Paradise Angel For Kebab Sellers The Tajir

Caught in the apartment.

Jakarta city...

A very handsome crossbreed man had just walked out of the airport in a white luxury car splitting the streets of the capital with a joyful face.

"Alhamdulillah... It was so good to be back in my own country. I can't wait to see Shasha.. It feels very missed with that beautiful face. " said Izam with a smile sumringah.

He deliberately asked his personal assistant who was none other than his best friend to leave the car at the airport. Because he wants to drive himself and stop by the lover's apartment before returning home.

"Well, the flower shop! Stop by first ah buy a favorite flower Shasha. " said Izam with sparkling eyes when passing the flower shop.

He stopped his vehicle and stopped by the roadside because parking was very minimal.

He entered the flower shop while humming and looking at the flowers that match the character of the lover.

"Prince/Mas..Is there anything I can help you with? " greet one of the employees who is arranging flowers.

"I want to buy flowers for my girlfriend.. I guess I can recommend it? " answered Izam while looking around him.

"There are many kinds of Mas, there are red roses, tulips, white roses, and others. Depends on which one is his favorite! " say the employee kindly.

"Red roses are red! My girlfriend likes that! Make a rather large bit yes series. " said Izam with a happy face.

"Ready Mas, please wait in the waiting chair! When we are done we will call back "answer the employee while pointing to a place to wait.

Izam also obeyed the words of the flower shop employee. He sat in the waiting chair playing with his phone.

15 Minutes later, Izam's name was called and he went straight to the cashier to make the payment. After completing the payment transaction, Izam came out of the flower shop with a happy smile while carrying a large bouquet of red roses in his left hand.

"Shasha must be so happy at the love of these roses! I can't wait to see that shocked face! " said Izam while smiling to himself.

He placed the bouquet of roses on the side chair carefully, afraid that the flowers would be damaged and no longer beautiful.

Izam immediately boarded his car and continued his journey towards the lover's apartment. After driving for almost 10 minutes, Izam finally arrived at the luxury apartment area. He entered the basement to park his car and entered through the side door.

"Good day sir, what floor are you going to? " ask the security guard as he passes the guard post.

"Siang is also a security guard! I want to go to the 45th floor" Izam replied kindly.

"Please continue sir! If there is a problem, you can contact me directly at this number! " said Mr. security guard while pointing at the number listed on the wall of the guard post.

Izam continued his footsteps entering the elevator which would take him to the 45th floor of the unit where his lover lived.

While waiting in the elevator, Izam occasionally smelled a fresh rose while smiling to himself.

A few minutes later, the elevator stopped on the floor he was on. Izam came out of the elevator with a pounding heart a sign that he was very impatient to meet the idol.

When he arrived at the door of the unit he was heading to, namely unit number 219, he was fixated because he was hesitant to push the bell or just go in because he also knew the password of this apartment.

After fighting long enough in his heart, Izam decided to just go in and give a surprise of his arrival to the lover. As he pushed through the entrance, he saw many sandals and shoes lined up. Both women's sandals and men's shoes. He counted eight pairs of shoes and sandals that hung in the corner.

"Why are there so many sandals and shoes? Is Shasha having a party? There can't be no party if there's this many shoes and sandals! " rummed Izam slowly.

"Eh, but doesn't Shasha like parties the most?But why is there so much footwear in this apartment? " he muttered again in wonder.

"Ah, I better take a peek at what's going on in there! Hopefully it is not an embarrassing thing that happens inside. " said Izam by walking slowly without making a sound.

His face was flushed red withstanding the turmoil of anger that was ready to explode, his hands clenched tightly to the point of displaying prominent veins resisting the turmoil that was flaring in his chest.

Izam took a slow breath and stood in his heart, trying to quell the anger that was lodged in his heart. He closed his eyes trying to neutralize the tightness in his chest. After being calm enough, he came back closer to find out the conversation of those who were having a party with their respective partners.

Izam did not expect that his lover could do such a despicable thing.

"It turns out this is apparently your behavior behind my back Shasha. "cloak Izam slowly.

Shasha or rather Natasha Setiawan who works as a lecturer at an elite high school in Jakarta. He is currently partying with his college friends at UI in order to increase his position as vice principal at the place where he worked for the last three years.

"Sha, why don't we have a party for you in this apartment? " ask her friend in black.

"Yes Sha, I don't want to be sprayed by your fiancee if she knows we're throwing a party here! " said his other friend in less material clothes.

"Well, don't you think about that? My fiancee is still in Japan, and she'll be home next week. Last night he just called me and said, " replied Shasha casually.

"Well, good dong if that's how it is! So we can have fun while having a party with our partner! " said the woman in blood red.

"Yes yes dong! Shasha is that! Who does not bend the knee with a Natsha Setiawan who has a beautiful face plenary, sexy body and bohay, kind, helpful and friendly with anyone, he said, softly he said to anyone he met, " replied Shasha with his PD pride himself.

"Yes right, but it's all a mask, Ha... Ha... Ha. "answer them all with a laugh.

"Eh but I salute you elo Sha. How could elo hide the true attitude of elo all this time from everyone, especially the elo fiancee ! " ask her friend in black clothes curiously.

Shasha who was sitting on the lap of her lover went down and took a bottle of wine and poured it in a glass. He absorbed the drink slowly as if he was enjoying it with a relaxed atmosphere.

"Who does not know of an Idzam Maliq Barzakh, an heir to all the riches of Barzakh. Both those in Dubai and those in Indonesia. Especially if rumors are circulating that says that he really likes the type of woman who is gentle, polite, and not thirsty for treasure. And I'd do anything to get all that. Like the word hurt first, have fun later. Trouble getting rich later.. Ha... Ha... Ha. " said Shasha with a happy laugh.

Izam clenched his hand firmly holding the turbulent emotions in his chest hearing the direct talk coming out of his lover's mouth. It felt like he had torn the sweet mouth that was spitting out the poison with his own hands so emotionally. But he was still patient because he wanted to see how far Shasha lied to him.

"Then now what are your plans Sha?? " ask his friend again.

"As the original plan.. Making the puja more pure and subjugated with the goodness of a Shasha... Ha... Ha... "Ha." replied with a laugh.

Izam just shook his head to see the real face of the lover he adored so much. In his heart, he cursed himself who was fooled by an innocent face, polite in speech and friendly with everyone. It turned out that it was all just a mask that covered his dilapidated nature and behavior.

They continued to party without shame and fear. Drinking alcohol, smoking, making out with the opposite sex in the presence of other friends, completely misleads their behavior, Na'uzubillahiminzalik.

Because he could no longer bear to see the obedience that was before him, and moreover this apartment he had, Izam decided to come out of his hiding.

"Prok"

"Prok"

"Prok"

All those who were partying stopped their activities. Shasha was so shocked to see the sudden arrival of the lover that she accidentally dropped the glass she was holding.

"Ma-Mas Izam!! "

Seriate...

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