Marsha, Between Love and Revenge

Misya's Greatness.

"Susan, oh may your ghost is great. Why don't you tell me you're gonna do this?" Misya was very excited when she saw how many people blasphemed Marsha on social media. So he immediately invited Susan to celebrate their success in destroying Marsha.

"This is also because of the stupidity of that arrogant woman. He followed us as we were meeting, I took the opportunity to get close to Zidan, and Zidan did not refuse when I served him, it seemed like Zidan had already gotten into my trap, because after he fired me, he had already stopped me, he called me again, said he couldn't be without me." Susan smiled wickedly, then downed her wine.

"I'm so grateful to you Susan, soon Marsha will be crying hot, and her body will be troubled." Misya and Susan laughed out loud, they were so happy to destroy Marsha's life. Then Misya turned her head, looking at Susan sitting beside her right.

"I have good news, Susan." Susan turned her head, looking seriously at Misya, "a few days ago Mahesa was looking for me, and she wanted to propose to me."

"Oh yeah?" Susan widened her eyes in surprise. "Woww, seriously?" Susan asked to make sure that if she didn't hear wrong, Misya nodded, "You know I'm really happy to hear that? We're both great women bestiie, the man we're after has fallen into our trap." both of them hugged.

"Hem, we won't live a fret anymore. And you're Susan, you have to really take care of Zidan after this, lest he come back with that arrogant woman. He should be taught a lesson once in a while. The Zidan has a shrimp brain, it's easy to instigate." They broke into a hug. "We should celebrate our successes, and before we give up our singles, we should party late." Missya's left hand pulled Susan's hand towards the dance floor, while the other hand carried a glass of wine.

The two blend in with the people who dance, kneading following the thumping sound of music accompanied by the dj, even Susan does not care about her breasts squeezed by an unknown person.

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At two o'clock in the morning Misya came home, when she opened her rented door, there was Burhan who seemed to have just returned home. The man looked like he had a lot of thoughts.

"Well, did you just come home?" Misya threw her body beside Burhan because she felt very tired. Misya turned her head, looking at Burhan's face. "Papa why? Is there anything Papa thinks?"

"Naima is liberating. Papa had already found out to the guards, but they didn't seem to want to tell." Burhan replied without turning his head, he had restored his hair, his face looked very dizzy.

"What's? Is that woman liberating? Didn't he when we met him a few days ago want to come with us?" Misya who leaned back, enforce her seat.

"That's what confused Papa, he had already agreed with what we were offering, and ignored his son-in-law," Burhan took a breath, turning to Misya. "It looks like the person who freed Naima was a very influential person. Papa wants to see who's cctv is free, the officer does not allow, but Papa promises more than five times the money."

Misya thought. "Already Pa. Don't think, he's not important, we don't have to spend a lot of money just to free the half-crazy woman. Let's welcome the happy day of Misya, Mahesa already wants to propose to Misya." Misya smiled happily.

Burhan looked at his daughter with a happy smile. "Papa's happy, congratulations, yes you don't have to think about Naima, let Papa find her." Not because of the many secrets that Naima already knows, but Burhan feels he is interested in the woman who has been widowed for a long time, enough to accompany his old age after he left Misya later.

Misya's phone vibrated, indicating if there was a call. He saw who called him in the middle of the night like this.

"Mahesa Pa." she said very excited, Misya put her index finger in front of her lips asking Burhan not to make a sound.

"Hello, Ma-he-sa." Misya became nervous, her chest pounding violently.

"Hello Misya, you haven't slept?"

Misya cleared her throat, so glad she forgot what time it was, and immediately raised Mahesa's call just like that.

"I suddenly miss you, and have trouble sleeping. I tried to call you, but you picked it up." They were silent for a moment. "She, I'm glad to hear your voice."

Misya gave a smile, I swear by any sweet words Mahesa made her chest explode so happy, she could not say anything.

"She, are you still there?"

"Ehem, yes Mahesa."

"I'm bothering you?"

"Ah no.

"Misya." call Mahesa friendly.

"Yes, Mahesa." said Misya in a soft voice.

"I can't seem to hold back anymore, how about tomorrow I come to your house and bring my parents."

"What-what's Mahesa?" Misya was surprised, not unwilling, she had not had time to find a new, more luxurious rented house.

"I'm sorry this was rushed, but I feel impatient, wanting to sleep with you. Missy."

Geer, it is definitely Misya geer with the seduction of a handsome and rich male dreadlocks Mahesa.

"So, how is Misya. May I propose to you tomorrow and marry you?"

Misya keeps her phone away from her ear, then asks Burhan the answer to Mahesa's question.

"Where's Pa?" ask without a sound.

"Yes right" said Burhan without a voice just like Misya.

Misya back glued the hose in her ears. "When are you coming?"

"Please, two o'clock." Mahesa replied firmly.

On the other hand, Naima who they were looking for was sleeping soundly in a hotel room.