Wife Trash Is Now Diamond
Cunning Plans

After telling Monika his rotten plans, Khanza went to the kitchen. He made a warm tea for Cassandra, not forgetting to sprinkle a powder into a glass filled with warm tea. Her sneaky smile expands like a crescent moon.

"Sir Cassandra, welcome the jungle."

Khanza stirred the warm tea. Put the glass on a small plate and then out of the kitchen to Cassandra's room. The plan should be able to go as he expected. No matter what losses Cassandra will suffer.

"Sister, is it still busy?" khanza asked as she walked over to Cassandra who was still sitting on the chair.

Cassandra turned her head towards Khanza who was carrying a glass of warm tea.

"Yes Dek, there are still many children's tasks that you have to correct" replied Cassandra. His face was fresh even though it was already night.

Khanza placed the glass with the warm tea on the table.

"When you want to get married in a week, you don't take a leave of absence, Kak?" Pretend to be considerate and caring for Cassandra to smooth out her rotten plans.

"So I took my leave three days before the wedding. That's why you want to finish school work first." Cassandra's a responsible person, she doesn't want to take a day off while her work piles up.

"Oh that, great. Means exemplary teacher's sister," Khanza said.

Cassandra smiled at Khanza. He was happy to get the attention of his step-sister. Usually Khanza likes to be indifferent and indifferent to him. This time Khanza was friendly and polite to him.

"Yes, don't forget to drink sis! Let's get anget." Not forgetting to remind Cassandra to immediately drink her homemade tea. Faster is better for the smooth running of his rotten plans.

"Yes, thanks Dek."

Khanza.

"I want to sleep, brother don't forget to rest." Khanza again said sweetly before closing his original plan.

Cassandra nodded. Seneng could once be noticed by his half-sister. It is a rare moment that will not be forgotten.

Khanza came out of Cassandra's room. She waited for Cassandra to drink her warm tea while peeking out from the open door.

"Drink!" Khanza could not wait to see Cassandra drink her warm tea.

"Bikin' a snatch." Khanza was still waiting for Cassandra to drink the warm tea. The success of the plan depends on the warm tea that will be drunk by Cassandra.

Cassandra put the ballpoint pen down. Take the warm tea made by Khanza for him. Then Cassandra sipped the warm tea. Sip by mouth a sip of warm tea was drunk until it ran out.

"Thank God, warm." Cassandra is grateful to be able to enjoy warm tea on the sidelines of her work that piles up.

Within minutes, Cassandra was getting sleepy. He tried to open his eyes, trying as hard as he could to stay sober. There's still a lot of work on the table, he has to finish it all. But his sleepiness was heavier than anything.

"Astagfirullah drowsiness," said Cassandra. Just talking he's already patted on his study table. Like a fainted man.

Seeing that Cassandra was sleeping, Khanza went into the room with Monika. They agreed to take Cassandra to the place.

"Slow Ma'am!" khanza said she married Cassandra to her mother.

"Yes." Yeah."

The two of them took Cassandra into a car parked in front of the house. Slowly sat Cassandra in the back seat, then moved Agam to the back seat, sitting next to Cassandra. Monika stands on the right side of the car while Khanza is on the left side of the car.

"Khanza what do you want?" tanya Monika saw her daughter who removed the hijab that Cassandra was wearing.

"Open Cassandra Bu's shirt" Khanza replied.

"What?" Monika was surprised to hear her daughter's answer. He thought he would just sit Cassandra down near Agam and there were other plans.

"If it's not opened how do people know they're perverted in the car." Khanza's devious ideas are getting wild.

"Your printer. I didn't even think of it." Monika salutes her daughter's devious idea. Without having to be taught, Khanza is smarter than him.

Khanza just smiled. Who first? The matter of crafty talent has been passed down to Monika since birth. Without having to learn first automatically he is already very talented.

"If that's what the guy is too, let it be natural." Monika so follow along. It would be better if both were open.

"You don't have to do everything, just put the zipper down!"

"Sip!"

Agam's upper body is open, his pants zipper is lowered. While Cassandra hijab is removed, the top of the nightgown is opened.

"Well they're perfect. A perverted couple" Khanza said, seeing Agam and Cassandra falling asleep.

"Yes, but let's be more animating, the position of his hands rich hugs that loh." Monika gave additional input. He wanted the plan to go better.

