One Night Stand With My Crazy Boss
CHAPTER 88. Karma For Kirani.

Faya's emotions again peaked when he saw Kirani wriggling in the arm of a middle-aged man with glasses. Occasionally laughing happily while sticking his face on the man's arm.in the view however, they are too friendly to say not a pair of lovers.

“In which room does he fit in?” asked Faya with a heavy voice.

Realizing that something was not right, Prima immediately approached Faya and also paid attention to the computer screen.

“Why?” prima asked worriedly.

“That's a real-ener Mbak Kiran.” Show Faya to the computer. “Please tell us your room number.” Pinta Faya to the receptionist.

“But,,” the employee seemed more surprised than when Prima asked to see CCTV footage.

Providing personal information to others is illegal for hotels. They can get into serious trouble or even end up being sued by customers. But the thing is, the one who asked for that information was the hotel owner himself. The officer was on the verge of worrying.

“Please. I make sure you won't get in trouble because of this.” Prima's promise again. He can understand what is being feared by his employees.he himself feels bad because he has violated his own rules. But it seems, Faya really-bear needs her help this time.

In the end, Faya managed to figure out the room Kirani was staying in. With an angry chest.

Faya and Prima, along with two security people who asked Prima to accompany. They were in front of Kirani's room. Faya pulled out her phone and prepared to record. He had intended to tell his brother about this. And she needs proof that she wants her brother to believe her. And so Kirani doesn't act like a victim anymore.

“Please on open.” Prima's orders to security.

They all just walked in as soon as the door opened. Faya immediately charged over with the camera ready in her hand.

“Wahhh. Actually turns. Great ya.”

Kirani who was not dressed in bed looked very surprised. He pulled out a blanket to cover his body.

“Who are you?” ask the man who seems angry because their activities are disrupted. He hurriedly put on his shorts.

“Sorry, Sir. We have to check this room.” Security is back. They immediately checked the table that looked messy. There is one fruit bong, aka a tool to suck illegal drugs. Complete with several packs of drugs that still look intact.

“Call the police.” The Prima command is back.

“Basic bia dab. Ja lang's. An jing's. How are you doing this while Mas Iwan is out there banging work to get enough of your needs?!!” wrath Faya. Because of his murkur, he was already indifferent to the harsh words that came out of his own mouth.

“Matiin wine!” kirani shouted with her frightened face.

“This time you can no longer hide. I'll tell Mas Iwan about this.” Faya Garram.

Satisfied recording, Faya then turned off her phone. Putting the phone in his pocket then walked up to Kirani. He brought his face closer to the woman until she was a few cent away. Staring as if he was about to prey on Kirani alive.

“You, it's over now.” Faya grinned at Kirani. A sufficient grin made Kirani's body relax instantly. Fear began to run through every vein of his.

“You know, now I really want to slap you. Pour you until your hair is out of your head. But no, it's too easy for you. Wait until Mas Iwan divorces you later. I'd rather see you slumped in jail.”

Faya's words sound very creepy. Even for Prima. It turns out that anger can bring out the dark side of a Faya.

“Soyang, already. Serahin all the same police.” Prima pulled both of her lover's shoulders back. He doesn't want what happens next to put them in a difficult position.

Not long after, the police came and immediately took care of Kirani and her lover then took them to the police station.

While Prima handed over all hotel affairs to her manager. He also asked Ariga to help.

Faya and Prima are sitting in the car. Prima did not run his car. He just kept looking at his lover with a pias face.

“You okay, Fay?” ask Prima.

Getting the question, making the tears that have been held by Faya since then now scattering out and flowing on his cheeks. Slowly he sobbed with tears growing more and more flowing.

Prima pulled and grabbed Faya's body into her arms. He stroked the back of Faya's head hoping it would calm her down.

“Please Mas Iwan, Mas. How do I tell him later? I can't bear to know him.” That's what Faya honestly felt. Although he was relieved because in the end he had a weapon to separate his brother with Kirani. But, this weapon he had was too sharp and would definitely hurt his brother later.

But, this was the right thing that Faya had to do. Let's just say, God is showing him this way. Maybe God is answering his prayers for his brother.

“Sabar Fay's. I'm sure Mas Iwan will also understand. Now you are calm yes.”

Faya managed to calm down because of Prima's embrace.he felt guilty because he had put his lover in a difficult position about the problem.

“We go home now, yes?” prima asked back after Faya broke away from her embrace. And Faya just nodded as her answer.

Prima immediately drove her car back to the apartment to deliver her lover.

Arriving at the apartment, Faya immediately curled up in her bed. The water melted again without permission. He curled his back to Prima who was sitting on the edge of the bed behind him. He is ashamed because he has to bring Prima in his family problems.

Faya was stunned when she felt Prima's hand that was now circular in her stomach. The man lay on the bed and hugged her from behind.

“Do not be ashamed, cry as much as you. I'm here for you. I will walk beside you. So, you don't have to be afraid of yourself, Fay. There's me.” Prima whiskey is back.

Slowly, Faya turned her body. He looked at Netra Prima still crying. Then he closed his eyes as Prima softly kissed both eyes.

Prima hugged Faya's body tightly until the girl's face sank into her chest. His hands continued to stroke Faya's back and head to look at her. Really, he wanted to help ease the burden that Faya was feeling. He would do anything to help the girl.

you guys must have seen kirani with karma? hahahaha, me too...

traces do not forget the good-natured and generous citizens. diligently saving also diligently scatter.