
Already a week Eliana et al in brackets, stimulants given so strong even to this day they are still like hot worms. 3 Middle-aged men die while performing an act with Eliana et al.
"Crazy... Maddened... Maddened... That's a really bad drug." Iwan clapped his hands to see Eliana et al who was still the influence of stimulant drugs.
"Of course, it's a special medicine made." Soni said lightly.
"Think abis, ML every day do until they are tired. Waking up again, eating is still so. Could my bonar dragon will not be able to stand up again." Iwan shuddered in horror.
"Haha... Not unable to stand up again but amputated because of a severe lion king. Haha... " Soni laughed.
"Haha... That's right, Eliana and others are." Iwan laughed.
"El, how am I so tired. But the medicinal effect is still there. Ahhh..." Said Bianca who had already reached the top.
"Shhhh... Gu-gue too." So's Cloe.
"Gue don't know anymore, ahh..." Eliana.
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When Satria was allowed to return, Abbas saw Satria staring at him. Then carry Satria
"Oh my God, son. You're adorable, Daddy accepts you. Even though you're not my pregnant son, Daddy still loves you like my biological son. You're still Daddy's son, Daddy's darling. Mmuuuacch..." Abbas kissed Satria all over the face.
"Bi, is everything in order?. We can go home now." Abbas said he turned to Bi Inem, who was entering Satria's belongings during his hospital stay.
"It's sir." Bi Inem carrying Satria bag.
"Alright, this is Auntie carrying Satria. Let me bring you the bag." Abbas handed Satria over to Bi Inem.
"Yes, sir." Bi Inem received Satria from Abbas.
Abbas and Bi Inem headed for the car.
A few minutes later Abbas and Bi Inem arrived at the Mansion he used to occupy with Alsava.
"Welcome, Sir." Mr. Tejo and Mamang Tata welcomed Abbas.
"mmm... How are you guys?." Sapa Abbas is friendly.
"Good, sir." Simultaneously.
"Excuse me, sir, I'd better take Aden Satria inside first." Bi Inem.
"Yes, Bi." Abbas invited Bi Inem.
"Sir, I want to give you information." Whisper Secretary Roy.
"Okay, we're talking inside... Oia Pak Tejo and Indeed Tata me into first, yes." Pamit Abbas's. Abbas and Secretary Roy enter the Mansion.
Abbas sat on the couch.
"So what information did you give me?."
"Look, as a result of the bankrupt master's company there was the interference of Mr. Alvan Pratama Alvendra Smith who is your former brother-in-law and Nufail Zhafran Al Ghazali the husband of Miss Alsava." Secretary Roy gave the documents to Abbas.
"Yes, sir."
"It can't be allowed to."
"Sorry, sir. According to the information I got from Mr. Alvan's men, Mr. Abbas himself said. If his business will go bankrupt if Mr. Abbas cheats, and Mr. Alvan embodies it so that Mr. Abbas is aware of the mistake." Said Secretary Roy.
"Astaghfirullah's... I said that once and now it is happening. It's even worse the karma I got." Abbas sat down on the sofa. He recalls his old days with Alsava.
"Alsava forgive me, hiks.... Hix... Hicks..." Suddenly Abbas' tears came out.
"Master. Have to be patient and accept the ordeal with the chest." Secretary Roy patted Abbas on the shoulder.
"My mistakes and stupidity are fatal, I can't calm down. There I will always feel regret and want to go back in time, want to improve my life in the past. But that's impossible, how should I be Roy?The test I received felt heavy. I'm tired."
"Sir, God is giving us trials so that we may worship more and God will not give trials beyond the ability of his people, Mr. Abbas must remain zealous for the sake of Satrio."
"Thank you, Roy."
"Sir, I'm sorry that I and I are so presumptuous to go inside." Said Mr. Tejo who just arrived.
"What's wrong, what's wrong?." Abbas curious.
"If I may propose, sir. Sell a branded item Miss Alsava to advance the company Mr." Mamang Tata.
"Not any Alsava stuff?." Abbas turned his head towards Indeed Tata.
"There, Sir. We're hiding it from Miss Eliana who tried to steal it." Said Mr. Tejo.
"You guys are d'best." Secretary Roy gave two thumbs up to Mr. Tejo and Indeed Tata.
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