HURT SECOND WIFE'S
HSW 226S. Wrong Target (1)
In a different place Kiki and Diandra are also ending talks with their clients.
"Oh yes sir please drink the drink first. We're too serious about our discussion so there's no time for just drinking."
"Yes, Mr. Kiki, thank you" said the man and immediately grabbed a glass containing drinks that they had previously ordered before discussing the cooperation project.
"Let's get Mr. Kiki and Bu Diandra." They raised their own glasses and embroidered.
As she was about to drink, Kiki's phone shook.
"Sorry you drink first and I'll pick up the phone first" said Kiki.
"Okay, Mr. Kiki relax we have finished our discussion," answered his client, making Kiki nod and immediately get up from his seat and walk away from Diandra and Kiki.
Ten minutes later Kiki had not yet returned to Diandra's side.
"Where the hell is Mr Kiki? Is he on the phone or sleeping? Very long time," complained Diandra. He calls Kiki, but doesn't get in because he's on another call.
Diandra realized his body when he felt a strange whack on his body after he finished his drink in a glass. He was like a hot person even though the AC in that place had really been working extra.
Diandra's fidgeting.
"Bu Diandra why?" ask the client and approach Diandra intending to help.
"Don't know sir, suddenly my body is uncomfortable. My head throbbed a pain once."
"Then I take Ms. Diandra to the hospital." The man offered himself.
"No need, you can go I'll just wait for my boss. At the very least Mr. Kiki comes, "Diandra refused.
"How could I leave Bu Diandra alone in this state?" The man rejected Diandra's suggestion.
"Let me help him massage his head!" The man was about to touch Diandra's head, but the woman raised her hand so as not to touch him.
"All right." Finally the man returned to his chair and sat staring at the increasingly restless Diandra.
"He why the hell? Mr. Kiki very long ago," the man murmured inwardly. Want to leave Diandra pity, otherwise leaving he could be late to meet other clients.
So now they're both nervous. One is agitated because he does not know the cause and the other is agitated to think about the time that continues to roll.
"It hurts a lot." Diandra pinched his temple firmly.
"Brake me a cold drink!" diandra's orders while waving her hand towards the servant.
"If you have a headache, don't drink ice" forbid the man sitting in front of you.
Diandra doesn't care.
"Bak lots of ice!"
"Jeez, Miss Diandra wants me to take you home if you don't want to go to the hospital."
Diandra did not answer because he was constantly agitated. The waiter came with a drink and a bowl filled with ice cubes.
Diandra immediately gulped his drink while ice cubes he poured into his body. Starting from the arms, legs, neck and even the face and head.
The man sitting in front of him immediately stood up and pulled Diandra and took the woman out for pity to see Diandra who became a spectacle of people who felt strange about the woman's attitude.
"Where are you taking me?" ask Diandra.
"To the hospital, or if you don't want to go to a mental hospital," said the man was upset because his good intention to take the woman to the hospital was ignored.
Diandra immediately pulled a hand from the man hearing his words that would take him to the mental hospital.
"Let me just joke. I'll take you home so as not to embarrass myself in a crowded place like this."
Diandra finally relented because his body felt increasingly uncomfortable.
Diandra only complied as the man carried himself into the car.
Arriving in the car the man who did not know the address of Diandra's house immediately directed his car to the hospital and Diandra who was busy with his own body was not aware that the car was moving opposite from the direction of his home.
"Better to the hospital."
"Sir Gala!" Somehow the man who was driving the car next to him turned into Gala in Diandra's vision. Obviously, that man was a bule.
"The forward-looking man turned his gaze again upon Diandra and frowned.
"I Love You Mr Gala." Diandra nyosor and do things that provoke the passion of the bule man.
Can't stand the man even reply to the treatment of Diandra so both of them forget the land.
The bule man drove his car faster and parked his car in a quiet place.
The two of them also did things further until when the two were about to do a unification sounding car glass knocked from outside.
Tock-tock.
"Open the car."
Both of them were immediately shocked.
"Open it if we don't want to take this car."
"Take this Indonesia." The man immediately regained his senses and was about to gas, but it turned out that his car had been surrounded by people.
"Oh God." Soon the man fixed his clothes.
"Bu Diandra's aware of Ma."
Diandra who is still under the influence of drugs still feel tormented and do not care around.
"Bu Diandra fix your clothes!"
Still the woman was silent, her body was tormented because it did not manage to get channeling.
Tock-tock.
"Hurry and open the door! We know you're doing indecent things in there!"
"Mom!"
Forced the man who fixed Diandra's clothes to open the car door.
"Follow us to the police station!" people's orders.
The man nodded.
"What's my fault?"
"This is Mr. Indonesia. Eastern culture does not allow us to do **** free especially in public places," said someone aware the man driving the car was a Caucasian.
"But we have your video. If Mr. does not want to go to the police station, it means we must be willing to arak. Or there is a choice of 3. The video of Mr. and Miss's shur will circulate in cyberspace," threatening people.
"And you will be punished for spreading bad videos" the man said.
"Let us be punished equally." Society seems challenging.
The Caucasian man does not matter if it is about himself, but he pity Diandra if until the video of the woman circulating in cyberspace.
"Well, we'll go to the police station and I'll have the video removed!"
"I'll remove it at the police station later. Comedown!" a man's orders.
"All right."
Finally the man got out of the car and was taken by another car to the police station as well as Diandra who still felt his tormented body.
Seriate.