Thought by Maid, Turns out to be the Mafia Wife
78. There's Traitors

In villa. Young couples are busy harvesting vegetables and fruit. While older couples prefer to see a farm that is quite far from the villa managed by the workers.

While the three babies Nabilla is temporarily foster by a waiter with in friendin ummi Ambar who does not want to be involved with her ex-husband to join the farm. Arsen was busy with his game. Nadin and Arland were busy harvesting vegetables. Reno and Celia picked the chili and cayenne pepper while Wira, Devan, Lea and Lira picked grapes, oranges, melons and mangoes.

Lira feeds wine to her husband. Lea was peeling the ripe mango and then given to Devan.

"It turns out to be fun as well as our harvest event today, baby," said Lira.

"More fun if I can harvest your body," said Wira so frontal.

"Prophey dear! three more days. I'll be satisfied soon!" canda Lira shy.

Arland and Reno bring a basket filled with vegetables, tomatoes and chillies to the villa's terrace. Nadine and Celia brought water to their husband. Everyone is enjoying their holiday so much right now. They can garden other than the honeymoon.

"Honey. We take a shower! my body's on hives!" bring Arland.

Nadin who knew that it was only a reason her husband who actually wanted to ask her to make love. And Reno also used the same excuse of taking his wife to take a bath.

"Aunt Yanti. The vegetables are on the terrace. Please fix it!" pinta Celia's.

"Good non. Let aunt take care of it. Miss take a shower and rest" said aunt Yanti.

"Thank you Aunt Yanti" Celia said as she climbed the stairs.

The other two couples had already followed and put down baskets of baskets containing fresh fruits of their crops this morning. Both couples decided to swim. Lea immediately changed her swimsuit specifically for Muslim women. While Lea chose to take a shower because she was menstruating. And Wira chose to accompany his wife only.

While in America. In the white building, Nabilla and Amran are inside the white building. Nabilla, who is consistent with her shar'i outfit complete with her veil, is now gracefully walking towards the meeting room, where attendants and officials are waiting for their arrival.

Apparently at this time, Nabilla had to introduce herself as agent two to the new president with her ranks. She also introduced Amran as her husband.

"Good night, president!" greet Nabilla while mentioning her status.

"Please sit! we need to chat for a while while waiting for dinner to be served by the waiter" said the precedent sir.

"How are you agents two! how's your country doing after the revelations about the mafia cases and corrupt officials?" ask the president who knows the case.

"So far they are still in the process of continuous investigation even though the evidence of their crime has been submitted to the authorities and has been rolled over to the court but the trial has not been held" said Nabilla.

"Why could that be? is there still a problem?" ask president.

"There's no problem mechanically, sir. This is more to the thinking of the people involved who are looking for reproach to trick the law to free these individuals by manipulating the data. That way people who are lay people of the legal world who hear the news from the media that has been bribed to spread rumors by conveying their news through the media on the grounds of insufficient evidence, he said, wrong target and presumption of innocence.

That way the punishment will be accepted by the defendant is the possibility of a light sentence or parole. In short, wanting to escape by pretending to be unhealthy is undergoing outpatient treatment," Nabilla's timpal made the president chuckle.

"The legal game in your country is so sad, miss," said the president.

"But not with the laws of nature, sir president. When they can defy the law in order to free themselves from the entanglement of the law, nature is waiting for them with punishment. They might be able to escape human punishment, would they be able to escape the punishment of nature?" seloroh Nabilla asked the officials.

"What do you mean, miss?" ask the minister wrong.

"We have a soul to live in a healthy body. If the soul is too sick to heal (mentally) then the body will react with a deadly disease. God has his own way of punishing his hypocritical servant. It could be from a chronic illness, a vehicle accident or nature that is more ingenious to destroy their crimes.

The simplest example is being hit by lightning immediately dies, sorted out. Rather than those in prison, the state still guarantees them food and other necessities, isn't that very detrimental to the state?" timpal Nabilla made some officials shudder in horror at the punishment Nabilla described.

The president nodded and asked for his guest to head to the dinner table room. Nabilla and Amran walked together into the room and took their seats according to the direction of the palace attendants.

The dinner was solemn. The menu prepared for Amran and Nabilla separated its cuisine according to their beliefs. So they sit close to the president's seat because they are the main guests that are given special priority by the president.

"Agent two. Is the knowledge that you have can not you just teach to some of our IT experts or selected agents that we will prepare to replace you later? that way we do not need to bother you to go back and forth to this country for this important business," said one of the ministers.

Nabilla pulled the corner of her lips. He had expected that there would be such a request at this dining table. Receiving a dinner banquet will discuss political matters and that's one of the people learning the meneer table.

"It seems that every human being has been given the privilege of his God to learn anything in order to help their respective countries and not need to involve other nation's assets for emergency purposes. Why should I teach them? if they themselves do not try to meet the expectations of this country. Maybe the master can force them a little more to be able to optimize their skills to master the science that I have created a giant computer?" nabilla's speech made Mr. Stuart hold back angrily.

"Hasn't this country already paid you so that the knowledge you have should be able to teach the nation's assets to master the program you created?" mr. Stuart's tone of voice sounded a little intimidating to Nabilla.

"Are you threatening me, Mr Stuart?" shoot Nabilla straight to the point.

"That's just your feeling, miss. I speak as a state servant to educate more competent people in the IT world like you," said Mr. Stuart a little relaxed but not with Nabilla who has got a crime signal on this table.

Nabilla finished her meal quickly and gulped down some water to clear her oral cavity of her food.

"I'm sorry I can't fulfill what you're asking Mr. Stuart" Nabilla subtly declined.

"Why agent one? do our people not meet your standards to receive knowledge from you?" ask the president.

"It's not so, sir, the president. I have taught the people elected by Mr. M before, long before I returned to my country," said Nabilla deliberately paused his sentence.

"Then, why can't they operate the computer during the chaos in the country?" ask the president.

"President. If anyone did the theft of this state's valuables, it would mean someone told him to, right?" ask Nabilla.

"Of course" the president said.

"Means that guy knows the ins and outs of the museum storing those valuables. If the thief can be caught then it will be revealed who the mastermind is. Nah, IT experts who sit all night to see the situation by hacking CCTV and turning off important parts of infrared light that can not be passed by anyone but can be passed by the thief it means there are people in the one involved in the theft.

And at this time my arrival became frightened for him even he was threatened to be caught by me," said Nabilla clearly make the atmosphere heated and people who meant Nabilla could not dwell.

"Do you mean that in this table of our supper there is a traitor sitting with us now, agent two?" ask the president.

"Of course, Mr. President" said Nabilla.

"Who's miss...?" ask the president.

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