CALL ME MAS! SEASON 2

Something Not Good

Still continue yes. He is with the Mahatma family. Mas Pras returned to the village temporarily. So proceed to the problem of Lingga and also Limar.

"Where are our Limars?" Ask Aldo who just woke up from his sleep. It's 5 in the afternoon. Aldo was fast asleep, not knowing that his car had stopped.

"It's like this. I haven't prayed ashar." Aldo.

The car's glass was slightly open, but Limar didn't lock his car. A Villa like a palace. Aldo rubbed his eyes slowly opened wide, staring at the magnificent building with a large pole and looked very sturdy.

"Villa's? Peak?"

Aldo was still confused, whereas Limar had said he would go to Jogja. But why was it that when Aldo woke up, he was in the courtyard of a luxurious Villa.

Aldo, who was looking at Villa, met a man who looked like a gardener.

"Punten kang." Said Aldo and the man approached Aldo.

"Yes Den, what's wrong?"

"This is Villa who is kang?"

The man who looked thinly mustached and wore a peci, then said "Of Mr. Yuda."

"Sir Yuda?"

"Yes, the Jakarta guy."

Aldo began to understand, meaning Limar did not go to Jogja, but went to his father's Villa.

"Return nohun kang."

The man then left, looking at the spacious courtyard, and the view of the tea garden, greatly refreshing his eyes.

"I have to pray first." Inner Aldo and rushed into the Villa.

After Aldo entered, it looked lonely. There was no one in the villa. Aldo saw the same furniture stuffing as in the residence of Yuda Mahatma.

"The rich, everywhere there is a home." Said Aldo, then looking for a bathroom to take ablution.

About 10 minutes, Aldo performed his worship. Don't forget, he's going for his little daughter.

"Where is Limar?"

"All the lights from earlier were on. But why is it so quiet?"

Aldo climbed the stairs and there was a room that looked open. The other door was tightly closed. There are 6 rooms in the Villa, two upstairs and 4 downstairs. The building with a white feel, looks classic and the interior in this Villa does look lux. When looking at the wall on the stairs, there is a painting by Mother Nesti. Looks stuck to that wall. Very beautiful and expensive.

Aldo who was on the second floor, then called out "Limar, where are you?"

Sounds echoing, there's reflection. Because of the silence and the breadth of the Villa.

"Where is your limar?"

Aldo approached the open door, and began to go inside. Aldo who entered was immediately shocked when he saw Limar.

"Mmm."

"Limar." Shouted Aldo, Aldo quickly grabbed Limar's body.

A bound-looking limar, and in his mouth. Aldo in a panic, it was very difficult to take off the rope.

"Huh, Huh." The sound of Limar's breath gasping.

It felt choked, because it ran out of oxygen in its mouth. The cloth that covered Limar's mouth was immediately thrown Aldo, and began to untie the ties in Limar's hands and feet.

"Haaahs... Al-do." Limar's voice was still hard to speak.

"Ling-ga, Ling-ga."

"What do you mean?"

"Al-do, call Ling-ga." Limar's voice sounded stammering. But Aldo understood too.

Aldo quickly contacted Lingga, but the call was diverted.

"Sahhh!!"

Aldo called Nat, but was inactive.

"Limar let's get out of here."

Aldo picked up Limar and it felt like a dream to him. What because of this, there are so many bodyguards in the Mahatma company.

Aldo was once a security, but it's not like this. It's a different thing. It was very real and he with a thumping feeling, had to be able to deal with this situation.

"Limar, drink it." Aldo said after being in the car.

Aldo began to ask the man, and the man said that two people had come. The one dressed as the bodyguard of Mr. Yuda.

"Damn, is there anyone inside?"

"Limar, who grabbed you?"

"Aldo, hurry up and call Lingga." Sluggishly.

Aldo quickly turned the car around, and drove off fast.

Limar sat leaning back, looking pale.

"Limar, we have to go to the hospital."

"No need, they're just holding me. They want the phallus." Limar Voice slowly.

Limar then took the bottle of mineral water that was beside him. Then he started drinking slowly.

Aldo turned towards Limar, "You just sleep. Rest."

"Where's your phone." Said Limar who was still limp, but she was worried about her sister.

Limar was still limp, his gaze was also getting blurry.

Aldo stopped his car, at a clinic in the summit area. It's almost maghrib, Limar's condition is getting worse.

"Limar, you must be strong." Said Aldo who took off the seatbelt Limar.

"Floral." Sluggishly.

Aldo, who had calmed his heart, slowly grabbed Limar from the car.

Write a 24-hour clinic, and hospitalization. The clinic building looks minimalist, with green paint. The atmosphere seemed quiet, in the afternoon before Maghrib.

"How's my friend Doctor? Does it have to be anonymous?" Ask Aldo, very plainly.

Aldo doesn't really understand medical. All he knew was that Limar needed oxygen and immediately got a doctor's hand.

About half an hour of limar in the bushes. Aldo was grateful, Limar still survived to breathe.

"Yes, his condition is stable. Just need a break."

