LAST LADY

Chapter 11 Almost Wretched

"Heugh..," Cytra burps over the influence of liquor served by a young woman in the "Flower Pavilion".

Seeing that Frans smiled inwardly. "I will soon enjoy your body to the fullest" he murmured inwardly.

"Where is...Is he really here?" Cytra asked with a stiff tongue to speak because of the influence of liquor that had been ramped into his body.

"Patience, Cy. Let's just relax and have a drink first. Soon he will come" Frans said with a lustful look at Cytra, whose face was reddened by the influence of alcohol.

"We're waiting for that investor in five minutes. If we don't get out, we'll leave this place." Cytra began to suspect because the person who said the investor seemed to be just Frans's babble.

"I'm not lying this is the pavilion he's in. And that woman was his wife" Frans said.

Though Frans is doing engineering as if there are investors who will invest in shares up to 10 T. While the young woman was a paid woman who was told to play the wife of investors.

Very clever Frans set a trap against Cytra with the help of Ibra. The two men did indeed both want to enjoy Cytra's beautiful body. If Ibra quibbles because she still loves Cytra. Frans is out of revenge.

Since seeing Cytra deliver the presentation of PT ANN, Frans has been tempted by Cytra's beautiful body and beautiful face. But it did not work because Morgant first hooked him first to be his wife.

While his revenge on Cytra was triggered because his position as a director at PT ANN has been shifted by Cytra. Now Frans is just a senior employee who has no influence in the company anymore.

Soon the revenge will be paid off with Cytra's body. But why didn't Ibra show up. Ibra is not looking forward to working on Cytra together. But his job is to take video shots while Cytra is being worked on by Frans. The video's gonna destroy Cytra's reputation. Cytra's career will be ruined.

"I want to go home please Mr. Frans only to meet," Cytra stood up. But because of the influence of the drink his body dimbung want to fall.

Frans catches Cytra's hand and hugs her. The fragrant aroma of the beautiful body was directly thrust into Frans' dirty brain.

"Hiii! Don't hug me!" Cytra pushed Frans' body away.

Frans was willing to let go of his embrace and shifted a few inches away from Cytra.

"You better rest here. Your strength is very weak" Frans persuaded.

Cytra tries to stay strong unaffected by alcohol. Then sit back in his chair. He took a mineral drink from his bag. And drink until it's over.

In the past when working at a cafe, Cytra was used to drinking such drinks. But since busy working in the company has no longer touched the illegal goods.

Frans sat down to Cytra.

"You're why, Cy," said Frans feigning concern.

"It's obviously Mr. Frans' engineering to trap myself in this perverted place," said Cytra already beginning to recede the influence of his alcohol.

Haha...Laughing at the older man for years from Cytra.

"Why Mr. Frans would do this to me. If you feel disappointed with the policy I apply, why not do a sportsmanlike defense. I can put you in a better place" Cytra said heart to heart.

"I don't need a job, I need your body right now" Frans said in a drunken condition.

"Remember, Sir. Father Frans older than me should be wiser in controlling lust."

"Fuck that sermon. Let's go to the room and enjoy some entertainment tonight." Frans is closer to Cytra's body.

"Don't do that, sir." Cytra held Frans' body with both hands.

Frans continued to lunge and Cytra was cornered in the corner of the sofa. He could not avoid only turning his face away when Frans kissed him. Want Cytra punch the old handsome face with his karatekanya punch. But the power is still weak due to the influence of drinks.

Frans carried out his second attack by piercing Cytra's body in the corner of the sofa. Instantly there was a load of 100 kilograms on Cytra's body. Such an incident had been experienced by Cytra long ago when she was a girl. So that now it can be calmer face it.

With one motion tilting his body, a second later Frans' body turned which was below. The opportunity Cytra used to stand up. But Frans' hand caught Cytra's shirt. Frans' hand pull made one button Cytra's shirt at the bottom of the dislodged. He did not care about it then moved away from Frans' body lying on the sofa like a pig out of steam.

"Be quiet there, sir! Otherwise your distended stomach will break with my feet!" Cytra shouted threateningly.

"Sorry, Brother! I was just told!" said the woman trembling with fear.

"Who are you?" ask Cytra with a snarl.

"I Keti. I get paid people to do this" the woman said, squatting.

"Who is paying you. She?"

"No, Brother. The guy's not here."

"Where's the guy?"

"Don't know brother."

"Ibra set it all up, Cy," Frans replied, still lying on the couch.

Without waiting for Frans and Keti to stand up from their respective places, Cytra quickly walked out of the pavilion that was about to harm him.

With her head still slightly dizzy Cytra walked back to the hotel. The watch in his hand already showed at 2:30.

Arriving in the hotel lobby Cytra saw Radita, Tomi and Pak Ob were talking to the hotel security officer. It is also surprising why they can be in Bali. When he was living in Jakarta.

"We're looking for you, where are you?" Radita asked worriedly.

Cytra did not answer. With the hand of Radita Cytra left the hotel lobby to her room which happened to be downstairs.

"Why you? What's going on?" ask Radita again after entering the room. Cytra fell into bed.

"I almost got fucked, Mom."

"Frans set you up?"

"Kok Mas know?"

"Ibra called. He said you were in one of the pavilions of this hotel and were in danger."

"He must have been involved in setting me up. But why'd he call you, Mas?"

"I don't know what that means. Maybe she can't bear to see you being harmed Frans."

"Just like he's still guilty and could get caught up in the law if I report to the police."

"Don't report pity. The steps are good call me and I'm sorry."

"Don't be easily fooled by his cunning kindness, Mas. There must be some strings attached."

"Whatever his intentions are right now, he's already helping us show you your position and your position is in danger. But don't know ahead. We have to be careful."

"If I think they'll we'll report them to the police. So that nothing will stand in the way of our marriage."

"I don't think anyone else will stand in the way of our marriage. Now there's only one step left to be husband and wife."

"One more step? What'sthat?"

"To the feather." Radita joking.

Cytra laughed because Radita laughed. But there is one more step to go through. The blessing of Mama Vionita. Will Cytra's parents not dispute their marriage? Or vice-versa.

Seriate