I'm Not a Teaser

I'm Not a Teaser
The Part 133



Rangga breathed a long breath after being in front of a tall building that was very creepy. Fortunately, she was able to escape the questions of pregnant women who did not allow her to go under the pretext of feeling bad.


The man stepped his foot into the building. Dark, that was the first Rangga found, but outside, the sun was very hot. It took a lot of effort until he got to the top floor where he made the deal.


There many young people of Relia's age were gathering, some of them exhaled cigarette smoke, one of which was Arga who he knew the son of Mr. Alvi.


Did the man's parents know that his son was this stubborn? Smoking and such?


"Sir Rangga!" greet Arga with her smile.


"Where is that guy?" asked Rangga after replying to a male-style greeting from Arga.


Arga only pointed to one of the rooms, driving Rangga in there, where a man was tied up, do not forget the battered face omens have been beaten all out.


"Blogged from Rayhan."Arga handed a fairly thick brown map to Rangga. "Time and place are allowed!" arga's orders, which are now leaning against the door, will witness second-half torture for a pretentious man who becomes a hitman even though his martial arts are below average.


"Take him off, it's not fair to hit without a fight!" rangga's orders with clenched hands. It's time he vented the emotions in him, the emotions because of Melisha, the emotions because of his father and the emotions because of the man who tried to kill his wife.


Rangga advanced after the hitman was released. Directly levitating a swivel kick made the assassin fall to the floor.


He crouched down, pulled the collar of the hitman's empire. "Why are you quiet? Let's hit me fucking!" maki Ranges. "Don't think you'll be free after this."


Bugh


Fresh blood flowed in the man's mouth as a single stomp landed on his stomach.


"Remain sir! Free, he will not fight, already Ko he last night," said Arga greget himself what else he saw with his own eyes that day.


Like possessed, Rangga completely beat the body of the assassin man until he collapsed unconscious.


One sentence that managed to come out of the assassin's mouth before losing consciousness.


"I'm just asking for justice, if I go to jail then Miss Melisha is the same."


Rangga did not go home immediately after meeting Arga, there was no way he could go home with a bloodstained shirt like this. The man deliberately bought the clothes in the store, before going to the police station to hand over all the evidence.


Rayhan is truly a person to rely on. In just three days, the man was able to gather all the evidence. In the map there are several videos, including CCTV video that was lost when Rangga examined it himself, namely the video in the parking lot where Melisha told someone, as well as video of the attack in the yard of his home. Not to mention the phone that Melisha used to terrorize Rania.


Rangga arrived at home in the afternoon, after taking care of the report to the police, did not forget he made copies in case there was fraud or removal of evidence as it had been.


"She had lunch at home, but came home in the afternoon," greeted Rania with a sullen face, she felt deceived by her own husband.


"Mas was chatting with Yang's friends. Don't pout so dong, gemes mas be." Rangga asserted the waist of the wife entered the house.


"I'm hungry waiting for you."


"You haven't eaten yet?"


"Not yet, said the mas was going home to bring me chicken noodles. Where's ayammya noodles now?"


"Shitt" said Rangga, he forgot his promise to Rania.


Rania squinted her eyes. "Don't tell me you didn't buy? I was hungry."


"Anu .. dear, mas instead of forgetting but ...."


"Intentionally!"


"No, yaudah, let's eat outside," asked Rangga to pull Rania's hand. However, on the tepis quietly by Rania.


"That's also why are the clothes different? Where exactly did you come from?"


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