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Lunika was still staring at her husband with question marks that controlled her mind.

"Why are you carrying a gun? is it true, if your job is the Mafia?" the sentence he held finally came out on its own as well.

"Bringing a gun?" asked while frowning his forehead.

"Yes, carry a gun. What does it bring? sacks for the loot?"

Rayan smiled at him, then approached the wife who looked a little nervous as Rayan looked at her.

"This is a gun for you, just in case an enemy comes to you. Aren't you good at operating a bullet through the lip of a gun? take good care of yourself at home, and never to get out of this house." Said Rayan, at that time also Lunika's suspicion was getting stronger. But want how else, Lunika could not yet urge him.

Inevitably, Lunika tried to remain calm. Although in his mind stored a million curiosity of the husband.

"I'm leaving, remember! don't get out of this house." Rayan said goodbye.

"Yes" he answered briefly. Not wanting to buy time, Rayan immediately left the house.

While Lunika immediately dropped her body on the bed. The feeling of fullness he felt now had made him sleepy.

"Niko, Mama's darling. Just a minute, Mama's been missing out on you, son. Mama feels imprisoned in this house, Mama is afraid that Mama will be removed and separated from you." He muttered while staring at the sky of the room.

Instantly, Lunika was aghast from her position. Then he remembered something he had thought about earlier.

"I have to check the contents of this house, I have to be able to ascertain who he really is." Mumbled Lunika while looking for an idea.

Before examining the contents of her husband's house, Lunika picked up a gun placed by her husband in a small closet to guard.

"First, I have to check the room. Yes, usually the room is used as the main hiding place." He muttered, then opened the cabinets one by one and nothing was left behind in the traces he found.

Many times open the contents of the closet, all he found was bad luck. Namely he did not get his bright spot, all he got was tired and also upset.

"Damn! I didn't get any results, I have to check what else. Even I've opened a secret place in the closet." He mumbled who kept thinking.

At that moment, his gaze was fixed on a drawer that made him curious. Quickly, Lunika immediately checked a small drawer.

"ah! damn, there is no evidence. Ah yes, I just remember if there was a small room in the room? all right I'll check on him." Thought Lunika who kept trying to investigate.

"Locked, again. There must be a complete package about who he really is. If there's no secret, where might be locked." Said Lunika who continued to monologue.

Lunika kept thinking of finding a way to have the door open without leaving any traces of damage.

Arriving in the room, Lunika put her gun back in its original place. Then, Lunika dropped her body on the bed and closed her eyes to rest.

Elsewhere, Sessorang is busy with his confidants. With lightning fast, he immediately finished his work without caring about the people around him.

"Sir, what other plans are you going to do?" ask a man who has been faithful to his Master's trust from the beginning to meet and know each other.

"Do according to my orders with the plan I have neatly arranged for you to work on." His orders were on all his men.

Unlike in other places, the figure who always holds a grudge is laughing satisfied when the plan he designed will succeed.

"I don't need to step in to finish him off, enough of my weapon will." He said with confidence, then downed his drink to the toilet.

Time passed so quickly, it did not feel the sky was dark. Only the stars are scattered beautifully in the sky.

Having no choice, Lunika ended up busying herself in the kitchen to cook with the ingredients.

The smell of soup is so stinging, making the sense of smell of someone who has just returned home tempted by the aroma of cooking from the kitchen. Whether there is any plan, Lunika deliberately cooked her husband's favorite soup first. Either to provoke a reaction, or .. provoke emotion.

"Well, you cook too." Praise Rayan basa basa basi say hello, Lunika herself just glanced.

"Don't praise much, I don't like it. Now, change your clothes quickly. If you need a shower, so that your body does not feel sticky and sultry." Lunika orders casually, Rayan herself finds it strange to find her wife inversely proportional before she leaves the house.

"You're not in a drama, are you?" tanya Rayan tried to investigate.

"If so, why?" he replied casually while stirring his chicken soup.

"Hem, good if you want to play drama. I'll compensate him, who knows you're in a state of caliphate." Tempted Rayan while blinking her eyes.

"Don't piety, I'll never be a philanderer." He replied with a ketus, then he immediately prepared his dinner in the living room. Although quite narrow room, but still able to accommodate a couple to enjoy dinner together.

The lazy Rayan digested the change from his wife, he went straight into the room. Without any suspicion, Rayan did not think of a trace of CCTV footage in the house.

One by one, the clothes he was wearing finally came off as well. Then he immediately cleansed himself according to the orders of the wife.

While Lunika is still struggling with his activities in the kitchen, so long he never cooks with a simple menu. At that moment, Lunika remembered her childhood which was so heavy her life path had to be passed. Cacian, humiliation for the sake of insults he often received. Coupled with her unclear status because of street children, Lunika often gets scorn from people who do not like her.

"Why did I suddenly miss Mom, was it because I was in a lonely mode?jshst once I'm this. Remembering Mom when I was in trouble like this, it's a shame to call her. I really miss eating together with a simple menu, and accompanied by boisterous laughter between us. Aaah, I hope I'm allowed to play at Mom's." Murmured Lunika while wiping the table.

After finishing the kitchen, Lunika immediately returned to the room to clean up because the body felt sticky and very uncomfortable.