Duda Cool Find a Mate

Chapters. 40

I don't know what time I'll be with them. The streets of the capital are still as crowded as ever. There is no difference between day and night. Still crowded and crowded. This place lived for twenty-four hours. To be sure, I began to move as the comfort women began to approach me and stubbornly did not want me to expel. There's only their reason.

Basic lady. Just know with a big fish catch like me.

Feeling angry and upset. I also went from there. Complimentary to the event owner only.

Don't expect my escape show to just scribble. Because, the Boy actually blocked my steps.

"Let's go, Bro, go home. Enjoy the party tonight until morning." Si Boy spoke to two women who were writhing in his arms.

No different than other friends.

And i'm. I'm tired of that behavior. Maybe, because I've spent a lot of time with those women. Especially when I was frustrated by Anna's departure. The love that realized too late made me experience deeper grief.

"Hey, don't be afraid to be the same at home. He will not know too, really, we guarantee. None of us will report." That sentence sounded like a mockery in my ear.

I was acting indifferent. There's nothing to argue with and explain to a drunk.

I'm not scared or anything with the wife at home. As they say. Just lazy and fed up.

His intention was to come here to fulfill the invitation as well as have fun with them. Not even having fun with the comfort woman who is looking for money.

I only drank two glasses. And don't think those two glasses can get me drunk. Oh, of course not. I'm used to drinking bottle bottles.

I wave my hand. Ignoring every word that comes out of the mouth smelling alcohol. Get out of this place and get to the car.

I drive the car casually. Open a little window glass, enjoy the night air that managed to bite the body up to the bones.

Has Aqila gone home? Or still at my mom's house?

I clucked when the question flashed in my head. Dancing as if asking for an answer immediately.

Want to make sure directly. I also drove the vehicle to my mother's house.

An hour later, the four-wheeled vehicle I was driving had arrived at the spacious yard owned by Mama. A house that has many memories for me.

"Ma!" I called the woman who gave birth to me.

It wasn't my mom who came out. Another woman welcomed my arrival.

"Abang here? Just arrived?" aqila asked attentively.

I stopped the step. Standing in place with a straight gaze stared at every expression the woman showed.

It's no different than me. Aqila also looked at me, scanning my appearance and even paying attention to every detail of my body. And that makes me uncomfortable.

"Which mom?" ask me to break our bondage.

Right people say. Women who incidentally chatty then silent it makes the men goosebumps aka wrong behavior. Especially with that gloomy looking face. Really the right blend. Like a man ready to skin his interlocutor.

"There was. Again in the room," replied Aqila shortly. Then we shut up again. Silent again.

Damnit.

An atmosphere like this makes me uncomfortable.

Aren't you wondering where I'm from and why we're ignoring our call, Aqila?

The question was just dancing in the head without any intention of me uttering it. Egoku was still too high to call attention from him.

"If so, I'd like to meet Mama" I broke up and then walked past Aqila who was still standing like that statue.

"What ... Did you eat?"

That one question stopped my steps. I glanced at Aqila past the shoulder. He turned his body, looking at me.

"It." I answered and then walked away from Aqila.