Pursued by the Love of MAS INTEL
Number Matters

After meeting the two families, Pradivta returned to his home with Eyang Sari. Even the man did something that Galexia had not expected before, he did what he told the girl to do - say that Galexia agreed and asked to go to Galaska.

Then what answer did the former devil's chili mouth give to Pradivta? Who would have thought that Galaska immediately agreed to it and gave Pradivta and Eyang Sari time to prepare everything.

And the action that Galaska took to make Galexia banging his forehead against the wall, the girl continued to swear at the father with the word sweet.

May Papi be given long life, reduced sustenance, more bucin with Mami, the money is not abis abis.

There are still many sentences absrud that Galexia revealed, although honestly he wanted to shout as loud as possible and say BASTARD YOU MR. GALASKA! But yes the guts are not that big, he does not want to see the Father exposed to convulsions.

And now Pradivta also Galexia has officially become a prospective fiance, quite significant not their relationship. Yes even when Pradivta came home last night from the Galaska residence, the girl only gave a flat and deheman look as a sign of separation.

Then this morning Pradivta returned to activities unknown to his future fiancee, he had to return to field duty as a scout and ambush. In fact, not infrequently Pradivta became introgan when he managed to catch the rats who were able to make his breath ngosan.

"Aren't you coming home tonight, Div?"

Eyeang Sari approached her grandson, both eyes staring at Pradivta who was currently wearing shabby black sneakers that used to accompany her anywhere while on duty.

"Yes the usual Eyang. My job this time until night, there's something I and the team need to finish. But don't worry, I promise to be careful and take care of myself. Don't forget to eat and keep taking the vitamins." Pradivta got up, he drew closer to Eyang Sari and gave a kiss on the old woman's wrinkled cheeks before walking out.

His black jacket and black hat managed to cover part of his limbs. Just like that, Eyang Sari's eyes did not recognize the grandson, what else when Pradivta changed his appearance again.

Pradivta immediately rode a black duck motorcycle which was his transportation tool to the place of duty. He deliberately used the butut vehicle for the smooth mission that is often run. And without anyone else knowing, in the warehouse of his house there is a motorbike and a car that Pradivta never uses every day.

He simply warmed up and re-enveloped the two vehicles to keep them warm.

The journey that the man took was quite long. The duck motorbike raised is not as fast as the new output motor owned by others, especially students who often speed on the streets as if it belonged to his father.

Not long after he finally arrived at a building that is often visited, his, not a multi-storey office with complete AC facilities but a kind of old rice mill warehouse and converted in such a way as to become a decent meeting place, and it is located on the outskirts of the village that used to produce many rice barns. But now all the rice fields are growing many buildings and warehouses.

Pradivta parked his motorcycle in the bush, the man rushed in. The first sight as he entered was the welcome from the hawker carts that he often used for duty.

There are some carts that also look damaged, brooms, pengki, even clothing clothing that was once attached to his body.

"Welcome, Ndan!" a man dressed as a clown welcomed Pradivta's arrival.

The man was seen casually enjoying the black coffee which still complained of the thin smoke along with a plate of fried bananas.

"Where's the report?!" Pradivta sat himself in one of the chairs, the spotlight in the middle of the table became a light for him when reading the paper given by the colleague.

"The main commander gave us another task, I guess this time we do not need to wear costumes. Only the Sigit only used, to love, Ndan. Enough covered clothes and don't forget bulletproof vests, 'cause he said this group has a full-fledged firearm - so the Black Mamba should be more vigilant!"

Pradivta listened to his colleague's explanation, he read one word at a time and saw many of the images he was researching. Yes it is true, the mission this time is not in the city and in crowded places, but in one of the remote places that is quiet but more dangerous.

"Okay, we're ready! Sigit, get ready - you will advance first!"

The man named Sigit reflexively got up from his seat and raised one hand to salute before he sipped his coffee back up the toilet.

On the other hand

Galexia looks tired of hearing the ravings of his Tantenya-Cia. The wife of Mr. Penghulu dimpled the cheek was teaching her naughty niece to slice onions and chili. But it seems Galexia is not interested in seeing the Aunt tutorial really.

"Xia, try calling Divta, ask her what size pants are the same as her shirt."

Galexia who was staring lazily in the direction of terenan jerked, the girl turned towards the Mami who looked busy turning the fashion magazine in her hand.

"What the hell do you want, Mi?" tanyanya.

Galexia scooped his face rough, since this morning Sang Mami and other family members including Cia Tantenya continue to discuss the man who last night had managed to make him feel good. They were busy themselves turning over the magazine to find an engagement dress for her, even though the date was still quite far.

"Don't call me darling, ask me what the number is off-putting,"

"Yes yes, okay I'll call. Where's his phone number?"

"You don't have the number, I asked Mami. Just look at your contact number, last night Papi gave you the same number Divta like. Divta has missed your time in the living room."

Both of Galexia's eyes were rounded hearing his Mami's utterance. The girl hurriedly checked the incoming call and missed. And sure enough it turns out there is a new contact name that has never been saved all this time.

Husband💕💕 Candidates

What the hell is this?!

"Connection speed!"

Galexia was jolted, not only did he not believe what he was seeing at the moment, but he was also further irritated by the Mami.

With a loud snort she finally had to press the calling button, the girl frowned amusedly at the name of the contact on her phone screen.

Part of what is the icon of pink lope lope like that, really make the eyes

"Well, how can I help you?"

Galexia kept the phone away from his ear, he stared in astonishment at the flat object.

He didn't get it wrong? But from his voice sounded familiar and the voice of a man.

"Please spil the number of her pants, shirt, color, sem*pak same boxer, Mami nanyain!"

Galexia asked without further ado, and even his frontal utterance managed to make Cia and Crystal tickle. The two women gaped, Cia even to the point of almost slicing her own finger.

His nephew has no opponent!

"It's Galexia?" sahutan from across the phone.

"Hm, I've spilled how many pulses I've been dying!"

Crystal and Cia patted her forehead tight, the two mother mothers were eager to bang her head against the dining table hearing the words coming out from the mouth of the bule-faced girl.

"The real son Bang Galak, Kak Crystal just take pity." continued Cia.

"Later yeah, I'm-a,"

"What meda? Where is cepetan. Mommy spit on me, what number?"

Galexia remains steadfast, he wants to end this absurd talk soon. To be honest he was embarrassed about having to ask for the man's personal item number. But how else, if not obeyed the mother would not be satisfied.

While in a different place, the person Galexia called was busy filling the bullet in his gun while hiding in a stretch of reeds. The person only activates the ear phone in his ear, as it is not possible to lift the phone.

He was struggling with his gun, as he was busy answering and remembering how many pants and color numbers he often wore every day. Honestly, he never paid attention to how many numbers, which is important to be able to enter and comfortable to wear.

"Later on, I'll run down the toilet first to see what the number is. I'll call you later after I find out, I hang up the phone because the hunt I've been seen!"

Without saying anything else the phone connection was cut off, across there Galexia blinked slowly staring at his phone which no longer called anyone.

"What the hell is he?! Time own color number is not pity, this again what kind of reason try? Buruan, What hunt? Why else would he be in the woods, hunting pigs?" but Galexia was upset when he did not get the answer he wanted.

THE THING IS THE COLOR NUMBER IS NOT NYAHOK, MAKE GEMES

AGAIN ASKED NUMBER KOLOR🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