It turns out my husband was a Gigolo
38. House or palace?

What the hell is Mr. Arendra? Do you like to make rules? I walked over and grabbed the note in his hand, and it was torn.

"Ooh, now you're getting bolder on me huh?"

The tearing of the note I blew as beautifully as possible to fly right in front of her face. The paper shreds flew like slow-falling snow. He smiled between the slits of the paper.

His hand pulled back the memo that was inside the left shirt pocket. "Quiet down! I have plenty of supplies. So all the notes that I have written, have been stored well in my memory.

One more yes, you get a double fine. First, you tried to run away while I was adding to the list of debts for you. You asked me to keep a secret, didn't you? Should there be a dong wage? No feedback for me?"

"The second fine, because you've been so disrespectful to snatch the memo from my hand, then tear it and throw it at me. So, ready---"

My hands have a menu tup mouth that is as disdainful to make rules at inappropriate times like this. I pulled her shoulder down a little and whispered something to her.

"I beg you, sir. My son is sick. I'll give you some more perfume for you."

"Yet you haven't paid yesterday. You're a hobby, pile up debt, huh?"

"Ooh, yeah .. yesterday it was a--"

"Come, we'll go home together. My house is that way too." He interrupted my words.

Was she? Why did he even offer to go home? "No need, sir. Thank ye. I brought my own vehicle." I cupped both hands back in front of Mr. Arendra. "I'm sorry, sir."

I immediately set foot at full speed. In my ears, Elena's voice seemed to keep calling out. Should I take a day off, if Elena doesn't get better tomorrow? Let's think about it later, the important thing now must be to hurry home.

I immediately rode a motorbike, and headed home as well as a place to make money. Aaah, yes .. over the last few days I was also surprised, why the money that comes in always does not match the amount of laundry on the record.

I have to investigate it secretly. Before going home, I bought a CCTV that could be installed manually. Since this is so secret, I just asked the seller to find a portable CCTV.

Then the seller gives the CCTV in the form of a doll. Not only that, the seller directly installed the application so that I could see the video recorded in the camera directly on my phone.

Later, this camera I will put at night so that no one knows there is a tool that works secretly in my place.

When I got home, I was so grateful. It turns out Elena has returned to playing with Kak Vina. Sister Vina greeted me with a greeting that I found very strange.

"How's our Lecturer?"

"Which lecturer? My lecturers are so many." I think I know the direction Vina spoke. However, I don't understand what reason he asked the man to me.

"Who else? I only know one person who was your lecturer."

Bang Jojo passed us. Brother Vina looks to glance at him with a little strange. It did not escape my sight. What the hell's going on? What's going on between them?

"Sister, are you friends with Bang Jojo?"

Sister Vina slightly gasped as I caught her wet looking at Bang Jojo from the corner of her eye. Brother Vina shook her head to caress Elena, and handed Elena to me.

"Looks like Elena's better, huh, sister? I came to mind and did not concentrate on today's lecture." I hug and kiss Elena. I checked her body temperature was no longer fever.

"What the hell is that? Do you like Bang Jojo?" candaku tried to melt the atmosphere.

Sister Vina smiled clumsyly and looked awkward. "Well, brother, is there something else today? Or is there a large-scale laundry order?"

"Astaghfirullah .. I forgot to wait here for you. Aunt Jenie asked me to pick up dirty clothes from her house. There is no one at home. Been asking to be picked up."

I saw it was very late afternoon. Sister Vina must be very exhausted. "Let me pick you up, brother, still from outside. Elena I'll take you with me."

Kak Vina's forehead looks wrinkled. Elena let me stay here with me. Later if the soy sauce, he even sick again. I thought, it is also true what Kak Vina said.

"Well, it won't take long. I'll pick up and drop off the clean clothes of this Miss Jenie's family for a minute. Bu Jenie's house in a big house that's a little corner right?"

Sister Vina nodded and smiled ignorantly. "Ciiiee, to memorize the position of his house even though he has never been there."

"Yes, I have to memorize. You see, Miss Jenie's family is a loyal customer here." I waved my hand and immediately moved towards Miss Jenie's house.

Oh yes, I forgot to ask Brother Vina. Miss Jenie has a housekeeper, right? If it is empty, to whom should I ask for the dirty clothes?

The matic motorbike that has been modified with a basket in the back that has been filled with clean clothes has been parked right in front of Bu Jeni's house. From the outside, Ms. Jenie's house was nowhere to be seen. Because around his house stood a high wall that fenced his house. It looks like the houses in the Asian drama I watched.

On the side of the closed gate was a red button, I immediately pressed the object. There was a voice coming from an electronic device located near the bell.

"Who?"

"We from Heaven Laundry will pick up dirty clothes, and deliver clean clothes belonging to Bu Jenie" I answered closer to the electronic part that issued the sound.

Without an answer, the gate opened by itself. "Walaaah, sophisticated bangeeet ...." I immediately brought the motor in and the gate closed back by itself.

My eyes were greeted by a sight I had never seen before. "What house is the palace? If you are in the hamlet, I don't know how many rice fields used by Bu Jenie to make this house?"

But no one came to greet me. Oh yeah, this house is deserted. I'll call Vina immediately. Asking Kak Vina to guide the path I should take.

"You entered through the side door. There is a swimming pool. The dirty laundry will be in that corner."

"Oooh, that's .. good!" I immediately followed the direction that Sister Vina had said earlier. Apparently there is a swimming pool, and there are those who prepare to swim there.

"Isn't that Mr Arendra?"

The man is seen doing pema na san. Swimming glasses stuck in his head. Either whisper from where to make the idea of gi la ku photographing Mr. Arendra who is in such a state.

"When I was with Bang Alan, I didn't have a phone. It's a memento for anca man if he's still bothering me."

I took several portraits of that buh atle tis mi lik the man who became my academic mentor. Then I immediately stepped up even a little awkwardly. This eye cannot be conditioned to stab ma ti peman da ngan free. He noticed my arrival and immediately closed the top of it with both hands.

"You? Why are you here?"