Widow Twice
Returnees

Jul leaned against the bathroom wall. His wife did not open the door for him. He looked down at the cassava that was still twitching. He held it, trying to push back with his own hands. Not good, but it's painful and unpleasant. It's definitely not good, there's no slippery in his hands. He walked to the dresser, picked up a handbody.

"What Jul should wear this" he opened and poured it on his palm. Happ... perfect landing in cassava ready to plant. Before he planted his farm, the bathroom door opened.

Cleks...

Via smiled faintly at the stupidity of her husband. He knew he would stroke his cassava with a handbody in his hand.

"Mas, need help."

Jul turned his head and snorted, he then looked at his wife.

"Via, help Jul" Via did not rub, he walked towards the suitcase that her husband slammed into. No matter whose house and whose room it is. He was sure that this was his residence.

He opens a towel that is coiled on his innocent body, wearing his clothes in front of Jul. Jul himself who saw the innocent body of his wife, added twitching. He approached her.

"Darling..."

Via did not bother him he was busy picking up thin lacy clothes in bright red. Especially before using Via first menggar then lowered his legs and wear it. It was clear that Jul who saw Alvia looking down while wearing a frilly triangular cloth was getting hotter. How not Alvia's smooth butt touched her cassava.

Jul mangap mangap, it's like fish run out of water. His hunting breath withstood the headache of a twitching head.

"Well..."

Via wanted to laugh at her husband's heartbreaking voice. She turned and put her hand on her husband's neck.

"Let's take a shower, mas should massage itself. Look at him already full of the same handbody. So Via can't help, later Via can be poisoned."

Via whispered in Jul's ear and kissed his jaw. He then let go of his hand and turned around.

"You're having a hard time pledging to Arka"

She smiled and closed the door. While Jul himself still sculpting. His breathing was still hunting withstanding the mounting turmoil of passion. He was sure that two days and two nights he could not sleep because of his cassava.

" Look out you're Alvia, just look tomorrow you can't walk, huh..."

He walked while pressing on hers, hoping it could ease the pain.

Via went down the stairs while, his eyes did not stop glancing in any direction. He still can't believe that Zulkarnain has a home here, let alone this is very luxurious. Is this the result of robbing, ah time yes Jul robbing.

Via wandering around the mansion, he searched for the whereabouts of Arka. I don't know where this kid is.

"Carcinium, Archa.."

There was the sound of a loud laughter typical of his son. He stepped up and was shocked when he saw Arka and the dog in his hands wet.

"Carca,"

"Ma here, rain." Via stared in disbelief at his son. He then turned to a middle-aged woman not far from Arka.

"Whose mother?"

"Mother works in this house." Ida nodded.

"Since when, then,?"

"Barusan non, it used to be this house owned by Caucasians, non. And the bule sells this house, he says he wants to go back to Arabia."

Huh... Via looked at the middle-aged woman. Is true... That means her husband just bought it.

"Well..."

He turned towards Jul. She frowned looking at the appearance of her husband. Isn't it night time, where does her husband wear clothes like that. Don't tell me he wants to race motorcycles again.

But Via only said in his heart, even if it was true her guess, if her husband was really the head of a motorcycle gang in this city.

"Where are you going.?"

"You get out for a second, wait for Jul to come home."

Jul left Alvia. He gets a call from Farel if the kids already know and they want to meet him. So inevitably he had to meet her. Than them, come here.

Brumm..

Jul stepped on his accelerator after the guard opened the door. Yes Jul's house is quite luxurious. He was able to hire two guards and maids in his house. In contrast to his home in the village. It's not just Jul who's hiding his identity. The parents are the same, they prefer to live quietly in the village.

"You're sure it's the boss."

"Related.."

Farel only exhaled slowly. Actually he himself did not agree if they wanted Jul back on the circuit. He's sure if Jul has come back here again it will be difficult to get out. Especially that guy is married. Obviously the Via they are after if Jul wins the race. This is illegal.

Brum...

They were all surprised by the classic BMW cars that stopped in front of their headquarters.

"Bosses..."

Jul snorted hearing them simultaneously call out to him. He walked and they hit his body.

"Bos what's up,"

"Good.."

Jul stepped in, inside a beautiful woman sitting at a table and smiling at her.

"I don't think you're going back."

Jul looked at the woman dressed in sexy steps towards him. Rizka Amalia, the only woman to join her motorcycle gang.

This thirty-two-year-old woman, was one of Zain's partners while on the circuit. But he did not know that Zain had just disappeared without news. Of course all his gang members are in disarray. No more training and beating opponents in matches. They were disappointed with Jul's decision. But I don't know where they're looking, nobody knows. Sixteen years old this man has just shown himself. Zulkarnain, a man who was once a teenager now has transformed into a man who is handsome and handsome.