QUEENA (Your Wife Is My Prisoner)
UNLIKELY
Queena parked her motorbike, staring at the apartment building that loomed in front of her. The woman looked once again at the address her customer gave her today to make sure she wasn't mistaken for an apartment building.
There are indeed several apartment buildings in this area that are slightly similar in shape.
"Yes, this is it," Queena muttered late as she removed the helmet. Queena went inside the apartment building and asked the security who accidentally passed her to ask the customer apartment unit on what floor.
"Thank you, sir!" Said Queena kindly, after security told her that the apartment unit that Queena had been referring to was on the nineteenth floor. Queena just needs to go up to the nineteenth floor, drop off the bed sheet, then go back home. I hope Barley doesn't wake up when Queena gets home.
Ting!
The screen above the elevator already showed the number nineteen, immediately Queena got out of the elevator and immediately looked for the destination apartment unit. Apparently there are only two apartment units on this floor. It is inconceivable how large these apartments are. Surely the owners are wealthy people, maybe businessmen or officials. I don't know!
Queena was just about to press the bell next to the door, when suddenly the apartment door was opened from the inside.
"Good day, sir!" Sapa Queena slightly stuttered at the apartment dweller who turned out to be a man.
Queena thought that the bed sheet message was a woman.
Ah, but this could be her husband.
"Jiang! Find who?" The man asked while scanning Queena from toe to head.
Damnit damnit!
Mana Queena was just wearing a negligee like the one she covered in cardigans!
"I delivered the order sheet. In the name of..." Queena pulled out her phone to read the name of her customer that was like the name of a currency.
"Bernamed Cent," Queelagi said after reading the name of his customer.
Cent who is it?
Centi?
Or Centong?
"Oh, Cent is inside. Please come in first!" Said the thin-floated man while opening the door a little wide.
"I'll just wait here," rejected the delicate Queena.
"It's okay!" The man smiled kindly, and finally Queena entered the spacious and luxurious apartment.
Waw!
Hopefully someday Queena and Good can also buy a luxury apartment like this!
"Wait a minute, yeah! Please sit down first" the man pointed to the sofa not far from the entrance. It looks like it's the living room.
Queena simply nodded, then sat down on the sofa earlier and pulled out her phone again. A message from his neighbor.
[Barley's awake, Queen. But cry for a moment. Now at my house play]
Queena breathed a sigh of relief, after seeing a photo of Barley playing with the child of Queena's neighbor who was one year older than Barley.
[I'm back again, Ma'am! This has met the customer, kok] -Queena-
[Yes, then slowly get on the bike and don't rush! Barley's not fussy, really]
Queena had just seen Barley's photo again, when suddenly without Queena realizing there was a hand with a cloth that stdah smothering Queena's nose and mouth.
"Mmmmpphhh!" Queena still had a chance to rebel, before then the woman's body drooped and lost consciousness.
Queena doesn't remember anything after that!
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"All that?" Tanya Bagus on some of her youths who had since loaded the items onto the car to be sent.
"Already, Sir!"
"Good sir so take delivery?" Ask one of Bagus' co-workers who also happens to be an expedition truck driver who will today make a delivery.
But what did Ma'am Asih call?
"Hello, Ma'am!" Sapa Bagus finally after picking up the phone.
"Gus, are you still out of town?"
"Yes still, Ma'am! Maybe I'll just go home tomorrow. What's up, huh?" Good question again a little felt something was wrong.
"Trus do you know where Queena is, Gus?"
"Queena? Not at Barley's house, Mommy?" Good answers are getting bad.
"No one, Gus!"
"Yesterday Queena was keen to deliver bed linen. Barley's truck was pinned to the shoot. But until night Barley hasn't been picked up and Queena hasn't come home yet."
"What?"
"Bak checked into the house?" Good Cecar who is now starting to panic.
"It has. Just left your house and Queena hasn't come home yet. There is no motor."
"Barley how, Ma'am?"
"Barley's still at the playhouse. But yes sometimes fussy if you remember his mother. Nyariin."
"Yaudah, it's good to be home soon. Titip Barley first, Ma'am!" Good words finally the feeling is now no longer because of. Queena where?
Not usually Nice wife was gone a long time while delivering bed linen!
"Yes, Gus!"
After Asih's phone disconnected, Bagus immediately contacted Queena's phone.
"The number you're going to is out of reach."
"Ck!" It was good to crack and start to get frustrated. When his gaze was accidentally turned to a television screen that was displaying news of a fairly terrible accident because the motorbike that hit a truck was immediately burned violently.
Good had wanted to ignore the news, but then the license plate number highlighted by the camera, immediately made Good freeze.
"One.. two..."
"Three!" Queena forcefully opened the hand of Bagus that covered her eyes, then the woman immediately looked shocked.
"Mas! This is?"
"New motor for you!" Reply Good while lifting the body Queena, then sat his wife on the matic motorbike that had just been bought.
"Yeahaaa! Thank you very much, Mum!"
"Thank you, Great!!"
"No way!"
"No way!"
"Queena!!"
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