Wife Held by Mr. Aryan
chapter: 28 Wrong Targets
"Kesya, huh?" Greet the man
Kesya who was playing a mobile phone, immediately turned her head.
"Where is it? How come there's no news? Your phone number cannot be contacted either. Change the new number?"
Kesya glanced at Aryan. From the look, Aryan. He seems to be angry again.
'Well, in this case. Can be in diemin nih I got a week' Inner Kesya
Aryan just sat quietly while playing his phone, while occasionally glancing at Kesya as well as the man earlier.
"Where have you been all this time? You're missing there's no news." Kesya responded with a horse's grin.
"Sit down, sir."
The man who was called, Sir by Kesya was immediately sitting right in front, Kesya.
"How are you, sir?"
"Good!" Thinner
"Don't, don't go crazy. You answer my question first. Where have you been all this time?"
"Em, there's a sudden business, sir. So you can't wait, Father or any other child."
"Reason!"
"I think you're already innallahi. That's why there's no news."
"God! So, you really have a heart? Still my life, sir."
"Well, how do I know. I thought you were isdet yesterday. Good thing I didn't send flowers to your house."
"Oh my god, sir. Oh yes sir, isdet what language is it? How did I just hear?"
"Ah that, alien language. You won't understand anyway."
Before long, the long-awaited order finally came.
"Please enjoy." Said the waiter while putting down their pen earlier.
"Thank you, Ma'am."
"The servant went away immediately."
"Ah, fresh." He said after drinking Aryan for half.
Seeing this, Aryan was furious. "I'm sorry, Mas. That's my drink, why are you drinking?"
"Oh, got you? I guess for me."
Glacier!!!
The man swigged back the drink until it ran aground. Aryan's anger can no longer be contained.
Bruk!!!
Aryan kicked the table.
"Who are you anyway? Have I noticed how much?"
"You don't need to know who I am. I'm talking to you again, Kesya is not the same you."
"I'm her husband, Kesya. Why?"
"So people are not very clear. Suddenly playing with rage, Kesya again. My drink, you're finished too. No manners!"
"Hey, it's up to me dong! Anyway, you don't have to interfere."
"Come on, Key we're out of here. I lost my appetite." Aryan immediately pulled Kesya's hand away from there.
"Sorry, Mas. The order hasn't been paid yet." Say one of the servants
"Well, that's it, Ma'am who paid." Aryan said as he pointed towards the man who made his appetite disappear.
"Yan, how did you go anyway? It's a shame that it's the food. Where hasn't had time on icipin yet."
"Udah, we'll find somewhere else. I want to see people."
Aryan began driving his car to a crowded highway with other motorists.
"Where do you want to eat, Key?"
"Whatever, let's go, Yan."
"Who was that? It's so bad."
"Oh, he's my ex-boss."
"Boss? Rich boss is that the shape? Great yeah, you can survive with such an extraordinarily rich boss."
"Actually, I'm not at home. But what else, my name needs money. Don't want to, just hold it."
"Thank you, did you meet the same, did I? Free from human beings whose form is so rich."
"Ih, who said? My fate is like, out of an ant hole, even into a crocodile hole."
"Still find my rich crocodile. Mana handsome, tajir, kind, suave, helpful, everything."
Aryan was proud of him.
"Hurricane, Yan. Lager is heavy."
"Yeah, a little cake. Ribet is very."
"Yan, I want to eat rice paddies deh kaya."
"Padow rice? Hunt our starving dead, Key if you have to go to the field first."
"Good, Yan! Please deh, bego lo it throw away first. Just made a sprain from earlier."
"OK deh. But, where do you want to find rice field?"
"In the restaurant by the roadside it's a lot."
"Lo's low on taste, Key."
"Songong very, lo. It's the most delicious food in the universe."
"Especially if the side dish is using young jackfruit gulai, there are fried salted fish. Emm, delicious."
Kesya continued to imagine the food she wanted, to the point that her saliva dripped.
"Jeez, Key! So dirty! Sample netes-netes saliva, lo." Aryan said while shuddering in horror at Kesya's saliva.
"God! Sorry, the brakes are blong again. So just slide him." Sahut Kesya while wiping using his hands.
"So eat some rice?"
Kesya.
Aryan turned his car right in the small stalls on the side of the road.
"Yan, is this stall thing?"
"Real! Look, you read. NASI MUSLIM. idah, come on in."
Hesitatingly, Kesya entered and sat inside.
"Why do I feel that something is strange?"
"What the hell is it, Key? Your feelings only once."
"Yes! Really deh. We are in the wrong place to enter the stall. Ask the seller first."
"Just a minute, I'll ask you."
Aryan got up, then walked towards the place where the shop owner was.
"Em, sorry, Mom. Is the Muslim his stall, or the name of the owner?"
"Muslim is the name of the owner who owns this shop." Unmistakeable
"Oh, that's it, ma'am. Thank you." Thank you." Aryan went straight back to his desk, and took Kesya out.
"Cock out, Yan?"
"Tell me, lo Key. The muslim rice stalls? That Muslim, the name of the shop owner."
"God! Pantesan, the menu is quite another, Yan. Apparently our target's wrong."
"Jeez, Key! I want to eat a lot of his ordeal. The dead hunt stands me up."
Kesya laughs, Aryan. "Ulu-ulu, sad. Your lager, huh? Ahhaha..."
"Udah ah, Key! Laughing too, lo. Think, where to eat. Laper, I'm."
"Eat at home, Yan."
"So this home?"
"Yes how else. Yes yuk, but we buy Papa's order with Vidya first."
Aryan returned to driving, and bought Papa and his sister's order.
"Yan, which brownie is this? Ih, it looks really nice. So taste, I."
"Well, if you're not surprised. Find the cheap ones. The name is also free, not good."
"Oh my goodness, your bastard son. How did his parents get cheap? I know what is cheap."
"No problem, it's important cheap." Aryan
"Sir, give me the cheapest price. How many?"
"Thirty-five thousand, my. That's the cheapest." The shopkeeper
"Jude, love one ya."
"Aryan! Bad luck, huh? I don't think I'm the same, lo."
"Shut! Diem. Anyway, you just take it clean."
"Gosh, you son of a bitch. Medit's a real deal for his own parents."
"Likes dong. Money is also money, I'm busy."
"It's up to you, Yan." Kesya and then back to the car.
Seriate....