MY WIFE MAFIA

CHAPTER 52

Back to Prasetyo.

I was still sleeping in the warm arms of a woman, because half my energy was drained for bed sports.

krucuk...

My stomach feels like it has started to rebel, ask for something that can block.

"Well, what time is it, laper really too" I muttered as I came out from under the blanket, I saw Viska still asleep and snoring softly. I just smiled a little, then covered her whole body that was partially open.

"sleeping well baby, brother wants to go out and find the stomach" I said slowly while stroking Viska's hair, afraid to wake her up.

Understand the class of jasmine hotel, if you want to order food or drinks you have to go out first, find the nearest restaurant or roadside stall. Fortunately the hotel we stayed at had a restaurant, so it was necessary to walk for a while and keep ordering it.

"Later to the second floor, room number 306 yes mbak" I asked the waiter of the restaurant.

"Yes, when we're ready, we'll drop him off"

after paying I immediately went back to the room, afraid Viska would wake up and look for me.

The deg!! there was someone I knew, entering a hotel room downstairs. A middle-aged woman, with a man I know as well.

"Kayak knows, it looks like it's a resident of my village. And that woman was no stranger to me. Who ya!?" I muttered and thought hard trying to remember. Because only a glance I saw it from behind, while the man even looked at me and smiled. I immediately rushed back into the room, I hurriedly opened the door. But fatefully, it turns out the door is in the lock from the inside.

"Vis, Visca!" I called Viska and knocked on the door, and soon the door opened. With a sweet smile she asked.

"From where, baby, I woke up You're not there next to me"

"i'm eating beb, you report?" Viska nodded quickly and was pleased.

"Darling, after eating, go home" I said carefully, afraid Viska was suspicious.

"what is beb?in search of Fatimah's mother?"

"no, not beb. I have an impromptu task from Mr. Lurah" I tried to find an excuse, Viska just looked at me and frowned in surprise.

"Yes, that's okay, baby. I was also on the phone sister said he was told to go home quickly" he said, I was relieved when Viska answered so. I will finally be able to find out who the person who just entered the hotel room was. If it is really from the people of my village, the business can be long. Because I am a person who is portrayed in my village, besides Fatimah if you know, I could be persecuted again like the previous time.

"Oh yeah baby, he said you have an exciting story, what's the story?just be curious" Viska smiled at my question.

"Dear Mujab thing" Viska walked to the bed and sat on the edge, I also followed sitting next to her. Viska recounted the events she had done to Mujab in detail. Until Mujab enters the clinic, I just listen carefully. Not counting it, I think Viska as a girl turned out to be cruel. I also have to find out all about Viska's identity, if it's just a word, I don't believe it.

After the meal, we left the hotel to go home. As usual, I'm just taking Viska to the parking lot where we met.

"I'm back, baby, love you?"

"be careful, beb, ilove you too" Viska kissed the back of my hand and then passed from my sight, I was still inexhaustible, a young and beautiful woman like Viska, turned out to be a ruthless predator.

"Coffee of one mbak"

"coffee items or coffee milk mas?"

"really this is just a coffee item? would it be better to add milk?" said mbak a flirtatious coffee seller while showing off his large mountain.

"no mbak, don't like expired milk and former crowds hehehe" I joke, the mom just whimpering while flicking her lips at me.

"Within fresh mas Pras! and the important thing is" while shaking his body mbak coffee seller is teasing me, looks soft, when his chest in a shake in front of me. The mother of this coffee seller is a one-child widow, young and crazy. According to rumors she's living in a runaway husband with a widow from the city. Poor thing, he's widowed because of the city's widow. She's pretty enough, but I'm not interested, let alone that she's a villager of my village.

"Mas Pras, the horrors you have a new bustle ya" I close my eyebrows in wonder, when asked so the same mbak coffee seller who is now sitting near me.

"Where's the messenger from?" let me smile, while enjoying the coffee.

"Well, there's been a lot of news circulating, you know, beautiful and sexy virgins she said. Pinter was very loud" he walked over to me smiling while nudging flirtatiously.

"Ah, it's just news that is not necessarily the truth, anyways anyone wants to be the same I mbak, I'm not rich, I look also ordinary" selorohku relaxed, relaxed, in my little heart there is a feeling of pride. Also called playboy village.

"Allah, don't bother dech. Everyone knows how you are doing, too. How am I the same?I want you to be your lover" she smiled sweetly.

"Busyet dech, end of nawarin self. O God strengthen my faith" my inner. I just glanced at him a little, his mother even more tightly seated.

"Find the others, I don't like widows" I replied, looking for an excuse, so that she would get away from my side. I feel uncomfortable when I see people.

"Don't get it wrong mas Pras, the widow is getting ahead. And just so you know mas, once tried with me must be addicted" he assured me. I just brushed my lips.

"Yee still can't believe it? want to prove! hayo when?" tantamount spirit. I was astonished, I thought this was too bold his words, I could only scratch my head in confusion.

From far away, a man riding a motorcycle at moderate speed, when passing in front of me, I immediately patted the shoulders of the coffee seller.

"Eh uh mbak, that's, what's his name?" I pointed out the person who met me at the hotel earlier, it was not in vain I waited an hour more.

"Where's mas? the one with the blue Hem shirt"

"yes, what's her name? I forgot" I kept looking at the Father until the turn and was not seen again.

"indeed why mas, there is a need to ask the Father" I became upset, people asked even back to ask.

"It's okay mbak, just want to nawarin rice fields arable" I replied looking for the reason as soon as possible. I sat back down, and took a sip of the delicious coffee that was in front of me. While continuing to smile mbak coffee seller it meliriku anxious.

"That's Abu sir, he's my father"

Glekk, hmmbffuuurrrtt. I gasped in shock, and glared at the madder of the coffee seller, in disbelief.

"Damnahh!! what the hell mas, dirty tau!" he was suffocated in shock, because he had splashed coffee water that I sprayed.

"I'm sorry mbak, I didn't intentionally" I immediately apologized, and immediately took the tissue available on the table, unconsciously wiping the large part of his chest. She squirmed and sighed a little, after it dawned on me as quickly as possible to lift my hand from her chest.

"I'm sorry again, I, I don't have insolent fuss. Actually, I was just thinking about something" the coffee vendor looked at me strangely, I got scared myself.

"It's okay mas Pras, his hand in the entrance is also okay" he said smiling, I can only rub my face rough. To hide the shame I was experiencing, and to calm my mind, I gulped back my coffee which stayed half. While sipping coffee, I saw my niece riding a motorcycle while her mother's screwdriver. Must've picked up Miss Lik from the market, my mind. As the road passed in front of me, I was again strangled in shock. And,

Hmmfbuurr...!! this time not only splashed coffee, mbak coffee seller completely hit my coffee spray right on his face, his face white and beautiful turned into a butek. I was nervous to see her eyes glaring with anger. The coffee water I spewed melted down flowing, something to his mouth and fell into his lap.