"necessarily too. It'll be hotter to see." Khanza agreed with additional input from his mother. He put Cassandra in Agam's arms. He rests his head on the shoulder of a handsome man who has a lion tattoo on his neck.

"Well, this is really hot, really nasty." Khanza is very happy. It is unexpected that Agam will smooth his plan to get rid of Cassandra from Fahri.

"Yes. Just wait for the results tomorrow morning," said Monika.

"Share Bu in the wa group of alley mothers, there is a mysterious car parked in front of the house but tomorrow morning. Let it go according to plan."

"Presents." Monika will launch her son's rotten plan. With the share in wa group of alley mothers must be a lot of people who are curious and curious about the car.

"If so let's go to bed, Mom! Sleepy." Khanza started yawning.

"Mother too."

Khanza and Monika also passed from that place. Waiting for the results of his rotten plan tomorrow. They believe everything will go according to the plan that both have made.

***

Emma looked worried waiting for her son not to come home. He's standing in the living room. Back and forth opened the curtains, looking outwards. Hope Agam gets home soon.

"Here you go, sit down! You'll be tired." A middle-aged man who was sitting on a sopa while holding a newspaper in his hand. His name is Renaldi Maheswara. Father of Agam.

"Where do you want to sit? Agam is not home yet. Tomorrow he's getting married."

Renaldi took a deep breath. Trying to calm down so as not to make his wife panic more.

"Have you called Agam?" ask Renaldi.

"It was, but the number wasn't active" Emma replied. He had called Agam repeatedly but his number was off.

Renaldi threw out his furious breath. His face began to look anxious.

"The boy has always been. If he's drunk, I don't know what time he's home." Renaldi knew his son well. I like to get drunk until morning. Sometimes stay at his friend's house if he's too drunk.

"How did Pa go?"

"Call his friend!" renaldi. Surely one of his friends knows where Agam is.

"What does Papa mean?" ask Emma. He knows Agam is very close to Ken. However, Emma does not know that Agam took Elena from Ken, which caused their relationship to be strained.

"Who else is Agam."

"I called Ken first." There is no harm in following the advice of her husband. Ken was very familiar and knew what Agam was like.

Emma took her cell phone on the table. Then call Ken because it's just Ken's number that Emma has as her friend Agam.

Pemple ... tuut ...

Emma waited for Ken to pick up the phone from her.

"Where is Ken?"

Shortly a call from Emma is picked up by Ken.

["Hallo Ken."]

["Aunty Hallo."]

["Do you know where Agam is now?"]

["So I've come home aunty."]

["Home home?"]

["Yes Aunt, from 12 o'clock past."]

["Oh, thank you Ken."]

["Yes Aunt."]

Emma closes her conversation with Ken. Although he had gotten word from Ken, but somehow worry continued to loom over him.

"Where's Ma?" ask Renaldi. His hand closed the newspaper he had just read and placed it on the table. He wants to know the outcome of his wife's conversation with Ken.

"Say Agam has gone home Pi," Emma replied as she sat back on the sofa with her husband.

"What time did he come home from there?"

"Hour 12 through Pa."

"Where should Agam go?" Renaldi thought Agam should have reached his home from earlier. But it was 2pm that he did not arrive.

"How do you think Pi? Are we looking for Agam or call the police?" Emma confused. If it wasn't for getting married tomorrow, Emma wouldn't have bothered about Agam going home at what time. It's common for Agam to come home in the morning.

***

Ken still holds the phone in his hand. He sat on the couch with his friend. The Caldwell Mansion was deserted, only Ken and a few friends who had fallen asleep due to heavy drinking.

"Call from who is Ken?" A friend sitting next to Ken overhears Ken talking to the person who called him.

"The mother is Agam."

"Definitely nanyain Agam?"

"True." Ken smiled slylyly. He knew Emma would call him if Agam hadn't come home.

"Mostly have died in an accident or strayed into the grave."

Ken laughed a little. If Agam really dies, he can go back to having Elena.

"That's not Agam's phone?" His friend Ken saw Agam's cell phone in Ken's hand.

"Lo knows his phone Agam missed here. I accidentally killed his cell phone so that everyone can't contact Agam." Ken's plan to trap Agam with the night woman he hired failed but instead he gets something else that might benefit him.

"Good idea. That way everyone will be confused and do not know where Agam is. Thank goodness tomorrow wasn't at the wedding."

Ken smiled slylyly. That's what he really expected, Agam will not be present at the wedding ceremony with Elena.