SOUND FOR DILARA
CHAPTER 50. CONSPIRACIES

At a club in Jakarta.

A woman with a sexy body, sembai and long hair is cool enjoying the thump of deafening music.

At one of the tables, the corner of the room was dim. The two narrowed eyelids adorned with eyeliner glanced sharply at the figure of the woman with wavy hair, the wacky body in a dark red dress, the middle of her body darting on the dance floor.

"Cheryl Patricia, how are you?" he muttered with the corner of his lips pulled upwards forming a look of a mocking smile.

"Maybe you forgot me. Ex-wife who wants to come back. You know, your husband's remarried?"

He turned off the cigarette butts on his left fingers in an ashtray on the table. Exhales a puff of smoke into the air, then gulps down a tequila shot before joining Cheryl who is increasingly the center of attention.

Ezra was lucky to meet a woman like her. Wild though sexy, away from the charming image of El Qavi.

Dissolved into the beat music rhythm, the two then faced each other.

"Hi" said the woman with long hair.

"Hi," Cheryl replied.

"You don't remember me?"

"Who's? forget, sorry," said Ezra's ex-wife, quickly.

"You want to bet again with me? money or your ex?"

"Fu-ckk, what does that mean?" Cheryl stopped the dance. It melengos, leaving women riot carriers and mood destroyers.

The mature-aged girl followed where Cheryl had gone. He pulled a chair right next to El Qavi's widow.

"Hi, don't be rude!" jakak Cheryl does not accept, her privacy in the USik.

This is his club. He is very familiar with anyone who often comes, has fun even looking for a commotion.

"Easy, Former Madam .. I just want to say Hi. We've had one alma mater if you forget," this woman's tone was very relaxed, as if reflecting that all in her control.

"I forgot, who are you?" ask Cheryl again.

"I don't care, maybe you'll remember if I made an offer with you" she said.

"What?"

"Give me that serum. Which he used on you often" he whispered in a mocking tone.

"Who do you mean?"

"Don't pretend to be naive, Cheryl. Didn't you approach her just for a distraction when Ezra left? just for your uncontrollable incitement!.... or asking for help for your father's company is just a pretext? for him to accept you, "this narrow-eyed woman analyzes.

"He is handsome, young and passionate. Suitable to be a target for pleasure, right?" accuse him again.

"Why did you ask me to take the serum?"

"Something ..a stupid woman like you won't understand" he sneered again.

"Just prepare one billion, for one serum ampoule, or you can take it from me. My blood is too contaminated by the curse liquid" Cheryl said, smiling in mockery.

"Don't be insolent .. if I don't get what I want. Your blood will not only be taken, but simultaneously drained from the core hole. Look at...."

The mysterious woman, to Cheryl, demonstrated how she would skin him if he sniffed cheating.

He pierced the olive fruit, with a toothpick to mengun-crkan fluid from the fruit and then rotate the position of the somersault.

Glekks.

"Don't fuck with me. I'm waiting for your work immediately. And we meet again next week here" he said with a sharp eye, piercing the bead of a socialite named Cheryl Patricia.

Her hair bristled in harmony with the woman's step away. His hands clenched, the teeth of the vaneer also grumbled to hold the growl.

"The face is familiar, who is it? si-all, my life why is this, threatened here and there, fu-ckk!" he kicked the table.

The woman with wavy hair who was sitting at the bartender's desk was anchoring her head on the table.

His mood dropped dramatically, the temptation of the lustful man was not he ignored tonight.

...***...

China's.

Let alone to sip the bitter liquid, only the fragrance just touched the sense of smell. Ezra often vomits nausea, but the desire remains firm. Coffee cup.

"Boss, just take a break," suggested Rolex seeing Ezra urinating.

"My goal was to ask for coffee to make my time more effective. Today I was very productive, Lex. You smashed it with your weird coffee, instead" the architect was annoyed to be played with by Rolex.

"It's not me, but you ... that body .. yeah, that's a weird .." Rolex replied unaccusedly, instead he gave a signal with his eye tail that his digestive system could be disturbed.

"I'm suddenly dizzy." Ezra buried his face resting on both arms that were on the work desk.

A row of dozens of coffee lined up neatly there.

"Boss, here. There's a signal, please," Rolex thrusts his laptop right in front of Ezra.

Highlights of the husband's eyes away from the wife sparkle as the footage begins to spin. The nanny who perfectly understood their circumstances became an oasis for him.

"Lex, Dila's voice if najai firmly yes. Approaching perfect, but why doesn't he talk to me?"

Rolex did not respond to Ezra's rant. He was busy arranging the coffee cups that were still warm to be within reach of his Boss' hand.

"Boss, coffee, it'll be cold" Rolex said as he pushed the cup.

This leader of El Qavi subconsciously moved his right hand to touch one cup of that pitch black drink. Inhaling the deep aroma, then sipping slowly.

"Wow, miraculously," Rolex muttered seeing that very different things had happened.

Though earlier, let alone taste, just smell he said to make nausea and so on. But now, the drink was almost exhausted leaving only dregs.

"Enak, Boss?" rolex Fishing.

"Lumayan, not like the smell of the got," he replied not looking away from the laptop that still plays video.

"And just squirming Madam Doank's back, boss. It's a lot of nagging," Rolex said again trying to resuscitate Ezra.

"Shut up, Dila's on the payroll."

Opportunity for Rolex.

The man offered a check, to be signed by Ezra. The old bonus never melted, hoping that the end of the month he can enjoy.

"What'sthis? I'll transfer it later with your salary" said Ezra, removing his checkbook.

"Well, Boss. Withholding that person's rights is not good," Rolex undauntedly persuaded.

"Work first, you ate a blind paycheck while we were in Surabaya because Papa paid you. I too, have already transferred salary to you," said Ezra.

Rolex is not out of ways. He grabbed an apple-iconic black pen and returned the same.

Ezra this time signed the check sheet. Rolex cheered in the heart.

"Yes." Yeah." His lips are signaling. He nodded as if to say how happy he was.

But just now the assistant was about to move from the side of the leader. A sentence struck him right at the heart while making Rolex lunglai.

"Don't be excited just yet.see the date of the melt.." whispered Ezra still did not take his eyes off the laptop with his left hand propping up his chin.

Rolex stopped stepping. He reopened the writing on paper that had just been torn from his parent book.

"What! next year? Boss!" rolex yelled and Ezra closed her ears.

The man was about to take his laptop, but Ezra deftly avoided.

"Boss! ... Missis! your husband is childish," exclaimed Rolex after his childhood friend. Until Rolex managed to take the sacred object from Ezra's hand.

"Dila, No, my Dila. Lex, dare?"

"Select Miss or fix this?" haggle Rolex with a shitty smile. Lifting the laptop in your right hand and checking the other fingers.

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