HURT SECOND WIFE'S
HSW 227S. Wrong Target (2)
Arriving at the police station, the police felt that there was something strange about Diandra.
"You gave him stimulant drugs?" ask the police after interrogating the bule man.
"No, I don't know about drugs" said the man, because that's the truth.
"Don't lie!" The police bullied the man.
"I swear to God I never did that, sir" the man denied.
"I just wanted to help her get her to the hospital because she complained of severe headaches and heat. We had no intention of being perverted but this Madam Diandra teased me in the car instead. At first I was strong but over time faltered too. However, I swear sir not to do anything further." The man is still trying to defend himself.
"Yes, because of the hunt we caught if not for sure this woman has broken down," refuted the people who participated in the police station.
"Master Sir."
"Rubber."
"Rubber."
People's voices are noisy in their ears.
"Have no noise you better find him coconut water or milk bear so that the medicinal effects can quickly disappear!"
"Money Sir?"
Geez they're still counting.
Before the police gave the man money, he took out his wallet and gave someone a piece of money.
"It's mostly Mr. no little money?" A man waved a piece of 100$ money in his hand.
"Have the change taken it," said the Caucasian man made the person holding the money smile happily.
"Let me buy!" Other residents tried to take the money from the hands of the man until it happened to take each other between them.
"Not to be so excited!" call upon police. Everyone finally remained silent.
"Give the money to the man who received it the first time! Don't delay the time. You don't see what the restlessness is with this woman?" The police pointed towards Diandra.
"Good Sir." Everyone was finally silent.
"Quick buy what I ordered!"
"Good Sir." The man holding the money ran out of the police station.
"Do you have a wife?" The man shook his head at the question from the police.
"You have a husband?" ask him later on Diandra. Diandra also shook her head.
"Where to see ID or passport!"
They both gave their identity cards to the police.
"Bachelorette together, how about we just get married?" ask the police again after reading their identity cards.
"Agreed Sir!"
"Agreed!"
Excite the people simultaneously.
Diandra looked at the face of the bule man and shook his head.
"No sir I don't want to" replied Diandra later.
"I don't want to either" said the bule man.
"How about we call your parents?"
Diandra looked shocked.
"May you as long as the police officer can wait, know for yourself whether a flight from America to Indonesia takes how many hours? Not to mention having to take care of this is it," said the bule man.
"No family here?"
"There's no reason I'm here alone to meet clients." In the heart of the man actually wanted to ask for Kiki's help only and told Kiki who claimed her family to quickly run around the problem, but was afraid this news would be more widespread.
"This is the milk bear." Someone who was told to come back and give 4 cans of bear milk at once.
"A lot of it?"
"To be sure sir who knows it takes more than one."
The police nodded and opened the lid and gave it to Diandra.
"It's a drink first!"
Diandra nodded and immediately gulped down one can of milk until the toilet.
"If you're thirsty again!"
Diandra nodded and grabbed another bottle of can and gulped it down.
"Have you?"
"It's sir."
"Well then from the family of the woman who came here."
"I mean Sir?" diandra asked to be clearer.
"Don't sir, I don't want my parents to know, "please Diandra.
"Send them here or you'll arrest us" the police threatened.
"All right, I'll call them." Diandra finally resigned.
The police nodded.
"Can I borrow a phone? my phone's left in the car."
A police officer gave her cell phone and Diandra called her parents. Half an hour later the parents of the middleman came.
Diandra dismissed the police allegations that the bule man was the one who gave him the stimulant because Diandra first ordered the drink before the bule man came because the man was a little late.
"Then we have to find out the real culprit, sir," said Diandra's parents because they felt her son was a trap.
"What restaurant are you having a meeting at? We interrogate the waiter there," suggested Diandra's mother.
"No need Ma, no need Mr. Police. I don't want this case to go viral and wide, let's just say I took the wrong medication myself," diandra said because he did not want the servant who told him to tell that Diandra was trying to give drugs to put in Gala drinks, even though the drugs given by Diandra himself were just sleeping pills.
Mana dares Diandra to give a stimulant drug, although she is indeed obsessed with getting Gala, she does not want Gala to enjoy her body in a half unconscious state. She needs sleeping pills just to trap Gala as if sleeping with her and give her photos later on to Sarah.
"Well if that's your wish we will stop this case and do no further investigation. However, we appeal that until this happens again, otherwise we will marry you forcibly."
"Well Sir!"
After getting them coaching they were all allowed to go home.
Just outside the police station.
"Oh yeah, who had my video and Miss Diandra?"
"I'm Mr."
"Delete the video in accordance with your agreement!"
"But Mr.?"
"Take this money and hand over your phone!" The man thrust 7 pieces of 100$ money into the man's hands.
Of course, the man immediately gave his cellphone which only cost 2 million to the man's bule.
"Take all the cards Mr."
"Well, if the video gets out to you that I will report to the police," Diandra threatened everyone because they could have a copy.
"Yes, ma'am" they answered simultaneously.
"Where's the phone!" Diandra also asked the phone from the hands of a Caucasian man and removed it.
"This I have removed is afraid to be a daily spectacle Father," said Diandra while returning the phone to the man's hands. The man just scratched his hair seeing Diandra was so bad-tempered on him.
They returned with a citizen's car to where the man's car was parked unless Diandra returned with her parents' car to pick up her bag that was left there.
After that Diandra immediately went home with his parents.
Diandra's car called her best friend Vivian. The woman was the owner of the restaurant where Diandra had the meeting earlier.
"What's Diandra?" ask Vivian from behind the phone.
"Why do you still give medicine to the drink I ordered? Didn't I tell you to cancel because Mr. Kiki had switched places to meet clients with Mr. Gala?"
"What do you mean Diandra?"
"Your servant still gives medicine into the glass and strangely the medicine mixed with the drink is not a sleeping drug but a stimulant drug" said Diandra.
"Continuously how? The drug's got Mr. Kiki what's wrong with the bule?" vivian asked so curiously.
"Because you and I are satisfied, I'm like a hot worm in front of that bule. Damn it." Diandra was so upset while her best friend there even laughed off because it felt funny.
"Laugh, you son of a bitch! Want me to report it to the police?" Diandra immediately disconnected his phone call unilaterally.
"Diandra! The diandra! Don't dong! I will ask who my employees dare to do that. The diandra! Hello!" Vivian also immediately pinched her temple that suddenly dizzy.
"What if Diandra doesn't mess with her threats?"
In the car.
"So you did all this Diandra?"
"Not Ma, is it. Mama misunderstood."
"You think you don't understand what you talked to Vivian about? You want to trap your boss by giving sleeping pills and the result is you yourself are trapped in a stimulant drug given by someone. By so concluding ourselves that our bad deeds to others can have a worse impact on ourselves."
"Yes Ma, forgive Diandra. Diandra was forced to do this because she loved Mr. Gala so much."
"I don't understand with your way of mind how can you love a man who already has a wife? Remember yes, destroying someone else's household is a sin, son."
"Yes Ma. Forgive Diandra."
The half-old woman sitting beside Diandra nodded.
"But I can't forget Mr. Gala Ma," inner Diandra.
"This is all because of Sarah" said Diandra in his heart with a feeling of arrogance.
Seriate.