My boyfriend Mata Duitan
Take Care of Yourself

Their plane finally landed the next morning.

Raksa washed his face with water in the airplane toilet and sprayed perfume, even though it smelled a bit as bad as Kalin huh. Because what he wears is his wife's perfume pouch. Tai is nothing, which is important fragrant and seger. Kalin was the same, before leaving the plane, diq neatly-rai first so as not to look at the face of the pillow really.

"Wear glasses!" said Raksa.

"Nothing,"

"We bought it in the store!" said Raksa.

"But what's it for?"

"You will know too!" the word Raksa was brief when he took Kalin's bag from the trunk

Kalin again can only be fainted, he knows it must be for his good, because his safety is now threatened, there is no time to ask a lot what and why.

Getting off the plane, Raksa went straight to the immigration department before exiting the arrival door from abroad. Raksa had already got glasses for his wife and he took Kalin to the toilet.

"Come, Honey!"

"But I don't want to go to the toilet" Kalin said.

"But I have to! there's someone waiting for you" Raksa said.

Kalin did not know what her husband planned but yes Kalin nurut.

The cup!

The Raksa kissed Kalin's forehead for a moment.

"You take care of yourself?" whispered Raksa when he had delivered Kaim in front of the toilet door.

'What do you mean take care of yourself? wh why? gosh, why is my feeling bad!' inner Kalin.

Raksa told Kalin to come in while he waited outside.

Not for how long, Raksa found someone out of the toilet.

"Come, Kalin! we gotta get going!" raksa said, he covered the shoulders of women with long hair who wore glasses.

The same baku they used when getting off the plane.

And sure enough, Arvin's men are waiting at the arrival door.

Mercury can smell the scents of being stalked.

"Hurry your way, Kalin!" raksa said, he told the woman who was with him to walk faster.

They took a taxi.

"Road, Sir!" said Raksa.

In the car, Raksa sent a message to his father-in-law.

Raksa is gone.

And a thumb emoticon from the in-laws.

Arriving at a motorway, heading out of town, their car is chased.

"It's no patience to be a person!" muttered Raksa.

"They want to catch their prey faster, make it deposited on the big boss!" said the taxi driver.

"That's it, huh?" The rakas looked out the window. There were two cars that were chasing and even their cars were flanked on the right and on the left

The sreeeeeeet!

"Come back, dong?!!" raksa said to the driver.

"Your head is called! how dare you tell your own father!" said Mr. Hendra who now opens his hat.

"Yes, sir! that's just angry. Don't miss the sewot, ntar cepet old, lhoooo!" said Raksa.

"Bas based on a fat boy! how many months have you been living abroad, you've forgotten the land!" said Mr. Hendra cynically.

"It's a driving force, sir!"

"Udah, sit on them! you're still jetlagged! there's later we can wassalam everything!" said Mr. Hendra.

Freeeeettt!!!

Saru's car missed, another car chasing.

"Will we go?" ask Hendra.

"According to the original plan, sir!"

"Ck, sok not your style!" talk about his father again.

'Is he the one, he who protests the same my answer? how's si?' inner Raksa.

Mr. Hendra Denfan shrewdly plays the steering wheel, although a little stirring the stomach because he likes to ngerem suddenly.

"Sorry! consider it a stomach shake test!" said Mr. Hendra when he felt that he had made his passengers land mabok.

"Sir! let Raksa aja--"

"You must not underestimate me! gini-gini I used to love racing cars!" serobot sir Hendra.

"When was that before, sir? 30 Years ago? there's still a lot of unpaved roads, sir!" said Raksa who held fast.

While there is a black sedan type car that approaches and aligns his car with a car that Raksa boarded.

Dor dor!!!"

Three times the hot lead is released, towards the back glass.

"Revelation!" Raksa told the woman with him to bow down.

"Miegtaiyir!!!" exclaiming the man who was chasing them, he lowered the car glass while holding a firearm

"Absolutely, Sir! I'm just a taxi driver. Please don't hurt me!" said Mr. Hendra without reducing the speed.

He lifted the windshield and took the left lane. They're now going into the city center.

"Good job, Paaak!" exclaim Raksa who was very calm when his father had succeeded in taking them out of the city.

"But they're still chasing us, sir!" continued Raksa when sticking to the back.

"They don't dare to do anything with their weapons. We are in the city, there they are rounded up by the authorities" said Mr. Hendra.

"Anyway we should move as far as possible, sir! They can't get Kalin! can't!" said Raksa.

The sreeettt!

Mr. Hendra played his accelerator pedal when one of the cars managed to cut their way.

Cyiiiiiittt!

Mr. Hendra suddenly.