Sugar Daddy Savings
Caught Ms.Lim

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Three months I've been Om Yip's mistress. Money continued to fill my account and somehow I became closer to Abimana. Rama, he has explained absolutely nothing since the last time discussing marriage.

He behaved as usual and was not disturbed by my refusal to ask for his reasons. Nor did he tell me the reason behind proposing to me the other day.

During the day, Rama took me to eat at a restaurant near the temple. Whether there was any wind, he suddenly asked me to come there. As per his request, I asked Om Yip for permission to go out for a while with Rama.

When he arrived, Rama had not yet arrived. Just me sitting at a round table with that white lacy tablecloth. Ten minutes I waited, came a blonde woman with green eyebrow embroidery. Wearing hot pants and a bling-bling t-shirt, he sat in front of me. I wonder in whose heart could it be Om Yip's wife?

My chest rumbled, there was fear creeping through. His gaze was extremely unfriendly and made me shudder in horror. Sometimes I turn my face the other way.

“Just do what you want. After all, he will still be my husband. You are not the first girl to be his mistress.”

“Sorry, I plead guilty,” I said bowed shyly.

“But ...” He called out to two burly men to drag me who would be taken somewhere. I was forced into the car, Rama was also there with his hands tied behind his back.

“Rama.”

I was pushed in and next to Rama. The woman sat in front of us watching as she held a golf club. “Street!” his orders.

The car drove fast, then stopped somewhere. Pictured in my eyes, a vast courtyard like warehousing. A lot of transport trucks there, it looks like it's close to the port.

“Ram, what is this place?”

“This is where they usually export goods. Also their illegal work is done here.”

“Then, what does it have to do with us?”

This dark and muscular man pulled the two of us down from the car. A green field with a wicket was seen behind the trucks. We were both tied up on the side of the goalpost.

Then the golf ball floated after being hit by Ny. Lim. “You must know that my husband already has a wife, but still you continue!” he shouted by hitting one more lucky ball did not hit my face.

“Sorry, Mom. But this is overkill, in my opinion.”

“I sincerely pray that the tears of blood that come out of your innocent eyes can take my place someday!” his blind yell hit the ball that kept pointing at me.

Rama shouted to ask the lady. Lim for not doing it. However, my face was already filled with blood due to the impact of the ball hitting the temples of the eyes and nose. Not infrequently, my body was hit with a golf stick.

“Rama, is she the woman you really want to protect?”

My eyes dimmed at this old woman standing up and looking madly at me. The two of them kept arguing and Rama kept begging to let me go.

“Poor woman who only wants my husband's money! How many times have you slept with her, huh!”

“Enough, Mom! Dissatisfied are you killing my ex-fiance for just one mistake that wasn't even his fault?”

I looked at Rama who was seen shedding tears. He kept begging and whining for my life.

Rama's screams called my name, before I lost consciousness. Either I'm alive or I'm dead.

I don't know how long I've been lying in a white room with my hands still attached to the infusion needle, as well as the oxygen hose in my nose. When I opened my eyes, I saw my mother holding a prayer mat.

Dropping my tears as I watched him give his hand after running two prayer rakaat Dawn to pray for my healing. I turned my face away trying to wipe away the trail of tears with my thumb. For quite a while I cried with my eyes closed, the chair on my left squeaked finely.

Mother rubbed the head, I immediately turned my head and wiped my tears. “You're sober, Honey?” he may hear me sobbing, “alhamdulillah, O Allah. You heard my prayers all this time.”

“Bu, forgive Shinta.”

“Nothing, Son. It's not your fault, the person who made you like this has been thrown in jail.”

I tried to get up from the bankar, but mother's hand held this body to move. I want to find out who's to blame for all this.

The sound of knocking on the door rang out, mother letting him in. Abimana emerged from there with a bouquet of flowers in his hand, shortly after Rama was also present behind Abimana carrying fruit.

“You've realized, Shinta,” asked them simultaneously and then looked at each other. Abimana wore a shirt with the muscles of her arms and stomach, quite sexy. Rama is still the same as the shirt rolled up the elbow.

“Mother is out for a while, yes.” I nodded weakly.

These two men looked unfamiliar, even Rama showed an annoyed face. “Shinta, I'm not here as a cop to handle your case or to ask you for an interview as a victim. I came here, pure wanted to see you after Bu Yuni gave the news that you were aware.”

“Ram, how did all this happen?”

“Long story, Shin. I'll tell you later, yes.” Abimana looked at Rama intensely and telisik, I who was still not so powerful just nodded.

Om Yip went in with mom, I was surprised not to get stuck. “Mother met Mr. Yip in front earlier, Shinta. You do not realize this father who takes care of all hospital costs. He's your company boss, ‘kan?”

“I-iya, Bu.” I swalloped and swallowed a heavy salivary with the presence of Om Yip in our midst. Rama appears to be twisting a lazy eyeball and pulls Abimana's hand forcibly to come out. Om Yip was still standing and kept looking at me without a blink.

Abimana refused to leave the VIP room I was in right now. However, Rama hugged his burly arm and let the two of us talk.

“What the fuck! Release!”

“Udah, ntar I'm clear outside. You need a witness, ‘kan? I'll be a witness representing Shinta.” The two of them continued to argue making my head become even more dizzy. Mother pulled the earlobes of these two athletic men to get out of the room.

After they came out, Om Yip sat on the edge of the bed. He tucked the hair in my earlobe, stroking this cheek gently. “I'm sorry, Shinta. All this because of me. From today I will provide an escort for you, yes.”

“Not done, Om. I'll be fine.”

He clasped my finger, smelled it softly. “I've bought you an apartment in the middle of the city as a sign of my apology. I'm sorry, Shinta.”

“Still, Om. But ... What is Om's wife? We'd better end it, Om.”

“No! I will never end this relationship. You don't have to think about it, yeah. I will take care of him, now you focus on your health. Excuse me first, yes.” He kissed me on the cheek and slipped the envelope and the apartment key under the blanket. I speak a thousand languages.