Widow Killer Rises
Chapter 50. So Spy

“Pak Broto, how are you? Come along to eat with us, sir,” answered Saras trying to stay calm, even though in the heart there is a rumble that rages.

Mr. Broto is one of the higher-ups who understand a little about Saras' closeness with Ravi. The man could have said something untrue about his closeness to Surya to Mr. Nugroho, or perhaps delivered something he shouldn't to Ravi himself.

Saras understood the meaning of the mature man's gaze, but he tried not to care. Instead of answering Mr. Broto's question, Saras instead asked him for news and invited him to eat at the same table. Outside office hours Saras will not care about someone's position and will behave normally.

Saras's conversation with Surya should they hold and now change the topic due to the presence of the figure of Mr. Broto, whether what is in the mind of the mature man, it is, so that he was at home sitting together because of a trivial offer berbasas from Saras earlier.

After the meal they finally disbanded, Surya and Saras resumed their journey. Surya drove the woman to her rented house. Even before descending, Surya deliberately conveyed a little stuffy feeling in his heart that had not been expressed.

"Saras, I hope you can be more careful with the man earlier! I see something is wrong with the way he looks at you, I don't know if this is just my feeling but usually I can still distinguish which way of looking good and which is the aura of a bad gaze from someone,” clearly revealed clearly what had been thought.

Surya had apparently also paid close attention to how a Broto looked at the woman from his past, even from the look of his eyes, Surya was able to judge that Broto seemed to be longing for Saras. Worse Saras did not even realize it at all, making the solar hand feel like wanting to be clenched tightly and released on the face of the familiar man before him earlier. That annoying sight really feels really annoying for a Surya, having to be patient seeing a shameless man with just a little pleasantry from Saras, just sitting proudly.

“Heem, time anyway, your feelings only time, no?” ask Saras as if he can't believe it.

What the fuck does the woman question her cleverness in describing the way a man looks on the face? Surya was a little upset.

“Trust me the same! There's no point in it if I have to lie about how to judge with a man's gaze on you, don't forget that I'm also a man, Saras!” Surya clucked his tongue to get a question back from Saraswati as if doubting his ability even though he had done the same thing a few years ago to the woman.

“Sorry, Surya, I didn't say I didn't trust you! I just don't want to be so bad at other people without proof. I didn't pay too much attention to his face anyway, why look at the face of a man who doesn't like me! Be calm, without you telling me I will listen to your advice! But do not forget to help me yes, about the problem you told me earlier!” answer Saras with a warm heart.

Surya is still the same as when they were together, always attentive without having to drain emotions when his heart was jealous. That was one of the advantages that Saras liked.

They talked briefly before finally separating and Saras is now in his rented house. The ritual of cleansing himself before going to bed he did so casually. His mind was tired all day, day and night even forced to carry out missions far from the concentration of knowledge he had so far. It was all he had to do because he was too respectful of Mr. Nugroho who had been considered like his own parents.

To wait for his eyes to feel tired and sleepy, Saras took the time to watch action genre films that tell about the life of mafia and spy agencies, with the main character of a beautiful woman. From the film he watched, Saras hoped to get a little knowledge about the Organization that is famous as the underground.

The woman continued to watch with the focus of the film that was being aired on the world's most preferred channel of netizens, the storyline is so good able to hypnotize his own mind so subconsciously his hands began to look for paper and pen to be used as scribbled material about what he considered important to note. The woman quickly noted down some important parts of the film to serve as one of the guides for the case she is currently in.

“It turns out that quality movies can make us smart, and worse I was very cupid all this time. Hehehe, it turns out that Ravi's case made me have other skills. Alhamdulillahot. There is always wisdom from every event,” muttered Sars increasingly excited. occasionally he laughed and fantasized if he was the female character in the film, which is in the film, how cool If until it becomes a reality, it feels like Saras is like a child who fantasizes about something excessive in a dream.

Saras was looking at himself in front of the mirror, wearing all-black clothes that fit perfectly on his body. Not to miss the black hood and also super advanced sunglasses, boots complete with secret weapons. On both thighs were already tucked two sophisticated firearms. Black coat perfects his performance tonight. Really the performance will look so cool, especially his face that often looks flat and rarely smiles, except only at the closest people. Wouldn't he look perfect like a real spy?

Saras was ready to quell the evil of the savage men who had no conscience, before leaving the mirror, the woman did not forget to apply a glossy maroon-red lipstick, a cruel smile was engraved on her lips.

“Turn you all tonight, I will not forgive any of you!” the monologue Saras leaves his home. With arrogant arrogant steps Saras towards a metallic black car that is equipped with complete weaponry and sensor detectors that can provide information anywhere the enemy is located.

In a house dominated by the color red, the woman stood tall with a gallant. Saras's black car is intercepted by some men in black, Saras quickly incapacitates them all using a weapon that can be removed by his car.

His super-sophisticated glasses scanned everything in front of Saras, seen safe, the woman dashing gallantly at the fiery red door.

Braakk!

Everyone in the room turned out to be gambling, shocked and not a few of them fainted from a heart attack, and several other servant women ran to find safety.

Saras pointed at the short-barreled weapon that was in both hands, with a demonic smile the woman shouted out loud.

“Death to all of you! There are still many people out there who are starving and in distress, but you are casually playing on the embers of hell!” A terrifying grin was clearly exposed from his lips.

Dor's!

Dor's!

Dor's!

Bugh!