Loving the Mafia
Destroy it!
"Until this second Cazim doesn't love you, Chesy. From the beginning, he only felt sorry for you, he only felt indebted to life when he found out you were the family of the victim he had disappeared. Plus you saved him. That's why he wants to repay you with pity. The question is, will you live in lies and falsehoods? It's crying!" Dusk stared at the nano.
Chesy rubbed her face. Between believe and not.
"Please ask Cazim, who killed your mother? I'm a girl too, I feel what you feel. Pretend loved. May you not take your crown off to Cazim! As far as I know Cazim doesn't like you, Cazim only loves me, have mercy on you." The twilight stepped away.
Chesy held her own hand. His body suddenly warmed up. Something was stirring in the chest.
The words of Dusk that Cazim only loved Dusk, made him burn with jealous fire.
***
Prang….
Bik Party who was mopping up slipping because of the sound of a bustling bang.
“What is it, Rail?” Bik Parti looked at Darel who was scratching his grey hair while thinking.
“Where do I know. Come on, let's see!” Darel and Bik Party ran towards the source of the sound.
They were shocked to see Chesy carrying a broom handle and being thrown into various equipment in the room. Broken flower pots, broken glass tables, photo frames falling and breaking.
Pork! prangs!
Rame.
“Duh, this Non Chesy trance what is it? How can you go berserk like that?” Darel clumped in Bi Parti's armpit. Then close the nose because of a strange smell.
They're behind the door now.
“Hus, sneak perennial Non Chesy! Don't even hide! Can run out of stuff at this house!” Bik Party panic.
“Bibik aja sono! Wrong-wrong even nonong eike kenong who got samber broom handle!”
Bik Party had to scatter close to Chesy who still continued to smash the broom handles in all directions.
Gludak!
Chesy actually still wanted to continue his anger by destroying all equipment in front of his eyes blindly, but seeing Bik Party lying down, he was forced to approach his domestic assistant.
“Wake, Bik! Don't faint yet!” Chesy's emotions are still peaking, annoyed to see Bik Party which is even sprawled at the wrong time.
Chesy helps Bik Party stand up.
“Non, why? What's so angry about this?” tanya Bik Parti Rada was afraid.
Darel was still peeking behind the door.
Instead of answering, Chesy recalled Cazim. She really wanted to squeeze her husband's face.is she really a killer? Is he really a fugitive? Is he really a mafia? Is it true that he still loves Dusk and just pretends to love Chesy? What does that guy do every night? What is that gentle flirtation and gentle demeanor? Even he looks filled with desire every time he invites a somersault.
Again Chesy swung the broom handle. Bik Parti subdues her body, afraid of getting grabbed again. I only have one head, afraid to go.
Prang!
Chesy vented her frustration and emotions.
“Ighfar, Non. Istighfar! Don't fuck around like this!” Bik Party squatted while covering both ears. There were no words he could say to calm down, fearing the wrong talk and finally getting hit.
Chesy crying. Raging is a powerful way to make the heart so relieved and plong. It was evident Chesy looked much more relieved now. His body collapsed sitting on the floor and crying with sweat on his face.
“Chesy!”
That sound?
Chesy raised her face looking at Cazim who was standing in the doorway.
“Dimming unplug! Drama will be long!” Bik Parti inched backwards and fled.
Chesy's gaze was filled with a flash of anger, staring at Cazim who was stepping closer and squatting before him. So sick of his heart. He was eager to curse Cazim. Or punch the man's heart with a sickle.
Seriate