Getting Married for Lying
056 - Long Night
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"Vier's? You okay?" ask Vaya.
Vier was still curled up withstanding the pain in his head.
"It hurts! It hurts!" vier's tirade was still grimacing while holding his head.
"Don't let your head go" said Vaya.
"Ughh! I'm a concussion!" pick up Vier again.
"Try here I check."
Vaya holds Vier's head, checking if there is a bumpy head.
"Ughh! Your responsibility, Vaya! It's all because of you!" nagel Vier.
"Well, how about me?!" Vaya is flabbergasted that Vier blames her.
"Yes, it's because of you! This is because of your bed that has no headboard! What an undeserved bed! This precious head of mine is falling! Ouch!" Vier still fretting.
"Huh! Why do you blame me and my bed? Isn't all this happening because you're overzealous? Just try to slow down" said Vaya.
Vier frowned.
"Slowly? So you want to slow down?" ask Vier.
"No! No!" sahut Vaya quickly.
"Ouch! My head hurts!" lament Vier again.
"Yes, here I will massage your head" Vaya said.
Vier grinned, he put his head in Vaya's lap, letting Vaya gently massage his head.
"Vaya, do the right thing! It's my head hurts!" lamented Vier.
Lower head hurts even more euy! Rutuk Vier's.
"Yes, this is slow" said Vaya.
Vier looked at Vaya's face, their eyes meeting again. Vier tried to distract his mind so that the stiffened part of his body behind the sheath could be calmer. The pet has not been able to enjoy the nest which is still being renovated.
How annoying!
"Stop massaging me! It's better that you sleep now" Vier ordered.
Vaya did not comment much, he immediately lay on his back to Vier.
Vier moved his hand muscles with the aim of relaxing the muscles that stiffened in vain.
"Vier, why did you come here? Aren't you busy?" ask Vaya.
"Vaya, didn't I tell you that I'd catch up with you?" Vier asked back.
"Is your job done?" Vaya asked again.
Vier, who had been lying on his back to Vaya, changed his position, and immediately hugged Vaya from behind.
"Have, don't have much to ask, go to sleep," said Vier.
"Vier, can you not hold me? Sultry," complained Vaya.
"Yes, take off your clothes then" said Vier, grinning.
Ugh, you pervert!
Vaya tried to close his eyes, forcing him to fall asleep even though the current situation and conditions did not allow especially Vier so nosy by menguyel-uyel twin hills again.
"Emmaaah..," seduced by Vier.
"Dimmoooh!" vaya sahut while pinching Vier's hand.
Even the night became long for Vaya who had to accept erotic terror from Vier.
...*****...
A container truck stalled in front of a warehouse. The truck driver got down, walked over to the officer standing guard there. He showed the documents of the road letter to the officer, saw the officer perform a check before finally allowing the container truck into the warehouse.
"Good night."
The barn guard was surprised to see the appearance of a man who suddenly appeared just like that.
"Who are you?" ask the officer.
"Meet me, my name is Mike" the friendly man introduced himself.
"Who asked your name? Who do I want to ask, who are you and why are you here? Here is not an area that people can visit freely," said the warehouse keeper with the face of the sangar.
"I'm just here to ask you a few questions, I hope you don't mind giving me the information I need" Mike commented with a friendly smile.
"There's no information you can get here! You better go home!" the warehouse guard kicked Mike out.
Mike smiled at her.
"I'm not leaving before I get what I want to know" Mike said diplomatically.
"Hey, do you have to be battered to understand?!" the guard's tone rose by half an octave.
"GO!" the guard was full of anger.
A long machete carried by the warehouse guard was pointing at Mike.
"Please be cooperative," Mike commented on his smile.
Mike had to pull out the gun he had. A weapon he always uses to get what he wants. Sometimes being threatening is obviously beneficial.
"You think I'm scared of your toy gun, heh!" the guard immediately attacked Mike.
The man slashes the air with his machete, directing a brutal attack on Mike.
Mike avoided the barrage with agility and agility. Mike mastered several martial arts schools, especially he already holds a black belt.
Klangk..!
Long machete regardless of the hands of the warehouse guards, Mike took advantage of the situation to attack after a while choosing to dodge.
Mike locked the guard's neck while holding a gun next to the man's head.
"I really won't hesitate to pull the trigger of this gun and get your brain splattered on the floor" Mike threatened.
"Ughh! Ughhhh!" the man in the lockdown Mike was trying to escape.
"If you're being cooperative, I promise I won't hurt you like this" Mike commented on his smile as he twisted the man's hand.
"Argh! It hurts! Pardon, Sir! Forgive me!" exclaim that man.
...*****...
Warehouse guards and some workers who were in the warehouse could only sit on the floor. A few men in all-black clothes pointed fire rifles at them. Fire rifles are ready to fire if they make a slight movement.
Mike stood quietly in front of them, playing a gun in his hand while listening to a middle-aged man named Marno who served as the in charge of the warehouse.
"This warehouse belongs to Mr. Deri, he is a businessman who provides warehousing services. In addition to providing warehouses, Mr. Deri will also arrange the distribution of these items," Marno explained timidly.
"Hmm, Mr. Deri yes, which one is Deri?" ask Mike.
"Pak Deri Sudrajat" replied Marno.
"So where did the goods themselves come from?" ask Mike.
"It's impossible right, these items were suddenly shipped without knowing who sent them?" Mike threw the question.
"You know who the sender is? No, rather the owner of all that stuff?" ask Mike.
Marno was silent, he thought that he had leaked too many company secrets. Mr. Deri would definitely be very angry with him.
"Speak, I'd appreciate it more if you're being honest" Mike said.
"Only Mr. Deri knows that, sir, really," said Marno again.
Mike could not immediately believe Marno's words. There was no basis that could make him believe.
Cring...
The cell phone in Marno's shirt pocket rang. Mike took Marno's cell phone. The name Deri Sudrajat mentioned by Marno appeared on the flat screen.
Mike shifts the green panel, then lets Marno talk.
"Marno, has his stuff come?"
"Already, sir," answered Marno timidly.
"When did it come? Why don't you report right away?!" Mr. Deri is fouling Marno.
"Yes sir, I was going to tell you," answered Marno still stammering.
"Yes, now you're unloading, and you're preparing for delivery based on the list I gave you! You have to send it tomorrow!"
Tut. tut's..
Phone connection disconnected.
"What is your boss's list of customers referring to?" ask Mike.
Marno nodded again timidly.
"Can you show me where you keep the list?" ask Mike.
Marno stood up, Mike tailed while still holding a gun to Marno's back.
Marno picked up the envelope he had stored in his desk drawer.
Mike picked up and opened the envelope.
The cosmetics counterfeiter syndicate really needs to be resolved.
...*****...
Deri was still pacing back and forth unsettled after hanging up the phone from his men. He was worried because he had previously received news that a container truck carrying thousands of cosmetics delivered by his business partners had been lured by raids.
Tomorrow his business partner will come and they can start business cooperation with marriage guarantee. It's just that Deri feels suspicious with Vaya.
She was too old to be the wife of her business partner.
"'What's up, Deri? You have not stopped pacing," said Darti.
"Mother, somehow I feel that Vaya is not suitable to be the young wife of Mr. Gumilang. He's too old, Mom."
"Deri, then who do you think would be more deserving? Never mind, Vaya is enough to be a guarantee. After all, you know for yourself, the wives of Mr. Gumilang agree to her husband remarry but with a note not to be with women who are prettier than them" Darti said.
"Here you go, Deri, let Vaya marry Mr. Gumilang. The important thing is that your business can run smoothly," continued Darti.
...*****...