VIRGIN SYSTEM

VIRGIN SYSTEM
When on the Road


If there were no voices calling out to Angela, maybe now Rafi and the woman could do more than just play Angela's hand. In any case the effect of Angela's soft touch of hand on Rafi's trunk roused the young man's wild soul to do more than that. But it stopped when Mommy's voice echoed calling her son's name.


Rafi only snorted annoyedly because Angela left just like that. With a grumble, Rafi put her trunk back into the drawstring she was wearing and then got up to the bathroom. There is no intention to remove the burden by using hands in the bathroom. Rafi prefers to temper her desires and vent them later while sleeping with Marisa.


"Aron and Maxi aren't going to Daddy's office?" angela asked a few tens of minutes later as she, Marisa and Rafi were about to get ready to go looking for clothes for a party all the way to enjoy the atmosphere of the big city in the country.


"No, we'll come with you" replied Aron. "I think saturated too if you continue to see the office. At home, I'm the same Maxi always goes to the office, right?" Aron and Maxi are Angela's older siblings and they are twin sisters. They are a little older than Rafi. The difference is about two years. Both bodies are very sturdy and certainly a little higher than Rafi.


"Yes, then you drive the car? We don't have to bring people in" Angela said.


"Is Rafi not good at driving?" ask Maxi.


"Rafi's not an expert. Because of the focus of office affairs so he rarely practiced," Marisa answered him. With Marisa, Rafi felt helped because of her lack of fluent English.


"Udah, you guys are driving. You've been to this country a few times, haven't you?" Angela is back.


"Good good."


The debate was over and they immediately left without wasting any more time. Aron is holding the wheel while Rafi is sitting next to him as a guide. The rest sit in the back.


When the car they drove out of the gate of their house, not far from there, two cars each containing several people in it immediately prepared to follow the car Rafi drove. The five children were supposed to be carrying bodyguards, but because they felt confident that they could take care of themselves, they chose not to use bodyguards. That made it easier for them to be followed by a group targeting one of the five people in the car.


"We're looking for clothes first or play?" bargain Aron with focused eyes gazing towards the front.


"We're going to my boutique. There are also clothes for men and if the time is meped, we can still get a pretty good and different clothes," now it was Marisa's turn to voice her voice and all agreed with the woman's proposal.


After traveling for approximately thirty minutes, they had reached their destination. After the car parked perfectly in place, the five young people immediately rushed out to the three-story building that looked very crowded.


Without them realizing it, there were eyes that always watched the motions of the five young people. They were the ones who had followed Rafi's car. Three people who were originally in separate cars now blend into one car, and the other is left empty behind.


"How's this? Looks like the current target is not alone?" ask one of them.


"Don't worry, instead it will be an easy way for us to knock out the target" the other replied looking very confident. "You better tell the others to come here because our target is here."


"okay!"


And almost two hours passed, Rafi and the others just came out of the boutique after getting what they were looking for. Now they just go somewhere. They decided to go out of town looking for a cool and pleasant place to relax.


At first, their trip was pretty smooth and looked good. But as they began to enter a fairly lonely journey, they felt strange with the two cars in front of them. Not only that, when some of them look back, they are also surprised and feel the same oddity.


"Something seems to be following us! Look, the car is in front of us. He's like blocking our way" Aron said as his eyes caught two cars slowing down in front of them.


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