The True Bucin Pay Killer
Buying Plantations

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1 year later.

After Alina leaves again from Raka and disappears. The double-haired man this time tried to toughen up and gave all his companies to Vincent, Abel, and Verdant without even asking for profit from them.

Every now and then Raka receives a mission to kill the person she really wants to kill. Tap spent most of his life over the past year as a mechanic in a motorcycle repair shop.

A rather obsolete motor workshop in the suburb of Sidoarjo bears a silent witness to Raka's life today.

"Mas Toldep! My mother!" call the figure of the middle-aged woman in front of Raka's workshop.

Raka people are very easy to get along with, not only charming, friendly, but Raka also often distribute food to the surrounding residents. No wonder the workshop is always crowded and filled with many customers, especially female customers.

Although Raka already wears round glasses, a fake thin mustache and also a tompel. But still the charm always makes all women warm womb.

"Yes, mom!" sahut Raka came out with the door next to the rolling door, because the workshop had not yet been opened. "Sorry mom, I'm sorry to open the workshop. Understandably, it can be an old child, hehehe …."

"Find the wife donk mas Toldep!" seduhan Sinta with a friendly smile. "Oh, yeah. Why is his name Toldep? Is that a real name?"

"Biasa ma'am, the children here call him that. My real name is Gibran, hehehe …." Raka chuckled while scratching her non-itchy head. "His tires are leaking, is it Sinta's mom?"

"Yes to Gibran. Please help mas, because I want to bring my employer's children who have long taught in Kindergarten school. Fear of being late," Sinta said.

"Well, ma'am, I'll use the bee pace" joked Raka and made Sinta chuckle softly.

Raka immediately opened his workshop and held a Honda Beat matic motorbike whose rear tires were flattened. He started patching the motorcycle tires that use tubles tires. So Raka easily patched the rear tire of the motorcycle that leaked impaled on a nail.

“Mas Gibran, would you like to know your employer's child? Who knows if you can go to pelaminan, hehehe ..?” sinta Goda.

“Ah, mom. I'm so ashamed of this, hehehe …. I don't know, mom. At this time I did not want to focus on the household, afraid of running away after seeing my real face and background. The last time I was left out. I'm going to be sad.” Raka acted pretending to be sad.

“Ya its name is also a mas business. You see, I like the pity of the mother's master's son. Every day he comes home alone and sometimes likes to go home at night, because he has to work part-time at a restaurant after going home to teach.”

“Mother is afraid if she's in anything. He is also still the responsibility of my mother if anything happens. She is beautiful again, even if she wears any clothes. I became more worried,” explained Sinta and managed to arouse Raka's heart.

“Oh, pity also yes ma'am. Yes, I'll pick him up tonight. Let him be safe, how?” tawar Raka who wants to open up for another woman, “Who does she work for?”

“If morning teaches at Kindergarten Sanubari heart near here. After teaching him a job at Lippo Plaza Sidoarjo,” replied Sinta.

The girl the two of them were talking about finally appeared. The figure of a silver-haired girl with a modern-day shouldered hairstyle, wearing a white shirt covered in a black blazer and a black skirt dangled to the heels.

His pink lips only wear lip gloss that makes the lips more tempting and wear glasses that cover his silver eye beads.

“Mother has been patched yet her motorbike banner?” ask the sexy little girl.

Raka continued the process of completing the motorcycle tire patch without regard to sounds that were familiar to him.

“Mommy already. It's done.” Raka lowered the standards that enforced the motor and parked it to the front of the workshop. “Then ordinary mah fare 10,000 hehehe ...”

Sinta gives a 10,000-money flyer to Raka who keeps bowing her face every time she meets a young girl.

Raka goes into his workshop and ignores Alina's metamorphosis into a teacher at Kindergarten Sanubari.

"Eh, acquaintance dong!" Shinta patted Raka's shoulder that went inside her workshop.

Raka looked up, then bowed her face. She had already completely closed her heart to another woman and tried to forget Alina's reflection in her heart as well as her mind.

“Paan anyway, ma'am!” Alina refused.

“Ya contact us. It's not papa. Mas Toldep let me be your bodyguard and pick you up when you get home from the restaurant. You start tomorrow have to work back to Jakarta.” Shinta pulls Alina and Raka's hands together. “Tuh, it fits. Mas Toldep rich Arjuna, you rich Srikandi, hehehe ..”

“To-toldep,” said Raka nervously with a bow of face.

“Maharani, call Rani,” reply Alina with a friendly smile.

Ever since the two killed her love, they both lost their love instincts and could no longer feel the gentle touch of love from each other's hands.

“I will deliver and pick you up. It's my number.” Raka takes the butut phone in her pocket and shows her mobile number to Alina. “Later phone only. Relax, I won't do a no-no.”

“Yes, I believe. Recommended person Mother is always a good person.” Alina recorded Raka's number on her cell phone. “Thank you for helping Mom and me.”

"Sama-sama," Raka replied still with her gaze bowed to Alina.

Then the sexy little girl went on a motorcycle driven by Sinta to TK Sanubari.

Five minutes later, the Toyota Alphard stopped in front of Raka's workshop. Out someone wearing a black suit and wearing sunglasses. Mature tan skin with Mohawk hair model that sparkles under the sun exposure makes Raka surprised.

“Whats up! How are you njot!” greet Abel in American Rapper style.

Raka immediately curled Abel's neck and pulled him into the car, “Cungkring! I told you if I wanted to see me not here shit!”

Abel releases Raa's hand pitting her neck, “Sorry bro. This heart really misses you. One year you disappeared and there's no news. Good thing the eggplant hair told me. I'm tired of living a lot of money. Actually not because of a lot of money, but because you're not among us. Back!”

"Ogah ah, males. It's delicious like this I. Although mediocre, I adem ayem and can be calm. Don't have to run to red wine and foya-foya anymore. Now if the most dizzy drink fanta,” reject Raka.

Abel just let out a long sigh to see his best friend who did not want to go home and live with treasure again.

“Ya, already. I don't mean. but if there's anything contact me, Vermuk or eggplant hair, okay.”

“Ya.”

Raka was immediately out of the mili Abel car that was on a business trip in Sidoarjo. He wanted to buy a plantation in Sidoarjo to increase his property assets.