FORCED CHEATING
91AMBROL

Lepas Isya Mirza and Via transfer event completed with the help of Om Jaka, Firman and Yanti.

“Please drink the coffee.” Yanti put three cups of coffee on the guest table she brought from the kitchen.

“Maxih ya, sorry already ngerepotin you.” Mirza.

“No papa, we can help you with the same Via. Aren't you, Mas?” Sahut Yanti while looking at her husband.

“Iya, the name is also the same temen, let alone we are already neighbors now.” Timpal Word's.

“It looks like you are the same Via would be more suitable to stay here, Za. Much safer.” Om Jaka commented a smile before reaching for his coffee glass.

“Well, please, Om.”

“I'm the same wife sorry yes Za, same problem faced you. Be patient, the windfall is already something to set.” Imbuh Word was wise, because he already knew the problem of Mirza and his mother.

Mirza nodded with a smile.

“Kalo that, I say first. Later Kiky is afraid nyariin, it's time to sleep because nih.” Yanti said goodbye because she remembered her son.

Yanti passes, while Mirza is still chatting with Om Jaka and Firman in the living room.

Via settles down in his new room because his legs feel sore.

Although Via only does work that is not so meaningful, but his body feels very tired. His eyes began to sleep, but he could not immediately sleep because he felt angry. Understand AC can not be installed immediately, maybe tomorrow wait for the AC to come.

“Darling, you are overheating huh?” Mirza's head suddenly poked out from behind the door of the room, she saw Via was wagging his palm.

“Eh, not really Mas. Just a little bit of rage aja.” Sahut Via who was rather surprised to see the appearance of her husband.

Mirza walked up and took the calendar scroll that had not been installed, then tore it off a sheet and folded it.

“Sini, Mas fanin. You must be sleepy, really tired huh?” Mirza sat down beside Via after arranging some pillows for her backrest.

“Yanti have come home, Mas?”

“Udah, just aja.”

“Lucky yes we have good neighbors like Yanti and Firman, Mas?”

“Iya.” Mirza continued to fan with excitement while rubbing his wife's head like mother-and-mom again nina baby boy.

“Eh, Mas.” Via then looked up. “How does mom react if you know we've moved? I didn't say we moved today, did I?”

“No need to think about it, dear.” Entertain Mirza.

“But my family also do not know yet Mas if we move.” She still looked at her husband's face.

“Bosok we play to the house mom and Mbak Tia, yes.”

Via nodded.

“Oya, Mas. Last afternoon it was like there was Mr RT when we want to transport the goods?” Via recalled the incident this afternoon when he was still at his home.

“Yes, Mr. RT is the truck driver who brought our furniture. Salah Mas has also not had time to pay to Mr. RT.” Mirza was a little sorry.

“Good if Pak RT turns out we already know we move, at least if there are people who call us there there is a Mr. RT who tells you.”

“Iya, darling. You're sleeping, don't keep talking. Cup!” Mirza peeked briefly at his wife's cheek.

“Yeah, Mali! I guess where you are, don't know it again indejoy dimari?” Excited Om Jaka from the doorway of Via's room which was left open.

“What is Om, indehoy-indehoy? The language is really old, Om Om!” Mirza sebal's.

“Thu Firman, Mali! He wants to go home!” Sahut Om Jaka did not lose before.

Mirza. “Yesterday calls Bokir, now Mali. Huh, basic Bolot!” Reply Mirza when passing Omnya.

“Basic ponakan no ahlak you! No courtesy to parents!” Grutu Om Jaka while following Mirza's steps.

Via just smiled at the behavior of Om and the nephew. Although sometimes noisy, but they are also entertaining for Via.

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The busyness in the Alatas family home was over because all the servants had entered their respective rooms.

Time showed almost midnight, when Sofi again felt pain in the lower abdomen.

“Aduuuh...” Sofi slightly bowed after coming out from inside the bathroom. “Ssssh, why this? Yeah, God! It hurts so much...!” Rintih Sofi's.

The pain in his stomach that suddenly attacked made Sofi limp, he staggered to reach his bed.

BRUUKK…!

