back home from work was still not the time.

“Mas...”.

“Do not ask much!” As if Danar knew the contents of Danar's head, he continued walking towards his room in the back.

Not only Ari was astonished, some other employees also seemed curious why the boss appeared at this hour with a sour look. Their astonishment was answered when Danar reappeared, having changed his clothes. He's headed for the pantry.

His brown irish swept a look at all the faces that the lady looked to her.

“Why on this kayak? Working work ...” Tukas Danar on Ari and his friends. They also return to their respective fertility, except Ari.

“This Mas ..” Ari gives an apron to Danar.

Danar just looked at him. “Make what?”

“Terasat Mas Danar, make bandaging the wound of the heart can also. Hehehe Ari cengenesan's.

“You yes...” Danar has almost sailed his death but Ari hung his head with both hands.

“Ampun Mas, geez..”.

“You are real! From yesterday I kept on. Thought I was messing around yeah, I cut your salary really later!” Fierce Danar.

“Don't dong, Mas. Sorry..., it was just kidding Mas.” Ari put on a hard-setting look.

“Bikinin Americano!” Tell Danar while turning the steps.

“Coffee, Mas?” Ask Ari plain.

“Es doger!” Annoyed Danar towards the mini stage that has been some time lately just as a decoration, he no longer performs there because of his busyness in the office. Even with his other friends who used to play music there just to channel hobbies, the mini stage was long enough, so no wonder when some pairs of eyes found Danar rising to the top of the mini stage, they immediately applauded.

Though Danar has not yet done anything, just rose doang. Duh, if the charm of the star is that! his aura has spread everywhere.

“Nyanying singing ...” Some visitors to the compakan store give all.

Danar just threw a smile, his fingers began to dance on the keyboard keys YAMANA played the intro of a ballad song, but only a few seconds he cradled the visitors of the store with his shrewdness playing keyboar, and he was still playing, the phone in his jeans pocket trembled spoiled making him stop the action.

“Yeah ...” Disappointment was heard from the visitors.

Danar got off the mini stage knowing that the one who called him was Miss Elin.

“Ke home mom now!” Tell Ms. Elin once Danar receives her call.

Without daring to refute, Danar immediately stepped in to obey the orders of his mother.

“Mas, where are you going?” Ari's astonishment comes with a cup of Americano.

“I go first.”

“Terus, this is the coffee?”

Danar ignored, he continued to walk out and left with his motorbike no matter Ari who was still astonished.

Ten minutes drive, Danar's motorbike reached the spacious courtyard of Bu Elin's house. It circulates a view, a lush green garden full of various flowers and ornamental plants.

Good, no guests. Then mom told me not to come here to see someone. Danar's slightly traumatized inner self thought Grace was coming back to her mother's house to see her. Danar immediately entered with a feeling ready to be searched with a series of questions.

Bi Narih told me that Ms. Elin was waiting in her study. Danar came in after knocking on the door. The spacious room painted white bone with citrus aroma was immediately welcoming the arrival of Danar.

“What mother told me to come here?” Danar saw his mother struggling with a laptop there.

“Sit.” Tell Ms. Elin to be cold.

“Kalo mom called me just to ask me why I didn't want to go see the mayor, preferably Mom...”.

“Mommy hasn't said anything why are you prejudiced?” Bu's sharp glances made Danar throw his butt in Bu Elin's front seat.

Ms. Elin closed her laptop, showing serious mimicry. “Mother watch your work lately fall apart.”

“Yes, I know. I was wrong.” Danar.

“Don't tell me your performance is down because there's no Via in the office.”

Danar sighed harshly, throwing his gaze in any direction. “This has nothing to do with Via. Anyway I approved his resignation.”

“So you have another reason?”

“Heh.." Danar let out a long sigh. "I'll fix it.” He got up wanting to leave his mother's room as soon as possible.

“Danar, wait!” Miss Elin stood up. “Because you're getting overwhelmed at your job, mom raised Grace to be your personal assistant.”

WAAAAT???

Instantly Danar was stunned. “What's Mom? Personal asisiten?” Danar nodded in disbelief. “I don't need asisiten, I already have a secretary.”

“Not enough with that, you should be more ...”

“Ngot Bu!” Reject Danar raw. “I don't want Grace working with me.”

“But Grace has agreed with mother.” offer Connect Miss Elin.

“Obviously he agreed, he deliberately wanted to be near me, Mom!”

“Because he still loves you, Danar.”

“Quite Mom, if mom forces Grace to be my assistant, I quit the company today too.” Firm Danar.

Miss Elin was silent. It was unexpected that he would get a strong rejection from Danar. His decision to involve Grace in the company turned out to be a big mistake. Danar would rather take it all off than be in an office with Grace.

“Danar, why are you so stubborn. Open your heart, forget Via and take Grace back.” Sura Bu Elin pleaded.

“Bu, I told you about Via, don't reveal him again because I know he won't be mine. But if mom keeps forcing me to use Grace to make me forget Via, it makes it even harder for me to forget.”

“But why Danar? Wouldn't every lost love be replaced by another?” Miss Elin half forced.

“I don't love Grace anymore.” Danar.

“Don't be selfish Danar. Please let me calm down in the old days your mother, your father and your father must also feel that way. We just want to see you happy with a woman who will win your life.”

“But it's not Grace the guy's Bu!” Clamoring to his opinion.

“Oke, I'll find another woman then.”

“What other women will you force me to do? Yesterday Riri, now Grace, is Bi Narih tomorrow?” Half annoyed Danar again threw his butt up on the chair.

“Mother seriously, Danar!”

“I'm even more serious, Mom!” Danar got up and pulled his hair. “I can't keep setting-up like a child. I want to live on my own feet. If you force me to accept Grace, I'll really be back home from the company.” Tagas Danar is back.

“Danar, Mom ..”

Danar raised his hand hinting that his mother would not continue speaking. Diraihnya both shoulders of the mother with a gaze full of confidence “JIka mother worried about the company, mother can lift Grace to take care of the company all. Make him CEO.”

“Danar, you misunderstood.” Miss Elin looked at him.

“I'm willing to give up my hands, Mom. for the good of the company.” Danar reviews the smile.

“But that's not what mom meant.” Ms. Elin shook her head against Danar's hand.

“The company does need intelligent people like Grace, I'm sure the company will be more advanced.”

“You have completely misunderstood mother's intentions. I don't want Grace to take your place, I just want her to help you.” Miss Elin explained.

“Same. And I don't mind at all. I'd better talk about this with Rian.”'s dad Danar rubbed his mother's arm. “I go first, Bu.” Danar stepped out leaving Bu Elin who stood with a hoax, his good intentions turned out to be a boomerang for himself.

Danar knew his mother had absolutely no intention so far, Danar only took the opportunity to escape completely from all the burdens that plagued his mind. Danar is relieved, very relieved. Instead his mother has opened the way for him to return to his original life.

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Finally got up too, hehe…..😁😁

Weekend gini is usually a busy othor work holiday with domestic cooperation that has been neglected for 5 days. But it turns out othor can also miss this chapter although it may be a bit messy yaa.. 😅😅.

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Sorry if there is a typo and some miss yes. don't forget also the audio book was forced to cheat by Chen Liong's sister ya..😍😍.

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