WHY LOVE
Action Night

Nico entered the black car parked in front of the gate. Sitting in the front seat, next to the driver who was upset about the 15 minutes waiting for him.

"Sorrys. I love Sacred sleeping pills first, let her sleep soundly." Without waiting to be asked, Nico immediately apologized because it was too late.

The start stop engine of his SUV car has been pressed, resulting in a smooth engine sound. Malik looked over with a frown. "She's insomnia? To have to take sleeping pills."

"Oh, let's go! How do you understand." Nico shook his hand, with a faint smile.

Despite hoping for an explanation, Malik could not protest. He drove his car at moderate speed down the street of an elite housing complex to the capital's never-sleeping highway.

"Where are we going?" Malik's view remains focused on watching the busy road smoothly.

"Better we stay in kosan. We will see the drama happen. I've sent a message to Siska, the haughty mistress. Pras' assistant business, there's already a cop in love with him." Nico took out the starter card from the other phone he was holding. He used the card disposable, broke it, and threw it into the street. Malik's men have given valid info if Pras has just entered the boarding of his mistress.

"The girl's still in college semester 4. It came from the village." Malik gave an additional imformation about the young leaves belonging to Pras. Who was even younger than Winda, Pras' son.

"I even feel sorry for the girl's parents, will soon accept the harsh reality. Surely at first full of pride, his son can go to college in a big city. Maybe tomorrow morning, the news of the Pras scandal will go viral in various media."

Nico slid his back on the back of a comfortable leather seat. His gaze glared, his steps had already so far scratched up one's rottenness. Yeah, wrong on his own. It's already bothering a Nico. It was as if waking up a sleeping tiger.

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Subuah message received by Mrs Siska who was hanging on the sofa, massaged her legs by Wati, one of her household assistants. He was playing a sophisticated phone with an apple logo bitten, when a message from an unknown number came in.

Mrs Siska, come now to boarding Boulevard no room 13. Your husband is there.

Madam Siska frowned, astonished and disbelieving by the contents of the message that listed shareloc the boarding address. He contacted the sender number several times, but failed because the number was inactive.

"Wati. You can come out!" Madam Siska pulled her foot from Wati's lap, shaking her hand so that the housekeeper immediately came out of her luxurious room.

Curiosity rattled her heart and mind, for her husband's name was mentioned in the message. Her husband said he was out of town two days this morning.

What is Papi doing in Kosan ?

Madam Siska walked restlessly back and forth inside her spacious room. A bad possibility came to her head in case her husband cheated on her.

Ah no!

Madam Siska shook her head. He returned to thinking positively. The handsome man of his time, whom he loved and trusted to lead his parents' legacy company, to the extent that it has grown to the present, is unlikely to betray. That was the positive thought he was building right now.

"Mommy wait!" Winda called from the upper stairs. Holding her mother in a hurry to the exit.

"Where are you going? It's the night." Winda looked at the mami who dressed neatly with a branded bag.

"Mommy's on a sudden business, meet a friend. You wait at home!" Madam Siska looked agitated as she gave an excuse. He does not want his only child to know the purpose of his departure.

"Why do you have to be night-night, Mam? It could be tomorrow morning or noon." Winda felt awkward with the reasons his mother made. Winda forced him to come along. Instead of time being wasted, Madame Siska had to obey him.

"Don't get angry. This message is not necessarily true." Lady Siska comforted her real son who also calmed herself down.

The car arrived in front of the high gate of a 2-story boarding house whose building was quite good. In a hurry Mrs Siska and Winda got out of the car, heading for the guard post. There was a security man sitting there playing a game with his cell phone.

"Sir, I'm going in. Open door!

Petugaa security looked up, when he heard the sound of a woman's sniffle.

"Sorry ma'am, it's forbidden to accept guests at 9pm." The security officer answered kindly and politely.

"Call the owner, quick! Tell him, there's a big madam wanting to meet."

Who the hell is he. Put on calling the Madam big everything.

Although full of question marks, the officer would like to contact the owner who lives inside, one complex. Because seeing the appearance of his guest is very convincing that he is a rich mistress.

A white-eyed, narrow-eyed man in the 40-year-old range, walked out of the gate.

"Can I help you, Mother eh Madam?" greet the man calling the name according to the security.

"I asked to be taken to room 13. He said my husband was there." To the point, Mrs Siska conveyed her point.

"The room number 13 is a student, not a man." There was a hint of shock on the face of the descendant's man. Because this expensive boarding is free in male or female habitation and free to bring guests into the room.

"I'm lazy to talk stale. Quickly grab the keys and get us there!" Mrs Siska pulled out 15 red sheets, clenched into the hands of the landlord's man.

What can be done, the costal owner succumbs to the bribes that are in his grasp. He gave way for two of his guests to enter the gate whose bars were covered in fiber, so that outsiders could not peek inside.

Madam Siska.and Winda were surprised instead of playing, looking at each other. Real Pras luxury sedan car parked.

"It's true, my husband is here." Impatiently, Mrs Siska asked the boarding house owner to quickly retrieve the spare key.

"But the Madam can't make a fuss here, lest we wake up the other cost-dwellers. If you want to go berserk later at home." One step further to the room at the bottom of the end, the owner of the room asked the two guests to promise.

With her heart pounding, Winda held tightly to her mammary arm. The feeling of the two mixed up staring at the door leaf with the key that had been rotated.

The door was wide open, with a dim light atmosphere. The three people looked around the room, there was no one. Only the letter sofa L facing the TV is displayed on a minimalist table, and a refrigerator is in the corner of the wall.

The noise from the direction of the room made the breath of Madam Siska and Vinda feel stuck in the esophagus. The groaning was chorus of male and female voices. With her knees already shaking, Madam Siska ventured to hold the door handle.

Brakes

The door is wide open.