Aldo said his friend was in shock. Aldo also did not say, that Limar was in a schooner.

"Limar, I'll just pray first. Adzan maghrib."

Limar opened his eyes, his right hand pulled Aldo's arm, and his vision was still blurry, then, he asked "Aldo, where is Lingga?"

Nose Limar that installs oxygen hose. The back of his left hand, too, had an infusion needle attached. The dripping infusion liquid, and the Limar that had been very pale, had slowly improved.

"Yes, I'll call Boss Lingga."

Aldo walked up to the nurse in the front room and said, "Mother, I picked up my friend first. I want to pray."

"Yes sir, please. Next to it is also mushola."

"Mas Lingga, free bring sports car. I think 2 hours nyampe. Don't know we're still here."

The phallus that was currently calling someone, seemed to be standing away from Vava.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

"It's okay."

A woman, who wears a sporty jacket, is so beautiful. Long hair that looks curly, and wears a hat.

"I'm changing ya."

"Owh, no need. I'm okay."

Vava is still standing near the mini market, because the warm drink fell when hit by the woman, her bag and jacket spilled warm chocolate.

Vava to the public toilet in the rest area. Then he said, "Hems, I'm bored. The Lingga remains busy alone."

Vava cleaned his bag and jacket in the sink, then looked at the mirror. Looking at her pale self without any makeup, quickly picked up a lip tint. Polishing her cute lips, becoming reddish.

"Mas Linga sucks." She complains, who looks at her husband from a distance.

A woman approaches "Hey. I've been looking for you since. I'm changing the drink."

"I'm okay. It's also over." Vava that resists fine.

"But I bought it. I'm hustling. Sorry it was unintentional." He said and Vava looked at the look in his eyes very hopeful, definitely feeling bad.

Vava then took the drink. "Yes, that's okay, thank you."

The woman leaves, Vava finds a place to sit. Then she called Britney and this time Vava felt she was free. Unlike usual, the phone is holding Nat. Nothing should be Nat and Ruk. Want to snack also can not, go anywhere, must be escorted.

"OK Brother. Certainly. Brother, yes first. Linga is nyamperin."

"Miss you my dear brother, mmuach."

The phallus heard that, "Son Britney was kissed. But your husband?"

"Mother me? She's mopping up."

"Nyebelin?"

"Yes sucks. I've been left on the phone."

"Darling, from morning I don't go to the office. It's there are reports from the factory, there are clients as well, there continue to be office problems as well. Especially when Limar leaves. Dito must be dizzy himself."

"Yes, no need to explain." Ketus Vava and just leave.

Linga shook her head to see the behavior of Vava, which is sometimes still childish.

Ten minutes later.

"Still far?"

"Lumayan."

The phallus was still driving his car and there was a telephone ringing. The phallus that his wife was nagging, and he activated the air pods. It's not unusual for him to hold his own phone, it feels so uncomfortable if there is an incoming call. But this is from Aldo, Lingga also wants to know the news about his brother.

"Hemms, yes."

"Continue?"

"I'm good."

"We're going to the villa."

The phallus finally listened enough to Aldo's words. There was a strange feeling, Lingga looked at the rearview mirror of his car, and indeed it seemed like from earlier there was someone following him.

"Yes, I'm fine."

Lingga pressed the navigation button. Then find another way.

Vava who was next to him, started to feel bad about him.

"Mas Linga." Vava said, who was sweating.

The phallus was still listening to Aldo, and he turned to his wife.

"Darling, what's wrong with you?"

Vava holding her stomach and her right hand squeezed the Linga's arm.

"My stomach hurts a lot, Mom."

The phallus looked panicked.

"Aldo call Nat. Something's going on."

Lingga turned off his phone, and immediately turned his car around.

"My stomach hurts a lot."

"Dear hold."

Linga thinks there is nothing strange today, Vava just met Mesti. Who would dare to disturb him.

"Darling, what did you eat?"

Vava broke out in a cold sweat, and said "I didn't eat anything."

"Busan sweetheart?"

"So I drank some warm chocolate."

"Warm chocolate only?" Thought the phallus wasn't a problem.

"Mas Linga." The vava began to tremble.

"Did you meet someone?"

"My stomach hurts, I was asked by the macems."

"Who did you meet besides Aunt Mesti?"

The phallus grew increasingly panicked, the black sedan car still following him.

"There was a woman. He nudged me. Keep the chocolate I spilled. I went to the toilet. After that meet him again, keep giving him chocolate."

The phallus was not happy to hear that.

"Syiali!! I'm a miss."

Linga stepped on the accelerator and quickly drove her car. The Linga was panicking. His wife is currently pregnant with her child.

"Darling, you hold it."

A whimpering vava, a cold sweat. It was not strong enough to hold her already hot stomach, as if something was making her stomach even more painful.

"Mas." Vava groaned and his eyes began to narrow.

"Dear, baby."

The phallus immediately took the wife to a nearby hospital.

The already not strong vava endured the pain in his stomach, growing weaker, cold sweat that splashed down his forehead and neck.

Slowly the hand that was holding the Linga arm, began to relax.