Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 142

Sinful Angel Chapter 142

It's been half an hour that Prita was hanging indistinctly. Finally, he decided to go to a fast food restaurant. Buying a drink to quench his thirst because he was getting tired while riding on a battery charge. The Power Bank he used to carry was left behind in the car, so this is where he is stranded now to turn on his car that is out of power.

Thirty minutes passed and felt the battery was enough charged, Prita finished charging. Turn on his phone and his frustration grows. Because, there is no history of calls or chat messages sent Radhika just to ask whether the business is finished or not as long as the phone is dead.

“Actually this Mas Dhika go find information where the hell? Until you don't remember ngabarin his wife who again bunting released alone from last afternoon!”

Prita connected the call to her husband's number. Somewhat difficult to connect, whether the influence of the signal he did not understand. After two attempts, he finally hooked up. However, it did not lift.

“This is why not lift-up!” grumbled Prita upset not playing. His annoyance is piling up.

Meanwhile, in Mark's basement, Radhika has just spilled her n*fs scroll with Cyra sitting on her lap. Cyra's clothes were exposed everywhere, not completely dated. So is Radhika who just open the zipper and lower her pants, while the other clothes are still fully attached.

“You are great,” whispered Radhika with an affectionate look full of satisfaction.

“You are also great, Sir,” reply Cyra naughty with a wheezing breath.

Radhika's phone placed near the steering wheel rang. Cyra who was still sitting on Radhika's lap looked behind her back. Radhika is now leaning with her eyes closed, pressing on the back of the chair while enjoying the remains of a throb under there with both arms still hugging Cyra's slender waist.

“Pak Boss, your phone sounds,” says Cyra while gently patting Radhika's cheek.

Radhika straightened her back, loosening her head to see who was calling and Prita's name was on the screen.

“Ck, why now!” pissed off.

“Your wife?” Cyra guessed easily Radhika's expression. He has often seduced people's husbands, especially men who make money to meet his hedon lifestyle. So it was not strange anymore for him with the face of the crocodiles greedy caresses when the legal wife contacted when their husband was sweating with him.

Radhika nodded lazily in response. Feeling his pleasure disturbed. More and more days his life continues to be hit by problems. Not to mention Prita who always wants to control it in various things.

At first Radhika had no problem with it because she loved Prita even desperate to play crazy when Prita was still his best friend's wife. Helping Prita to take the Eternal Light from the hands of Bhishma.

However, over time he felt he was not considered the head of the family. Feeling himself just treated like a lackey Prita. Starting to get caught off guard especially after a chat with Markus a few hours ago who heated up by calling it SSTI. Do not remember the baby with Prita soon will be born into the world.

“It's better lifted. Poor wife. Already three times he called,” said Cyra sweet, understanding snobs.

Radhika grabbed the lips of Cya who greeted Cyra just as hot before deciding to end the argument in the car. Although not willing, Radhika would not want to ask Cyra to wake up and their relationship was released.

Cyra moved to the chair next to her, immediately getting her clothes fixed as well as Radhika. Then Radhika signals Cyra not to make any noise before she raises the fourth call from Prita.

[“Mas, where the hell are you! Why did you pick up the phone for so long? Get me now!”]

“Propay dong, Ta. I was horrified by my reason. Earlier the car tire suddenly deflated and my phone forgetfulness sprained near the seat, so less sounds fitting you call just now. I tried to change the tires myself but the equipment carried was not adequate, so wait for the mechanic who was called to the place where our car was parked and the mechanic long arrived.”

[“Just a clean slab it's a tyre affair! I was tired of walking in an uncertain direction while my phone died and Mas did not ask at all the news of my plan how, make me upset. Pick me up at a fast food restaurant near Sinar Abadi's former headquarters. Don't be long!”]

He is unlikely to immediately launch to pick up Prita in this chaotic condition, it certainly raises suspicion. Radhika has to clean her tracks with Cyra in this car first neatly so as not to be smelled by Prita.

Despite a snort, Prita agrees to Radhika's idea.

[“Ya already. I'm waiting for Mas at Swiss Belhotel. I'll send you the room number.”]

“We can still see you, Mr. Boss. I would like to come to Jakarta as well. The important thing is appropriate,” said Cyra meaningfully as Radhika lethargicly put the phone into her pants pocket.

Radhika's disheveled face instantly brightened back. “It's good. I'll call you soon, sweetie. But, I also have an offer for you.”

“What is it?”

“I want to make you my mistress.”

*****

Bhishma could only remain silent without a twist when suddenly Tya whined to shave the sideburns in her jaw which began to grow long when the time was up the contest. Want to shave until it runs out even though usually Bhishma still leaves short only.

Bisma was silent, sitting on the edge of the bed like a robot with horror expression, inversely proportional to Tya who squeaked happily when allowed to shave. Perched in his lap, started rolling the razor.

“Be careful yes, dear. I'm afraid razor sharpness hurt your finger.”

“Iya, yes. Don't carry on, I'll be careful. Hence Masnya diem,” said Tya happy.

Although horrified, Bisma asserted the words of Tya. Not only was he afraid of Tya's finger being injured, but he was also horrified that her face had been scratched by a knife. However, how else but silence and give up than Tya badmood.

It seems that in this cravings phase makes Tya habits sometimes unusual accompanied by unusual requests as well. Like midnight yesterday at about two in the morning, Tya suddenly woke up from her sleep and cried to eat pea seasoning lilok.

Fortunately, the food available in the villa kitchen is still possible to meet Tya's wishes. Erna's tea was quick to make and Bhishma also intervened. Making a bowl of pea seasoning lilok in the early hours of the morning which Tya immediately ate with greed.

Tya also so often wants to spoiled on him, possessive, even easy to glaze that is not at all reflective of a tough and strong Tya. Teh Erna said, usually it's baby-congenital.

“Well, done. If the gini is more handsome,” Tya's drum along with Bisma who breathes a sigh of relief because finally the thrilling moment that feels horror has passed.

“You like?” bisma looked up, then hugged Tya who sat on his lap more docked.

The question of Bhishma even made Tya frown. Tya fumbled her husband's jaw. Observing stick with the forehead that is getting folded in.

“Why, Honey. What's up?” bisma asked in astonishment when she saw the beautiful look of his wife who looked strange.

“I think I prefer the jambang Mas that was like earlier. Why is it that after shaving there is no sandy sensation in my hand? How do I turn it back on so it's like that again?” he said without sin, rather forcefully, making Bhishma confused to answer what, fearing mispronunciation.

Seriate.