Temptation Sexy Neighbors
Apologize

Inggit ignored Fandi's question. He did what Fandi had done to him, being cold and indifferent. Apparently, the heartache that Inggit felt was still imprinted in him. The feeling of humiliation because it continues to be rejected by Fandi continues to be imagined and has destroyed the self-esteem of Inggit.

Fandi again asked Inggit the same question. "Git, you haven't answered my question. What is your relationship with our next door neighbor?"

Inggit continued walking into the backyard and took out the contents of the plastic bag he was carrying. There was clay, watercolor and canvas that he asked Dalvin to buy. "There's nothing" Inggit replied coldly.

Inggit tuned in to classical music rather loudly and was busy with clay in his hands. Inggit does have an art blood attached to him. Maybe it comes from his parents, Inggit himself does not know. Just seeing his parents, Inggit never. Inggit hobby of painting and making art crafts from clay.

Fandi breathed deeply. He was upset about Inggit. Fandi went inside his room and accidentally didn't lock it. He thought Inggit would tease him again like before, apparently what Fandi thought did not happen. Inggit was even engrossed in working on his art until night and went straight into his room. No teasing or just asking if Fandi wants to eat or not. Fandi feels his wife is very strange, not like the usual Inggit.

Fandi who usually comes home late at night even sometimes stay at the office now always come home on time. He was curious about Inggit. Why can Inggit in such a short period of time go from being aggressive to being extremely indifferent? Impatiently constantly ignored, Fandi again invited Inggit to talk.

"You why the hell? You don't usually ignore me like this, you know!" fandi protests.

"Then who can usually ignore that? It's just Mas Fandi and I can't?" sindir Inggit who is busy working on his statue.

"That's not what I meant. So you're mad at me? Okay, I'm sorry for what happened back in my office. You came by yourself without saying first. I don't like being bullied at work. To make amends, how about we have dinner out together?" tawar Fandi's.

"No need, Mas. I've been cooking. If you want to eat out, eat alone. Let me spend it later, redundant," said Inggit coldly. Inggit did not look at Fandi when he spoke. Inggit was upset because he did not see any regrets in Fandi.

Fandi looks upset because his good intention to invite Inggit dinner instead rejected outright. Didn't he apologize? Why is Inggit still being cold to her?

Fandi deliberately restrained himself. He did not want to be impressed to force Inggit to go with him. He also put on a cool pretentious attitude even though his heart was upset not playing because it was rejected Inggit. "Well if you don't want to. Though I would like to take you to eat a super tasty and expensive A5 meat steak. If you don't want to."

Inggit did not respond to Fandi's remarks. He was still engrossed in the clay sculptures he made. An upset Fandi leaves Inggit and goes into his room.

Inside Fandi's room nagged to herself. He was upset because Inggit kept ignoring him. "Surely all this has to do with that coquettish next-door neighbor. Since when did they get so close? Just be careful if the neighbor rese it to brainwash Inggit!"

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Hatchyim!

Dalvin suddenly sneezed. "Who else is talking about me?" inner Dalvin. Dalvin's in his office. His men ask Dalvin to come because there is important information to be conveyed.

"Boss, he's finally confessing!" report Dalvin's men.

"good. Let me hear the confession myself!" Dalvin leaves his comfortable office. He heads underground to a secret place he deliberately created so that no one knows what he and his men are doing.

In front of Dalvin appears a man aged about 50 years with a battered face was beaten up by Dalvin's men. Dalvin's men swiftly gave Dalvin a seat.

"Hows it? Do you want to confess?" dalvin asked in an intimidating tone.

"Please let me go. Pity me. I have a wife and children who still need me. Don't kill me, I beg you!" pinta man in front of Dalvin. His eyes were swollen and his temple was torn. Sadists are right the way Dalvin's men interrogated him. If only he had confessed immediately, surely the wound he received was not this much.

"I'll let you go if you answer my question honestly. There's no point in me holding you longer in this room. The choice is you get out of this room alive or ... dead?" Dalvin stared intently, the man in front of him to the point of shuddering in horror.

Dalvin did not hit and torture with his hands. But Dalvin's threat is more sinister than his men.

"So .. Where's Angel?" ask Dalvin.

The man in front of him shook his head. "I don't know."

Dalvin smiled smirk, making the man in front of him feel an even more sinister aura than before. "I don't like wasting time. My time is precious to be spent with a useless person like you. Answer honestly, where's Angel? Didn't you bring Angel back?"

"Sa-I didn't bring Angel. A-the child ... was already dead hit by a car," the man in front of him replied stammeringly.

"ANGEL CAN'T DIE!" dalvin shouted in a loud voice. Dalvin stood up and kicked the man's chair tight. Emotions now rule Dalvin.

Bruk!

The man grimaced in pain as the chair he was sitting on fell down and his body also fell down. The man's eyes widened when he saw Dalvin approaching. Fear now dominates it. Dalvin is dangerous and scary. Much more dangerous than his men.

Dalvin prepares to kick the man in the face with his boots but he does. The man shouted loudly. "I know the license plate of the car that hit him! I'm honest, please forgive me. I was just told to look after Angel but she ran away and got hit. Please forgive me!"

Dalvin breathes a lot of air and exhales it violently. "It's good that you're honest. You still love your life as well. So, what's the license plate number for the car?"

"B 0909 LO."

Dalvin directly rules his men. "Find the license plate he said. If it's true, set him free and throw him on the side of the road toll. If he dares to lie to me, just take his life!"

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