The Heart You Injured

The Heart You Injured
Chapters 16. Come Crushed



"This is actually who are we waiting for Jeng anyway? All the diamonds on Jeng Sonya are present. But why did the diamond not immediately jeng Sonya remove?"


The woman named Ummah Mahya looks so curious about Sonya's attitude that seems to stall for time by inviting to talk about a collection of complex mothers who are relentless. Even all the traveling food vendors passing in front of Sonya's house were called. Starting from the seller siomay, seller cilok, seller ice puter, and seller rujak all called alternately.


It does not necessarily make complex mothers feel happy because it has been treated but it raises a suspicion. Suspicious because Sonya was impressed to stall for time. Though this group of mothers are very impatient to have the diamond.


"Yes this Jeng Sonya is like stalling. Where's the diamond, Jeng? We-we also have other business, not just confined to Sonya's house!" upset a mother named Maulana ya Manna.


"Yes Jeng, where's our diamond. We have been waiting for the diamond for two months and the money we spend is not small. Twenty million we spent on the limited edition diamond," said a mother named Sri Astuti Rusli who was also no less anxious about Sonya's attitude.


Sonya's getting deep. It's mere*mas-re*mas clothing tip. His heart is beating faster. Someone who he hoped could be present in the last seconds faced with the complex mothers actually did not show the trunk of his nose at all.


"Emmmmm .. anu Bu-Mother .. that's me ..."


"What's this Sonya talking about? Why do you look so nervous? Don't-don't jeng Sonya trick us huh? Offering a limited edition diamond but no form?" prune a mother named Najwa. Even Najwa's tone sounded so intimidating.


Sonya. He who had previously lowered his head, now looked up. "Not Mom, it's not like that. I ..."


"Well, well, wow...it looks like we're all tricked by Sonya's jeng this is Mom. The diamond we ordered doesn't exist. Let's go to Sonya's jeng to RT sir!" shouted a mother named Susi to give an instruction.


Controlled by anger because they have been deceived, the mothers of this complex also immediately shook Sonya's body to take them to the residence of Mr. RT. At RT sir's house, they will ask for justice in the form of compensation for fraud committed by Sonya. Roughly, the group of mothers of the complex pulled Sonya's body to be able to arrive at the residence of Mr. RT. The woman can only bow down with the consequences of what she has to bear.


"So the story is like that sir. I have neither intended nor deliberately planned this because I myself have also been deceived, Sir. The friend who promised the diamond I couldn't call."


Carefully, Sonya tried to tell her sitting. He must be careful that what he said does not further fuel the fire of anger of the victims of fraud committed by Angelica. The woman's voice also sounded trembling which further indicated that she was currently shackled by fear. Fear, if until he was judged en masse for being accused of planning fraud.


"We don't want to know, sir. Whatever the reason, Sonya must be able to present the diamond, or else she must return our money. Because the money we spent was more than twenty million," exclaimed Sri Waltiyah's mother explained.


Mr. RT tried to examine this problem. In the end, he also made a decision that could be the solution.


"Then, Miss Sonya must take full responsibility because the victims are in direct contact with Mom. So, I asked Sonya's mom to return the money to these moms."


Sonya was stunned, not expecting that she would encounter a case like this. "But sir, how can I replace it? I didn't enjoy the money at all. I was even tricked, sir!"


"We don't want to know Mom. Anyway at the latest one week, our money must return without reducing a penny," said a mother named Arthi Yuniar asserted. It was Arthi's mother's words that made Sonya look deeper and her heart was filled with an extraordinary timelessness.


Oh my God.. What should I do? Where should I use the money? Bayu, yes Bayu .. I have to ask my son for help.


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