Husband's girlfriend!

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Nilam continued to follow Indra's car which had come out far from the complex area. His heart was burning but he tried to stay calm. She must survive with her beautiful play, in order to smoothly collect evidence for her husband's affair.

Now, Indra's car with its perpetual affair is entering a hotel. Oh, how about a hotel? Why elite housing if you still want to play in a hotel as well? Actually, Nilam's feelings have been mixed since. The feeling of wanting to hit just right away, but he did not want to be rash anymore.

It was enough to be wrong people, but this time he seems to be not really wrong people. Especially after seeing Indra and the woman got out of the car and embraced each other. It was disgusted to see him. Patchouli did not go down immediately, he had to make sure the new safe situation dared to go down.

"They're going to the side of the hotel."

There was a fine restaurant next to the hotel. Nilam was confused as to how he got in and gathered new evidence. Indra must have recognized himself if he was desperate to enter and sit in the same place. Nilam's brain was spinning fast, then he had an idea.

"Sir, can I talk to you for a minute?" tanya Nilam stopped a cleaning service who happened to want to enter the restaurant.

The thick-bodied woman with her hair neatly bunned was frowning towards Nilam. While looking at the appearance of Nilam from top to bottom.

"Bak artist huh? How are you not a stranger?" ask while thinking.

"It doesn't matter if I'm an artist or not, now I can't ask for help. I pay."

Nilam took out three hundred thousand bills and handed them to the woman.

"Well, what does this mean, ma'am?"

"Please, I need the help of the person who can record the two people's conversation."

Nilam pointed to Indra and his mistress who was talking seriously. Sometimes Indra can be seen kissing the woman's fingers with a friendly, making Nilam overheated in his place lurking.

"But what's it for, Mommy? I'm afraid I'll get caught."

"I added two hundred thousand more, your job is just to bring my phone, put it right behind them there will be a small table with a vase of flowers. But you have to keep an eye on him."

The cleaning service seemed to be nodding. "I happen to be a little long to clean the area, Ma'am. But for what, Mother? Isn't that someone else's privacy?"

"That's my husband, he's with his affair. I need to have enough evidence. You get here, don't you?"

Nilam smiled then he handed over more money for the cleaning service and the phone was in active voice recording condition.

Nilam monitored from a distance, seeing the conversation of the two people seemed more serious. Indra also ordered good food for the two of them. Nilam did not stop clenching his hands, his heart was wounded, he wanted to beat Indra and the woman.

Meanwhile, Cleaning Service had already put the phone on a small table right behind Indra and her affair. His eyes were watching while cleaning up some dishes and cleaning the table of the former people eating earlier.

Almost fifteen minutes passed, cleaning service was back then handed Nilam's phone.

"Sorry, Ma'am. I can only get a little information because my boss has called from earlier." He showed HT hanging from his pants.

"All right, thank you."

Nilam kept the tape. He had wanted to get straight to the car but he said he still wanted to hang on with his surveillance. Perhaps he will get something new again in addition to the recording evidence that has not been heard.

Almost half an hour in her place of lurking, Nilam finally saw her husband move. Along with his affair, Indra entered the hotel lobby, Nilam rushed to hide himself so as not to be discovered when they came out. Nilam thought Indra would come out and just eat at the luxury hotel, apparently his guess this time missed again.

Indra is now in front of the receptionist, it is certain they will check in tonight. Inevitably, Nilam also had to stay at the same hotel even in different rooms.

"Sir, that was Mr. Indra yes, I was a bit doubtful but it was similar in stature. He's my friend" Nilam told the receptionist.

"Rubber, Ma'am. That's Mr. Indra. You're gonna stay alone?" ask the receptionist. Nilam.

"What a coincidence, I haven't seen him in a long time. If you can tell what room they are staying in? Maybe I'll call her later to meet, so they won't be surprised."

After getting the room number that was previously somewhat carefully given by the receptionist, Nilam nodded in understanding. He felt lucky because his room coincided in front of the couple's room.

Nilam went to the elevator feeling it had collapsed to the bottom. Upon arrival in his rented room, he stared briefly at the room in front of the one that already contained the illicit couple. Nileam's heart was like a thorn, the night where Indra promised to take him dinner but it turned out that the promise was just nonsense just to please him.

Nilam pressed on her husband's phone contact, beginning to wait for the call to be answered by the man.