Revenge of the Beautiful "The Return of a Bad Wife"
The same tattoo

This morning, Shara was complete with her casual clothes, long jeans and a short-sleeved white shirt as well as a small brown backpack.

As usual, Shara had to come to Garry's house to help take care of the house as well as check things that needed to be checked.

Shara exits her room, apparently Jho is still staring at the laptop screen, while Gerald has just awoken after hearing the sound of the sliding door belonging to Shara's room open.

"Amorning, you're not asleep?" Sapa Shara's.

Gerald gasped at the figure of Shara who was ready with her casual clothes, she looked at the clock that was coiled in her hand, still pointing at 05:00.

"I overslept." Gerald said while yawning.

Jho moved his head, slightly relaxing the muscles after being glued to the laptop screen.

"I deliberately overtime, but not in vain my efforts, I managed to get the address of the home of the young man who claimed to be SR's fiancee, today also, our people picked him up. But chances are, it'll be a little hard because he's in hiding." Evidently.

"Yes?" Gerald swept his eyes and stared narrowly at the screen of Jho's laptop that still looks dim "Where do you know all that? Or maybe you did Bang!" The drill.

"Hayyie! Of course you know, now the gadgets that people use, make it easier for us to track the whereabouts of the person himself. Consciously, our movements are being watched." Jho grinned, dropping his body, lying on the sofa.

"So, too, if your skills are used by the brain of the messum!" Connect Gerald.

"It has. I'm gonna take a little nap." Timpal Jho then closed his eyes.

"Yes already, Beautiful go first. If you're hungry, just get out here, there's nothing to eat. I haven't nibbled anything." Pamit Shara's.

Gerald frowned "Where are you going hmm?"

Shara walks past the two handsome men while fixing her sneaker shoes "To Daddy's house, today many reports that need to be Beautiful check, pity Daddy's own work." The answer.

"But it's still too early."

"No papa, it's beautiful all for sport." Without saying much more, the woman came out of the apartment, walking towards the elevator.

He pressed the button up, waiting for the vertical transport to open and ready to take it down.

Circumstances are still quiet, because apartment residents are still struggling with the bathroom, some even still roll with blankets.

The elevator door was open and empty, Shara stepped in, before how long the elevator reached the basement parking floor, the elevator was still quiet then as fast as lightning she switched from the 8th floor to the ground floor.

Shara exits the building, enters the basement parking lot, where she keeps her car. On the way to the car. Every now and then, Shara's hair bristles.

It turns out that this is quieter than his estimate, Shara was the first time out of the apartment at five in the morning, even the security guard who usually flips back and forth was not seen.

Because of the silence, the sense of hearing became sharper, Shara stopped her steps when the clattering of the feet of the owner of the big shoes was heard following her steps.

Shara pecked, glancing sharply with the tail of her eyes. The ears are still ready to catch the movement of a person.

Shara turned her head quickly, and there was no one behind her, in her circular view combing all corners of the place filled with luxury cars, apparently there were not a few people.

Shara continued, she eradicated fear and suspicion by praying to the Almighty God, but then the perfume she knew pierced her sense of smell suddenly.

It smells the same, as when he would perform a sacred ritual with Zif in a Bali hotel. Shara's hair bristles, recalling the fateful incident.

"This smell. I know him." Mumbled wailing.

The more he continued, the more Shara inhaled the unique fragrance.

"Who are you!" Shara quickly turned her body and a black masked person pushed her into a corner on the wall of the building's support pillar.

A quiet place that is blind CCTV, Shara circulates the view, there is not a single camera in the place "Who are you huh?" Shara asked frantically until her breath rumbled in fear.

"Your voice." Shara recalled, the color of the heavy sound she had heard but forgot when.

Shara gazes at the glass bottle the man took out of her leather jacket pocket, a glimpse of Shara recalling the events on her bridal night.

In a quiet make-up room, when Shara was sitting on a dresser chair, someone did the same thing that the man was currently doing, which was to open the lid of a small glass bottle.

The difference is, Shara used to not understand what the man would do, but this time Shara was sure the bottle was "Hard water!!" Pekik.

The man looked up gasp at Shara's face, perhaps puzzled, from where did the woman know that the water she was carrying was hard water? As fast as lightning he continued to open the lid.

Bugh!

Shara had not yet opened her body to swing her legs at the man's glass bottle "You! You're the one!" Shara screamed to scare the man.

"Damn!" The man ran after realizing that the woman before him was not an innocent woman.

Shara chases, following where the mysterious man's quick steps swing, going nowhere to Shara's fear loss, perhaps a bitter life experience makes Shara even more daring to wade through it.

Unwittingly, during these seven months, there was an inner support from Gerald and Garry that made this girl's persona gradually stronger "Stop!" His shouting.

Shara was sure the man was the same person as the masked face-destroyer seven months ago "Stop the bastard!"

Bugh!

One free kick from the other direction stopped the man in black clothes, Shara turned her head, at the sight of Gerald grimacing after levitating a kick.

"AW! Damn, my legs!" Whine while wagging his feet. Gerald knows, at this hour the parking lot is quiet and prone to criminals.

Seeing the mysterious man fall down, Shara grabbed the collar of the back of her jacket, clearly visible tattooed with a fox head engraved on the nape of her neck.

"You, you did it, you broke my face on my wedding night!" Shara was so furious at this mysterious man that she unknowingly interrupted his identity.

Bugh!

Shara slammed as the man slammed into her tiny body to fall on his back "Aaaww!" Complaints grimace.

"Fuck!" Screeched Gerald.

At first Gerald wanted to chase after the criminal, but seeing Shara grimacing in pain, he turned around, choosing to help Shara first, and then, Shara, again the mysterious man had entered Van's car which seemed to be preparing to take him away.

"You don't papa, do you?" Anxious Gerald.

Shara shook her head "It's okay. Brother, why are the criminals let go? He's the same guy who ruined my face." His protest.

Gerald raised his eyebrows next to "You're sure he's the one hmm?" Ask.

"Yes, Beautiful sure, Beautiful had seen the fox head tattoo, on the nape of the villain, and just now, the same tattoo, the same strange fragrance, the same movements and gazes, the same, like before my first night! Pretty sure she's the one, and for sure, there's the same mastermind behind those paid guys." Cetus Shara the fiery.

"The same guy? The one who wants your destruction, it's obviously the work of the one who doesn't like your closeness to Zif." Gerald Kimpal, he stared fixedly at his adoptive sister "The fox head tattoo, it seems like it's no stranger." Sluggishly.

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