Sugar Daddy Savings
Cuckoo Cheating

“Shinta, I call an ambulance. I'm afraid you're why-why.”

“Nevent gone, Ram. I just need enough rest.”

“Oke.”

Rama immediately carried this body towards the hotel and checked in, I smiled triumphantly. And sitting relaxing on the hotel lobby sofa while waiting for Rama who takes care of everything.

My goal is to bring Rama to this place of privacy is not just to satisfy lust, but to set a strategy to be detached from Om Yip.

The one pair of clothes we were wearing had been torn off and scattered in the hotel room. For some reason, the smell of Rama's body became a special opium for me. Even his breath excites all of my trump cells.

Rama's chest field coupled with the fine fur around it made me want to go straight to the middle of the game and willingly die there. However, Rama is different from Om Yip when making love.

Om Yip is always in a hurry and there is no sense in this self to do it on and on. Just for the money, I did it. Although studded with romantic sentences and sweet attitude is also stressful that he often does when there is time in the hotel.

Satisfied playing with Rama, I want to enjoy a night on the beach with a beautiful sprinkling of stars on the horizon. Sit next to the hotel lobby. Hands rested on the long chair.

“I'm jealous to see you carried with him!”

I jumped, shocked not to hear the heavy voice of the man who had not appeared beside me since when.

“Abi?” I looked at him questioningly. His face was flat and looked straight ahead.

“I know he's your husband now, and he deserves to do that to you. But, what about my heart?”

“Your heart is none of my business. You chose to love me.”

My chest went up and down quickly, like a boyfriend who was caught cheating on me with another man. I tried to avoid Abimana by stepping away. Abhimana hugged me from behind tightly, tightly. There was a bouquet of roses in his hand.

“Tell Shinta, that you don't love her. Please, just say once.” She shed these tears, hearing it that desperately. I don't know what this situation will be like. God, I know I'm the woman you think is strong. I'm the special woman you chose to go through all this.

“There's a mission I need to complete with him, Bi. After that, I will take responsibility for your heart.” Slowly Abi's embrace weakened and his hand slipped from my body.

I wiped the tears that fell down my cheeks as I walked away from Abimana. Decide on my love, and I don't know what this story will be like. The bouquet of roses in Abimana's grasp seemed to wither before I could receive it.

“OK. I wait for your responsibility, Shinta!” the screams I didn't care about. However, he ignored her and seemed unconcerned about her condition. Why did he come back after saying he was leaving. I want to bury the love I have and all the flavors. But I'm not strong enough.

I don't know why life becomes this complicated. Again, Rama stood up at an inopportune moment. I just left everything and headed for the room. It is up to Rama what he will do, and how. Maybe he'll come back with a snow-cold one due to disappointment.

Arriving at the room I immediately threw myself down, hugging the edge of the blanket. Thinking hard enough about all this. The knock on the door of the room forced me to open it. If Rama, he would have stayed in because the door I did not lock.

Again the sound of knocking is accompanied by the sound of people from behind there. “Excuse me, sorry to interrupt. But, the man who was with you earlier was involved in a fight outside.” I immediately opened the door when I heard the hotel attendant.

“What?!” I took a deep breath, massaged my forehead slowly then, “oke, I'll be there soon. Thanks infonya.”

I took a thousand steps to the location where they were fighting. By the time they got there, they had been sitting opposite each other with looks of hatred. The corner of Rama's lips was seen flowing fresh blood. Abimana, though, seemed to be moving her cheeks.

Security was watching the two of them, I asked him to leave because it was a personal matter between the three of us. I ruffled my waist and walked back and forth while holding the jidat. Breathe three times, three times. Then start the conversation.

“You are not a child anymore, why are you like this.”

“Udah, already! You, Ram. Why did you hit him? Take a look,” I asked Rama who was holding the end of his chin. Then throw it rough, while pressing the wound firmly until he grimaces noiseless.

“You, Bi. What hurts?” Abhimana just raised both eyebrows and played her tongue on the inner cheek.

“There's this substance you two are? To hurt yourself, you know! Especially you, Bi. You're a cop, how viral was this? Your reputation that protects the people of bad luck. Everyone will judge you abuse power.”

“But they will understand that I am doing this for the sake of my love for you, Shinta.”

“What? Of love? I'm Shinta's husband. You don't deserve to say love in front of me.” These two handsome men stood up and puffed each other's chests.

“Enough! I don't want to hear any more excuses from you! You better go home, Bi. And you, our business is not done. Wait for me in the room!”

I drove Abimana to the parking lot. As for Rama, I asked first to go into the room. Even with a grumbling face and a pouting mouth, he walked away.

“Shinta, I miss you. Can't we go home together tonight?”

“Bi, please! Know my position.”

“Hmm, okay.”

After closing the door of the hotel room, I sat next to Rama who was caught in my net he turned his face and body from my sight. Playing the phone while sometimes glancing at me.

“Ram, I don't want you guys fighting because of me. And, sorry I didn't believe you earlier.”

He was silent a thousand languages, only the sound of his breathing was heard. My phone rang, Om Yip called for the first time after I got married.

He asked us not to come to the opening ceremony of the boutique Ny.Lim.afraid, if his wife would treat us like the events of yesterday and just aggravate the situation and drop her pride in front of her business colleagues.

It's actually a good opportunity for me to escape from the entanglement of this old bandit. I asked Rama to devise a strategy to bring them down together. The inauguration that will be held tomorrow after that makes us eager to arrange a plan.

****

The day came, I walked gracefully behind the branded clothes hanging to lure Ny.Lim to me. I walked up to the locker room, exactly as I thought. This eyebrow-embroidered woman was trailing and there were only the two of us in this square room.

He immediately slapped this cheek firmly, I called Rama who was ready with a microphone that was directly connected to the loudspeaker inside the boutique. I just quietly received a picture of the cheek of Mrs Lim's hand.

“You, how dare to come here!” his screams are blind.

I approached and whispered, “I'm here at the invitation of the man who saved me.”

He grabbed my hair until this head looked up. “Women ******! You're his mistress, why pretend to be a mistress! Very presumptuous to come and expect love from my husband! You, just love in bed to satisfy his bravery.”

“Yes, you're right. But I can satisfy him. Now, I am pregnant with her child,” reply me by gently rubbing my stomach.

One punch he lay in my stomach until I spontaneously screamed and Rama immediately came when I almost fainted in pain. Om Yip seemed to be slapping the powerful Ny.Lim, his eyes glaring full of anger.

All eyes were on me as Rama carried this frail body and shouted for an ambulance. Slowly blood flowed down my legs. “Shinta, survive.”

“My son, Ram,” I said weakly and my eyes began to shut.