As pretty as a Butterfly
Chapter 72. Struggling during a big meeting
"Kit!!"
The car carrying William and Jelita stopped suddenly, when a car was no less luxurious to block the speed of his vehicle.
The unexpected incident, made Jelita not have time to hold on to anything. He too bounced forward. But good luck still seems to be on Jelita's side, when William's instinct is not less fast with the incident and the man easily managed to save Jelita in a difficult situation though.
William voluntarily went down and turned around, capturing Jelita's fallen body. Withstanding the body weight of the beautiful woman who has now been on it, with one hand embracing a slender waist and one hand above protecting Jelita's head so as not to hit hard objects.
"You okay?" ask William.
"I-I'm fine, thank you," Jelita replied feeling nervous and shocked mixed into one. His heart was pounding incoherently as William smilingly looked at him.
"Position like this turns out to be fun too, you're on top and I'm on the bottom" said Wiliam reluctant to let go of his hug.
His hands are so active touching the back of Jelita's body without permission. Quickly uncovers a bit of his school uniform shirt, then stroked and slightly squeezed the smooth back on purpose.
Until Jelita was shocked because of the mischievous actions of William.
"Ah no! don't do that. Don't touch me!" jelita snapped while receiving inappropriate treatment from William.
While the man only laughed a little when he looked at Jelita's face from above him who had been flushed with embarrassment. "Your face is very funny" said Wiliam, his smile continued to laugh at Jelita.
"Hurry and get that dirty hand off my waist, you perverted man!" jelita said, while continuing to beat up whatever he could reach on Wiliam's body. I feel uncomfortable in such a position.
"Ck!" Wiliam clucked in annoyance when he could not reach further behind the smooth body, because of the rough resistance of Jelita who continued to beat him blindly.
He let out a long sigh, feeling a pity to miss the golden opportunity that was happening in plain sight. Wiliam thought, if only he were both like this, together above the dispute. Of course, he would pounce on Jelita and would not let the girl escape his ambush so easily.
With a heavy heart Wiliam released the grip of his hand on Jelita's waist and let the woman slip from her lap. Then sit back in position and ask the driver what is going on.
"Why stop suddenly like that?" ask Wiliam while refurbishing his exposed shirt.
"Sorry boss, there is a car in front of us" replied his personal driver Wiliam.
"Curtain! find dead," muttered Wiliam. "Crashew!" his edict, felt the occupants of the car in front of him was a person who was tired of living.
"Good Boss!" obediently the driver then stepped on the gas pedal, but the action was blocked when Jelita shouted to deafen her ears.
"Don't!" pekik Jelita when he recognized the owner of the car. "Don't hit that car" he asked.
The driver immediately abandoned his intention, then looked back, at Wiliam. Waiting for the reaction from the employer.
Wiliam nodded faintly and gave the code to his personal driver, to stop the action for Jelita's sake. The girl was rude and hard to conquer, according to William.
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Meanwhile, Michael got out of his car and rushed to the car that took Jelita away.
He hit as hard as he could, occasionally kicking the front of the car into a concave.
"Open!" michael said when he saw Jelita crying in the car and struggling to be released.
He was looking for something to break the windshield of the car, but it seemed like it was so sturdy and hard to break.
"Michael!" call Jelita from the car. Then he kicked through the door with all his might.
"Wiliam, please unlock it. Let me go" said Jelita as she put her hands together.
While William just sat still, folding one leg resting on the other, the man was so relaxed to respond to the action of the two with a pile of opium.
"No ... Before you fulfill all my requests," replied Wiliam and exhaled the smoke of the candle on Jelita's face.
"Uhuk! Uhuk! ... Fine, I'll comply with your request. Uhuk! ... Now let go of me and let me go" Jelita said.
William smiled smirk and clamped Jelita's chin with both fingers. He then looked at Michael who was heating up.
"Well baby, I hold your word, if you deny it or let me down a little, then get ready, get ready, you'll lose something precious to that body and don't blame me for taking everything away from you" said Wiliam softly but deadly.
Jelita gulped her saliva roughly then nodded in understanding.
"Good ... Unlock it" he said haughtily. Not long after that the car was opened.
Michael immediately opened the door, and pulled Jelita's arm immediately to enter his arms.
"Are you okay?" ask Michael. He stared at Jelita's entire body fearing that someone might be hurt.
"Thank God," Michael sighed then looked at Wiliam.
"Who are you, if you dare to come out face me!" snapping Michael.
Wiliam just smiled in response to Michael's anger, then turned off his candlestick. "You're not my opponent a brave man" he said.
An upset Michael gets into Wiliam's car and wants to drag the man out, but Jelita stops him before it's too late.
"Don't Michael ... No," Jelita's plea held Michael back from fighting, considering Michael was not a comparable opponent to William.
"But Jelita he's kidnapped you, I have to teach him a lesson." Michael brushed Jelita's arm off.
"Don't Michael!" Jelita hugged Michael from behind to stop. "Don't fight, I beg you not to dirty your hands" he said again.
Michael stopped his action, he sighed and closed both eyes. Then turned around to hug Jelita.
"Alright, you're right I won't dirty my hands. The most important thing for me is that you've survived the man with the hood" Michael stared intently at Wiliam.
William smiled smirk, then asked the driver to leave the place and took the time to talk to Jelita.
"Darling ... Don't forget your words, yes, I'll pick you up tonight. Dress up beautiful," said Wiliam then go with the speed of the car.
Leaving Jelita and Michael together with faces looking at each other.
"What did you promise that man?" ask Michael.
"D-he just wanted to have dinner with me," replied Jelita.
"No! I'm not gonna let him take you away again" Michael said.
"But Michael, I made a promise to him" Jelita replied.
"No Jelita, you can't go with him. From his looks alone he was definitely not a fine man. Tell you what, don't respond to that ridiculous request. You're home enough and you're not afraid, I'll beat him up if he forces you to leave" Michael said.
"Michael ..."
"Have not thought about it, he just gritted you. The man's words were definitely not serious. Now I'd better take you to school." Michael opened the door for Jelita.
"Thank you" Jelita replied, then they left the place.
There was worry in Jelita's heart, remembering what William said to her. About the threat to him if you dare to refuse the wishes of the man.
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The Djuanda Foundation.
A large meeting was being held, in a magnificent and spacious room was attended by several important councils and also influential people in the foundation, including Mrs Caca as the leader there.
The conditions inside the room heated up when an unknown person sent a photo of evidence of the closeness of Michael and Jelita widely spread in the foundation.
All eyes look dislike when they see two different types of people making out. Photo of Michael and Jelita kissing. This has only come under fire from various parties.
"Is this why you want to change that rule, Grand Mistress?" ask one of the council members.
"I'm sorry Mrs everyone, but I think this rule is burdensome for our children. Because it could be that our children have special feelings for other foster children. Isn't that the same as making them suffer, harboring a love that can not be expressed because it is hindered by the rules," said Mrs Caca.
"Mrs ... This inappropriate behavior, is still called reasonable. If your private foster son can't keep his attitude, then just stop him from this foundation."
"Right, if you mind facing the rules. Just throw away your embarrassing foster son. We can't take it."
They all blamed Mrs Caca for failing to educate her personal foster child as well as her biological son Michael.
Mrs Caca was embarrassed by this and apologised to everyone, who had sent the photo to everyone who was here.
Until there was a commotion here, then how could he revise the rules easily, while he had violated the rules with the actions of his children and foster children who were considered fatal.
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Seriate.