Has not been able to reach the bed, Sofi's body has collapsed to the floor.

“Aaargh ....!” Sofi screamed because of the growing pain in her stomach.

Sofi's eyes were closed withstanding the pain she felt in her womb.

“Please ….! Aaahrghh...” Sofi howled for help in the middle of the night because she had to face pain alone.

In vain, no one heard his voice. Sofi crept dragging her body near the nightstand to grab her phone.

PRANGS!

Sofi's hand even accidentally grabbed a glass of water on the nightstand. The glass broke to a head near his head.

Sofi cried, still lucky for her glass fragments did not hit her eyes or head.

“Kak Ram ..” Desis Sofi trying to find her husband's contact.

The warm liquid was increasingly felt sofi out between his thighs. While his body began to shiver and his stomach got cramping like being squeezed by the hands of a ghoib.

Sofi regulated her breathing which was starting to weaken. Sofi's left hand, which was holding her stomach, tried to feel her feminine part, and how shocked it was when Sofi found out it was a red liquid.

At a night club, though,

Ramzi sat alone with Jane who was busy enjoying the thump of music processed by the DJ.

Drrr…. Drrr….

Ramzi's phone that had been lying down on the desk vibrated and the screen showed a photo of Sofi.

“Your wife calls.” Said Jane still with a head that sometimes mangosteen sometimes geleng exactly like a rooster again got a sawan.

Outside the office, Jane did not use a formal call on Ramzi.

“Ram, your wife called!” Jane's birthday because Ramzi is still cool to enjoy his cigarettes.

Ramzi just looked at his phone without any interest in receiving a call from Sofi.

“You drunk huh?” Annoyed Jane who saw Ramzi not budging.

“Leave it. Why is it midnight like this he called.” Ramzi Cuek then returned engrossed in his cigarette.

Ramzi's phone stopped shaking. Ramzi grabbed his catchphrase and downed its contents.

Drrr…. Drrr….

“Thank you, Ram! Who knows what is important!” Jane screams a little racing with the frenetic sound of music from DJs who are busy prancing around on stage.

“Ck, ah!” Ramzi was upset.

But Ramzi did not want to receive a phone call from Sofi.

“Halo, what's up?” Sapa Ramzi rough.

No sound from across.

“Hey, do you know me? What's the matter with the midnight call?” Ramzi's tone of voice rose.

“Kak Ram ...” Rintih Sofi from across.

DEG!

Rmazi's heart pounded, his face turning worried to hear Sofi's weak and sobbing voice.

“Sofi? You why?” Ramzi asked somewhat worriedly.

“Kak …. Please....” Sofi did not continue his sentence.

“Sofi!” Call Ramzi really freaked out. “Sofi..!”

“What's up, Ram? Why your wife?” Jane was panicking.

“Entailah, it looks like he's in pain.” Ramzi gusar's. “Yes, Lord!” Pekik Ramzi so remember the things that may now be experienced by Sofi.

Immediately turned off the rest of his cigarette into a nearby porcelain ashtray. “I have to go home now.” Ramzi.

“Why Sofi, Ram?” Jane is curious.

“Sorry, I'm ahead. I'll let you know!”

Ramzi stepped quickly out of the club leaving Jane still dumbstruck in astonishment.

He called the butler's number before he got to the parking lot to drive by his car.

“Wake up all the waiters, look at my wife's situation in her room!” Ramzi's orders to the butler.

Ramzi drove his car through the metropolitan streets that never deserted even though it was midnight.

Meanwhile, a female servant enters Sofi's room along with two male servants behind her.

“Mrs!” The woman's waitress screamed as she saw Sofi's unconscious condition lying on the floor with blood pooling near Sofi's feet.

“What's up? What happened?” Asked the two male servants who were standing some distance away from Sofi.

“Please notify Mr. Ram immediately, Mrs Sofi is unconscious.”

“Good.” Sahut one of the manservants and turned about to come out but the butler came.

“How is the condition?” The new butler came straight over and was shocked to see the blood pooling on the floor of his master's room. “Come to call ambulance.” The order was on the waiter.

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