Duda Casanova Stuck Love Girl Bar-bar
Another Enemy For Araela
“Baby, I'm innocent! He who started first, even being close to him made me nauseous. The smell of her body is like cow dung, I just want to smell your body! What can?” Morgan said while throwing mistakes, not forgetting he threw pinta.
Making Rewindra snort annoyed to hear it. “Hey, why throw your mistake at me, Om?” The man was reluctant to give free for his wife to speak. “You should be the one at fault for interrupting our break!”
Morgan had not had time to reply the girl first interrupted the chat, two men who always made the crown of the head boil. “Let's continue in the boxing ring! For you, Om. Is it still not right with the nausea you feel?”
“Ya, Baby.” Morgan complained of nausea in front of his beloved nephew. “I really can't stand being close to your husband! Is there something wrong with her body?”
Araela was silent because the girl was reluctant to tell her about the sympathetic pregnancy suffered by the weathered bachelor. He wanted to punish for creating Citra, disappearing into the unknown earth.
Not yet had the girl to make a sound back in the pocket of the pants worn, vibrating ringing the phone with the famous output type brand asked her to, immediately answer the greeting heard in the opposite direction.
“Do I bother you, Ra?”
“What's up?” Ara turned to ask. “Where has my order been?”
“Don't worry, Ra. I keep your order in your usual place, or want me to send it to your house?” Millo on the other side made an offer. However, she was rejected by the girl.
“Let me take it myself! Did you find that awkwardness, sister?”
“Not good chatting on mobile, Ra. Have to meet first because there is something else, which I want to discuss with you!’
Reluctant to give a definite answer, the girl decided on a one-sided call. Making the look on the faces of two different generations of men frowned in wonder, when they slightly stole the chatter of the girl.
'What order does Baby mean? Why is he getting cold towards me?' Morgan speaks inwardly, as does Rewindra.
'Who is the man who contacted my woman? Why should there be a word order? What was planned by him?'
“Why with your face?” The cold-pitched reprimand jolted the reverie in each other's minds, two men of different generations until they shook their heads together.
Shortly thereafter, a pair of husbands — wives were rushed to leave the location of the weathered bujang mansion. They could not stay too long at the place, considering Rolando also could not linger in the mansion of the two Rewindra parents.
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“Are you sure of this plan, Mistress?” A man who is the right hand, throwing a question with a face look doubtful.
Because the woman in front of him who is enjoying a puff of cigarette smoke airs upwards, such as reluctant to reply or answer questions that are thrown for him.
It has been six years since the woman harbored the feeling of passionate longing, in a man and the man gave the impression of a beautiful night, until now still imprinted in the heart and memory of the woman.
“Do not hesitate with a long-standing plan I’ stacked! To make him remember that beautiful night. I don't care about her marriage now and, until whenever I'm the only one who deserves to be with my man!” Resolute and accompanied by such high trust. “Can't I use my ace?” The woman asked.
Making the woman's right hand swerve, as soon as he heard a question about his mistress ace.
Who would have thought that the mistress used a dirty trick neatly to get into the life of the man who once gave meaning to that beautiful night.
“Mrs will introduce little young masters to that family?” The right hand made sure.
“For too long I let her have fun with other women, then I can't help myself because my son needs to know his daddy's face.” Crystal name of the woman who first felt, a beautiful night with the man confirms. What the plan was done by him, it was impossible to buy time back. “Now understand not the purpose I did for my son?”
Instantly the man who was Crystal's right hand became mute, even he was unable to say anything when the madam made a sound.
He relented and ended the debate by changing other topics. “I'm sorry for the sassness, Mrs Kris. Regarding the plan you are doing, I will always prepare myself ahead of time. However, you have already ascertained the opponent that will be faced by you later, Madam?”
Crystal frowned in surprise hearing the question spout from the man. “You mean his wife she is now?”
“Do not make sure first who your opponent, Madam?”
“No need!” Crystal did not hesitate with her opponent. However, the woman thought that if the wife of her man could definitely be defeated by ease because, she herself had already checked some past parts of her opponent this time around. “Don't we know the weakness of my opponent? I think he'll be easy to deal with later.” The determination and confidence that Crystal is not aware of.
If, his right hand was really doubtful about the plan carried out by him, and the man also knew the true identity of the opponent of the mistress who was so confident.
'Madam, your opponent is not someone who is easily offended. To be honest, I don't understand your plan of being so obsessed with that guy. It is obvious that the man is not interested in you. Moreover, using dirty tricks to be able to, enter into the life of the family. I can only help you get here because your opponent will come down to face you.'
“I don't think anything else has been said for you, Madam! Me, saying retreat.”
“Tell Rasya, I'll see him! It's time he got acquainted with that family.”
Without retaliating the man left the Crystal still at home, pensive after spending a few cigarettes smoked.
'Until we meet Rewin again.'
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Arriving at the mansion, they were greeted by a small man who looked similar to Rewindra, so happy with the arrival of a pair of husbands — wives. However, her silence attracted the attention of the in-laws who frowned in wonder at the attitude of the girl.
“Why with your wife, Win?”
Rewindra shook his head, even he did not understand the attitude issued by his wife, since taking his wife out of the weathered bujang mansion.
His little wife was more silent and ignored every joke, which he did on the way to his master's mansion.
“Why not ask him yourself, Ma?”
