Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 138

Sinful Angel Chapter 138

Radhika rests her tired back on the backrest of the car seat after searching for information about Bhishma's marital status with Tya. Massaging the base of his nose that was pounding dizzy when the expected gap was gone already.

From reliable sources of information, validation related to the marriage of Bisma and Tya has been obtained, confirmed to have been officially registered by the state even though the exact date is not leaked related to the code of conduct of personal information.

“Ck, just piss off!” he got upset while hitting the car steering wheel.

Radhika sends a message with Prita. Asked if his wife was finished with the business at the VN boutique and it turned out after an hour passed Prita reported that he had not met with Viona. Asking Radhika to wait for news from him whenever her husband should pick her up.

“Wait a long time this bored as well. Just call Mr. Markus, find entertainment so that the head does not want.”

Radhika called Markus. Greeting, Markus invited him to drink together in his private apartment. His wife, Resya, is on holiday abroad with her children and extended family.

“Share location only address, Mr. Markus. I'm sliding right now. Again, need a friend to chat frequency. Oh yeah, what kind of drinks do you like? I'd like to bring a handpiece for you.”

Radhika's car drives gas into Markus' apartment, driving cheerfully while whistling.

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In the boutique center of VN Fashion, it has been an hour more Prita waiting for the emergence of Viona. The pregnant woman was sitting quietly. Occasionally pacing back and forth while bending your head to the entrance area whenever anyone comes.

“Where is lunch? Real long. Usually used to never find food far from the boutique, must still be around here. Just tell me where you eat at the restaurant, let me follow,” the door forced on one of the boutique employees who have long worked at VN.

“Sorry, Sister Prita. Every lunch break that includes lunch and Dzuhur Prayer, Ms. Viona always advised not to be disturbed by outsiders. Usually Miss Viona returns to the boutique at about one o'clock in the afternoon or it could not come back here if there is business outside. So, please wait yes,” said the female employee in VN uniform, explaining politely and kindly.

Prita rose from his seat, cross-seeking showing arrogance, fiercely glaring in disbelief.

“Outside? So you're saying I'm an outsider? You don't remember who I am!” Prita exclaimed fiercely.

“Of course I still remember. Mbak Prita is his ex-wife Mr. Bisma which means he was once the daughter-in-law of Ms. Viona,” said the employee quickly.

“That's you remember, means I'm not an outsider! Don't be an ashtray by the way! I'm reporting that Mommy just found out, let's get fired!” bully sergah. Unaware of the position of who he is now is so amazing not knowing himself. “Quickly tell me where Mommy eats?”

“Sorry, but Mbak Prita remains an outsider now. It's no longer a member of Miss Viona's extended family. I need to remind, the position of Mbak Prita is now only my former boss's daughter-in-law. Therefore I cannot divulge the information where Bu Viona had lunch,” he replied affirming without raising the tone of voice. Contrary to Prita's fiery reverse, her face was flaming red in anger as well as shame.

“You, your mouth sassy!” Prita shouted furiously. “Although only ex-son-in-law but I can still be categorized family!”

Prita threw her ass back on the waiting room couch. Restoring her hair rough, frustrated with the checkmate argument expressed by the employee because Prita certainly does not have Viona's latest personal mobile number. Her former in-laws shut down all access to communication with Prita after her divorce from Bhishma.

Prita massaged his scalp that throbbed pain due to accumulated aggravation. All his plans today did not go smoothly making him dongkol not kepalang. Starting from the failure to meet Bisma who turned out to be on vacation, plus now meeting Viona was difficult not to mess around.

“Where, Ms Prita? Want to call Bu Viona or wait?” ask the employee again.

“I'd like to wait here while looking at the VN collection. Just continue your work there!” banish prestige.

While the duo benalu is upset, two lovebirds who became their target are even knitting the beauty of romance in a cool vacation spot nan shahdu. Surrounded by green tea gardens. Inundated with low oxygen pollution. Surrounded by beauty as far as the eye can see.

After lunch, Tya kept his promise to present the openness that was promised to her husband last night. Both greedily sipped the honey of love. Pedaling together with tenderness so that the baby is not disturbed by peace. Climbing nirvana as high as above the soft of the contest.

The couple who recently returned together was fondling each other full of longing, seducing each other with a breath of earthy sigh in the villa room. Satisfy the cold air that greets the body, replaced with a dewy sweat, bristling from every skin pore and cuticle.

Long groans of male men with sexy feminine screams become a marker that their physical demands have been met. Tya drowned in Bhishma's chest. Dropped himself in there with sweat flooding in. Satisfaction was clearly imprinted on the look on their faces, flooded with unspeakable happiness.

Snappy, Bisma pulled a blanket that rolled tangled on the mattress that was still affordable by his hand. Closing it to their bodies that are still in an intimate position so that Tya does not catch a cold, then rubbing the moist back of Tya who rises and falls constantly, still in the phase of neutralizing the breath.

The floor covered in carpets looked unnatural, filled with clothes they both were thrown carelessly when both of them were impatient to combine love.

“Where is the stomach, does anyone hurt?” bisma asked attentively, rolling Tya gently to her side and embracing her affectionately, encompassing Tya with possessive cribs.

“Nothing, Mas. There's only good,” whispered sensual Tya naughty into Bisma's ear. Then drowned her warming face into the niche of her husband's neck, hiding from embarrassment at her own vulgar sentences.

Bisma chuckled happily, peeking at Tya's fat cheek. “Sleep for a while. Surely you are tired of going up and up to the top of the mountain full of spirit like just now?” moda Bisma retaliates against Tya's snub.

“Yes, I need sleep, Sir. Hug, let it not cool.”

At the request of the wife, Bisma hugged Tya more docked while stroking the delicate back of Tya soft until his wife was completely asleep wrapped in a blanket.

Grabbing the phone near the pillow, Bisma checked the incoming message. Mang Eko who sent a complete message with a picture capture of Prita and Radhika. He told me that his ex-friend and ex-wife had come looking for him.

"What do you want them to do?"

Seriate.