Married Three Breeding Widow
102. Yes Emang?
Expectations Juwita, Ajeng is held in a shabby hut like in the movies, vibes headquarters of criminals that. He was tied up, his mouth covered with duct tape, and he was given nothing but drinking water.
Apparently not. Juwita was even invited to a two-story house, looks old but well maintained.
What Juwita met was not a burly man in black, sunglasses and bald like executioners, but instead a young man whose age might be the age range of Juwita or Bima, he said, greet Adji in a casual suit white T-shirt.
"Good afternoon, sir, Ma'am." He greets Adji and Juwita is friendly, sober. "Let me anter to his cell."
Juwita hugged Adji's arm, staring around him. How is this more like a non-formal hotel visit, huh? Or don't tell me Adji did stop by the hotel first?!
"This is what, Mas?" whiskey Juwita did not understand.
"Barking thugs, you can say." Adji answered calmly. "But originally they were organizations. Can be paid to nangkep people at the same time cover up if the person is missing."
"Not dangerous?"
"The one with former president Mahardika."
Okay, secure. If you have a former number one, it means safe.
Juwita just doesn't want Adji even to get caught up in kidnapping cases and so on. But if the backing is a person that strong, Juwita can salto here without having to worry about anything.
"But you don't torture people until he almost dies and blisters, right?" ask Juwita again, suddenly panicked.
Adji breathed an anxious sigh. "Can, if you want."
"Mas." Juwita's face was instantly horror.
"Yes I know you don't want to be a no, Juwita."
Yeah who knows, right?
Juwita finally shuts up, following the person in front of her until they descend down, the basement of which turns out to be made to resemble a closed prison cell.
Juwita frowned looking around, but could not because they stopped in front of a cell, which when opened, immediately seen the figure of Ajeng was shackled in chains.
The rambur still looks neat, the clothes are not torn, plus his eyes also do not look like people lack of sleep. He's just chained up. Okay, he's fine.
Adji does not extreme torture humans.
Only Juwita will enter, Ajeng is already smiling.
"I didn't think you'd use a kayak gini service." He talked to Adji. "Pantes aja Nana ilang no news. You must be spending a lot of money just to pay them."
"I can also buy this one with my money. I'm not poor like your wife."
Adji put his hand in his pants pocket. Looking at the not interested in Ajeng.
"Yes if the matter of fighting for treasure, I think you can love them more money. Selling all your assets is still more mending than here, right?" reply Adji.
Juwita kept watching them.
"But you don't have to teach them who they are for. You can give billions a throw, but only once."
In fact, the partisanship of this organization is more inclined to Adji, because seeing cooperation with him is much more profitable than Ajeng who is willing to sell all his property for free.
In short, it is free.
"And oh, know me, my wife." Adji made room for Juwita to come in. "No need to be rich for him to make me want to."
Hoh, there seems to be a grudge of the past.
Juwita kept quiet, because she felt she could delay first.
Excited dong to see the debate guy. Juwita mah enjoy it.
Including the exclamation of seeing Ajeng laughing out loud.
"Such a sweet talk. You forgot to fit me first, you were begging, hm? Don't like your wife because she's not pretty? Better than me who's good at rocking? That's what you said, right?"
Juwita wants to sit down, wants to eat popcorn watching it. I want to go to the cinema, but unfortunately I can't.
"Digombalin fitting I'm not sane just you a seneng," reply Adji again.
Then Adji snorted.
"You're a pro on men's business. Which period of sincere bedein which lust can not. Or do you feel that all the guys in your life until now are sincere? Yes, it is sincere. Where there are men in love thighs chest not sincere. But by the way, my wife's thighs are still smoother now."
Did ya?
Juwita peeked at her thighs, but couldn't because she was wearing a dress.
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