Slovenly Girl Mama's Choice
Chapters 10. Wagering

The typical voice of the gang frontman was surprisingly a couple who were spoiling. Dista released the link of her husband's hand on her stomach, after being caught red-handed by Dion.

“Heh Kampret, if you come to the house of people greetings first cake, knock on the door cake, Kan impression it's like I was caught cheating on my own home.” Oceh Vicky.

Haha...

Dion finally came in and laid himself on the soft sofa. Looking at the table there were a few glasses, it seemed like Dista had just arrived a guest, and Dion was questioning him.

“There are guests, Bro? Dion asked, pointing with his chin towards the table. Dista says it was his schoolmate who stopped by the house. But the man couldn't believe it, since when did the home girl have a schoolmate. If the woman says Vicky's friend, Dion will believe it.

“Ah, Lo it's not a talent lie Dis, I know well, who Lo!” dion's speech provoked Vicky's emotions.

“No one knows Bini Gue, other than I, including Lo, Bro!” connect Vicky.

“Lo just say, who came here, Nyokap Gue? Same who?”

Vicky, still in his formal suit, took off the tie tied around his neck, and his wife brought him two cups of coffee from the inside. Instantly Two handsome men in the living room laughed in light of the old college days.

“Nikmatin aja Bro, Dista already good now make coffee with fried bananas,” added Vicky.

Haha...

“Bjok Lo Vick, I so not tired of drinking coffee because remember the fried banana made by bohay.”

Dista also sat there, convincing Dion that he also needed a figure who could accompany him, a place to share and complain, just as he and Vicky needed each other.

“But Dis, you two love each other, it's hard to be happy you two passed, even you know each other long enough, Well if I?” complained Dion.

His friend explained, if all the couples are not perfect, so with him and his wife, sometimes they make small fuss, but someone must understand also succumb. So that the problem does not get any late.

“The problem is, you two do not know the girl who is married to I, so you can say so.”

“Say ...” Dista rectifies his speech, almost to the point that he has met Kania, the woman of his family's choice.

“Ehm, put it this way... How about triple date? Iwan Sama Yoshi also come, unfortunately Bayu is not bad because there is work.” proposed vicky.

Dion thought that both of their friends loved their partner, so they could easily pass the time. Dion again did not want to try, even though his two best friends were eager to help.

“Lo again bokek? Until I ajakin out of town don't want to, huh!” tease Vicky. Dista tried his luck to seduce the man, usually succeeding if he asked. Sometimes I feel bad.

“As for Dion, rarely can we go with kayaking first. Later son Iilean nih,” Rayu Dista. Seeing his wife so shrewdly make his appeal, Vicky grabbed his wife's arm and leaned his head on the little shoulder.

“Indeed you don't want to like I'm gini? Why the two, especially if the night, beuh steady! All drive tests, Lo's nearly rusty nuclear test, haha.”.

“Fuck Lo Vick, we bet ya! If I miss the same dirty girl, I'll be Lo's personal driver for a month, If Lo loses, Lo must fill all my requests, how?”

“As long as it's not the Dista you asked for, I'm fullin. I know where Lo's brain is going, bro! and I make sure it never happens....!

They both agree, Dion and Vicky bet. Dista will help her husband to win the bet, good enough in the hotshot driver of the gang frontman.

After meeting with Iwan and Vicky, Dion returns home. He did not see Kania in any corner of his house.

Ujang who had just washed Chandra's car immediately came to his employer's son as well as his chatting friend. Seeing Dion's calm countenance, signifies his mood is in good shape.

“What's up with Dion? How come you fuckin' like that? Aaa ... Again looking for Mbak Kania yes, hayo ngaku!” Ujang Goda.

Dion laughed, his chin raised. A code, if Dion turns out to be looking for it, and Ujang said if the girl the Madam brought had been driven home by this afternoon.

Dion was slightly disappointed, though in his heart cheered. He had other plans after discussing with his two best friends.

“Oke deh Mang, continue the work, I want to take a shower first!”

Agnes, who heard the words of her son and Ujang, immediately approached the worker.

“Where's Jang? As per our plan?” asked Agnes, and a smile appeared. Agnes issued several nominal money sheets of hundreds of thousands and gave them to Ujang, as a sign of cooperation. Agnes exerted all her efforts for the sake of her only son.

“Later tonight, it looks like Mas Dion is coming out Mom, do you need Ujang follow?”

The woman laughed without a sound and invited Ujang to the tos. He is happy, if all his business goes according to his plan. If her husband was in control, Dion would have run away from home again.

“Oke Jang, I'm waiting for you! Bonus small matter, which is important all smoothly. If the mission fails, the bonus fails to melt,” Agnes's tease to her workers who have served for many years.

The thing that makes the workers feel at home to live with the Wijaya family, because they are all humble families. Although his wealth was countless, they treated his workers like his own relatives without calculation.

To that end, Ujang promises to help Dion treat his broken heart, as his love is unrequited.

“Woy, Mang! Howling Lo! Saturation later!” Dion patted the bloody Sundanese man's shoulder, to tiptoe.

Seeing that Dion was tidy, Ujang questioned him, but the man only said if there was any business outside.

The sound of the motor was heard, and Ujang immediately rushed to follow him. Although he had lost track due to the traffic jammed streets of Jakarta, finally Ujang found Dion who was in line to order eggs martabak.

“Kan's right, definitely want to turn a girl. Caught buying egg martabak.” Ujang Lirih.

Seeing Dion's motorbike enter a housing estate, Ujang immediately informed his employer by sending a photo.

“That's Kania's home.” Agnes cheered, to the surprise of her husband.

Agnes asks Ujang to stand by there until Dion returns home. Per one hour will be paid one hundred thousand rupiah, to watch over the son of his employer.

“Ready Bu!”

Ujang was like a thief watching Dion from a distance of a hundred meters.

Dion, who had arrived in front of Kania's house, intended to knock on the half-opened door. But before that happened, he saw Kania seemed to cry by holding her cheek that looked like a hand.

A man violently pulled the girl's hair with no pity at all, until Kania fell down.

“Stop Fuck!”

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