I'm the One You're wasting
Gallic

"Take me off, Baron sir!" Witma screeched as she continued to rebel. "Don't do this to me, I beg … ." Witma pleaded with Baron to let him go, and he rebelled even more when Baron's hand would pull his towel. "I beg .. Don't!" Witma wishes Baron pity but who would have thought that instead of pity Baron threw Witma's body into a small bed that sounded squeaky.

"Just enjoy it baby, brother won't play rough" said Baron who tried to open his pants."Mendes@hlah as you please dear, because brother will make you fly up the clouds" he continued.

Witma could only cry because she could do nothing when the Baron's power was stronger than her. "Please .. Mr. Baron, don't" he said, while continuing to try to hold Baron's hand so as not to open the towel.

"Witma, just for a second." The baron began to feel Witma's smooth thighs. "This is a moment that has been waiting for a long time so, work together baby, so that we are both equally delicious" whispered Baron in Witma's ear. Now his mischievous hand even wanted to feel the twin balloons owned by Witma, when he saw the two objects behind the towel was so challenging. "Unbelievable, yours looks challenging for sen—"

Witma suddenly kicked sel@ngk@ngan Baron, so Baron's sentence was interrupted. "Sir Baron, you're really out of your mind." After saying that Witma approached towards the window, and without lingering she opened it. "Please ... please, someone anyone help me!" witma shouted for help. He glanced at the Baron who was still groaning in pain. "Where are the people, why quiet seka—" his words were interrupted when the Baron's hand suddenly had coiled in his stomach. He was shocked because he still saw the Baron lying on the floor in pain and now the old man was standing behind him holding him.

"You want to be treated harshly" said Baron, who buried his face at the nape of Witma's neck. "All right, let's just get started." When the Baron will return to throw Witma on the bed.

Suddenly the door of Witma's room was wide open and soon there was also a male voice growling because he felt very angry that second he also pulled tangn Baron, who was very angry, so that Baron was forced to release his embrace from Witma's body.

"Furqon up! How dare you carry out my plan!" The baron sounded angry. "S*al, you two are impudent!" hisses

While Witma who saw Furqon and Arash gave thanks repeatedly. "Sister Furqon, he wants … ." Witma was unable to continue her sentence as her crying voice instantly broke upon seeing her now disheveled appearance.

Behind Furqon, Arash continued to look at Witma who only used a towel, and without a second thought he quickly picked up the blanket on the bed to cover Witma's body.

Furqon who was currently ignited by emotion flashed his fist into the Baron's face several times. "This is what you are, Mr. Baron!" snarl. Not until there he then just kicked the Baron's stomach as well. "Basar old man bangka pervert!" Furqon dragged Baron out of the room because outside there were already police and some residents. Before he entered Witma's room, he contacted the police first.

When he managed to drag Baron to the terrace he then threw the middle-aged man's body. "Take him to your office, police sir, I'll be there later," furqon said because he did not want to be a vigilante added that now more and more citizens are coming he also did not want the citizens to follow the vigilante because he knew the citizens of +62 so quickly stoked emotions in this way like he was.

After handing the Baron to the police who were already weak helpless because he had hit him all out, he said, Furqon immediately asked the residents also to go home considering that Witma is still inside with Arash and also he did not want if until Witma knew that currently many people in their homes.

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"Dek, never mind, let Witma herself first maybe she still feels shock because of the incident an hour ago." Furqon made a sound as the wife was incessantly crying while continuing to invite Witma to talk.

"But Mas, what about Witma." Fatimah did not want to leave Witma alone. "Let me stay here to accompany Witma." Fatimah looked at her husband.

"Sir, Witma will be fine. Didn't you hear the doctor's word?" Furqon did not want to make his wife think about what Witma had experienced considering Fatimah was also currently pregnant, whose gestational age had just walked two months. "Remember our child-to-be" whispered Furqon to commemorate Fatimah.

Fatimah who heard that nodded because she thought Furqon's words had a point as well. Therefore he invited Tami also to come out to let Witma who was still staring straight ahead with a blank look. "Tam, right your brother said, let's go out," asked Fatimah who held Tami's hand. "Make Witma, you just rest the deck, we go out first" he said.

Witma responded even with just a small nod. Which makes Fatimah a little relieved.

"Tami's also out first huh, brother." When Tami also say goodbye Witma even holds Tami's hand. "Sir Witma, what's wrong? What Brother doesn't want in ting—"

"Company Big Brother" Witma cut down, and only that sentence came out of his mouth.

Tami had a glance at Fatimah and Furqon to ask for approval if he would accompany Witma.

The understanding Fatimah nudged Furqon's arm while saying, "Mas, Tami asked for your opinion, "he said.

"It's okay Tam, just accompany Witma here" Furqon replied. He took Fatimah's hand to get out of there.