My Choice of Woman

Episodes 158

Episode 158: Who is behind all this?

Happy Imagination

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Kinanti decided to wash her body. Everything that has happened lately is beyond reason. Sirena, Naresh is even trapped in one thing that does have a specific purpose. Who is behind all this?

Kinanti felt like everything was being controlled. He believes the party prefers if there is a split between him. “I need one thing that can calm me down. I also do not want the relationship that I have built destroyed in vain,” he said.

After finishing washing the body, Kinanti decided to call her best friend. He was sure Farah could help with this situation. He took his cellphone in a small sling bag. At first he sent a short message containing a call to chat via phone.

The message has been sent. It didn't take long, Kinanti's phone rang. Mobile phone screen display name ‘Farah’ calling. Kinanti answered the phone call.

“Assalamu’alaikum warahmatullah wabarakatuh, what is Kinan?” Farah was talking across there.

“Wa’alaikumussalam. No, I just wanted to talk to you. How are you?” ask Kinanti.

“Alhamdulillah well, how about you? Oh yes, yesterday Mr. Budi had come to the house with Reno. They asked you how you were doing. Hmmm ... have you contacted Mr Budi lately?” ask Farah.

Kinanti slightly jerked. It's true that he hasn't contacted his father in nearly a week. He misses coming home, he misses Dad and Reno. “Sorry, I'm a little busy. But I'll be home this weekend. Later I will call Dad,” said Kinanti.

“Alright if it is like that. For almost four months you have not been home. I don't have any friends, Kinan.”

“Sabar, I'll also be home later. Oh yeah, did I bother you and Mr Ilham? You see nights like this I want to chat with you.” Kinanti was a little unwell if she wanted to call Farah.More she was married, it was unethical.

“Mas Ilham is in Numa City to take care of the cafe. I live at home with Mrs Tin. You want to chat about what, Kinan?”

“ Uh? Hemm, I was having a fight with someone, Far.”

“Then?”

“The problem is quite complicated. I don't know where to start. I feel bad if it's always bad to think. But if I'm not like this I'm afraid the excruciating pain could make my life a mess! You know what I mean, right?”

“Oh ...your lover? The special guy you tell me about so often? Are you guys fighting?” ask Farah.

Kinanti is still keeping Naresh a secret. He only told Farah that he had a lover and that was a special man. “Yes, I don't believe him. The problem is too complicated if I tell you.”

“So yes?”

“Farah! Thanks advice dong!” Kinanti a little upset, sometimes his best friend likes to answer briefly without advice or solutions.

“How do I give advice? I'm just confused to answer what.” Farah's voice laughed. Honestly, Kinanti missed the joy of her best friend.

“I simplify my question. How do you trust your partner?” Kinanti awaits an answer from Farah.

“Hemm, yes trust each other. For example, I believe with Mas Ilham that he is in Numa City. In addition, I also maintain communication even though just asking has eaten or not? Or when to go home? For me as it is also part of long distance communication.”

“Should, Farah?”

Kinanti and Farah were late in the night conversation. At least for Kinanti to be able to share the burden of feeling with her best friend is more than enough. He was happy if anyone was waiting for his arrival.

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The sound of knocking on the door made the concentration of Anneline who was reading a book in her room. He dislikes being disturbed the most, especially when his rituals with various fiction books that can make him float to unlimited wild places. Imaginations. A female maid came over and gave a greeting to Annline.

“What's up?”

“Mistress, someone wants to meet you. He said he brought news about Miss Kinanti and a woman named Sirena,”, the maid said.

Anneline was suddenly shocked. “Request login!” the door was impatient.

A driver named Dom walks into Anneline's room and salutes her. “Goodnight Mrs Fernando.”

“Live to the point only! No need to convolve.” Anneline does not like pleasantries. He doesn't like to waste time.

“Nona Kinanti has met that ja-lang woman, Madam. Both were met by Mr. Yori. Not only that, for these three days Sirena time has been bought. So the ja-lang woman will not receive her slime services for other men. Even Mr. Yori promised him something. If Miss Kinanti accepts it as a maid, automatically the ja-lang woman will be purchased ...”

“Did he leak this secret?” Anneline cut out Dom's speech. This was a scary thing for him . He did not want anyone including Naresh and Kinanti to know that he was the brains behind their quarrel.

“No Madam. They only chatted casually even though Miss Kinanti occasionally asked who paid for her to take such a picture. Lucky the ja-lang woman did not answer the truth,” Dom replied.

“Is there any more information you want to provide?” Anneline's blood was boiling. He wants to finish Sirena.

“No, Mistress. That's all I can say.”

Anneline took a brown envelope from her desk drawer. He throws it at Dom and Dom catches it. “This is your payment. If you have any more information please let me know.”

“Good, Mistress. I'm sorry.” Dom gave his greetings and went straight out of Anneline's room. He was happy to sell various information to the Big Lady, because there was always an appropriate reward.

Anneline felt furious. He threw a vase of roses against the wall, breaking it into pieces. Not only that, he also threw things around him. He was angry why he could fail.

“I have to kill Sirena before Kinanti makes her maid!”

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