Sensational Substitute Husband

Bamabang Antics

Jepreet...

"Hehe... What dream did I have last night, I think today I will get a jackpot." muttered a man in the age range of 25 years while grinning smirk was satisfied with the results of the shots he had just obtained with his canon.

"Ooh, really?" sahut a baritone voice that sounded relaxed right from behind the man.

"Of course, hehe.." responded to the man no less relaxed and chuckled arrogantly while continuing to watch the results of his shots on his small canon screen.

"Well, if that's what you can do for me. A bowl of meatballs is okay - what is it." baritone voice from behind the man was heard again asking to be treated by the man.

"Ck.." the thieving while turning his body to the back "Enak aja ask for a tract to me, sono's own work. Is it useless pa?" suddenly the man was stunned almost unable to finish his speech due to shock when he met a face with a figure who had just continued to answer his words.

"Known, my name is Bambang." replied Bambang introduced himself while smiling so kindly, but it looked very terrible for the man who immediately shuddered great made. "By the way, can I see your shots just now?" bambang asked politely without caring for the expression of the man who was very clearly scared half to death with a pale face.

Gleck...

The man took a sip of hard-pressed saliva. His throat suddenly felt dry choked. Without being able to speak, with trembling hands thrust his canon to Bambang who continued to carve a friendly smile on his face that looked very terrible to the man.

"Thank you." still maintaining his politeness Bambang grabbed the canon and began to check the results of the shots that had just been obtained by the man who said he could make him hit the jackpot.

Throughout observing the images on the small screen of the canon, Bambang's expression looks ordinary while continuing to mangosteen "Yes, with this I'm sure you will get a big jackpot. Aren't you?" he said then, after seeing all the shots that the man had just obtained.

Still unable to speak, the man firmly shook his head.

"Hmm? Why?" ask Bambang sok confused while raising his eyebrows.

But once again only responded with a firm ring by the man who was unable to speak with his lips locked very tightly.

"God..." Bambang geleng - the head bobble "So, who told you to?" suddenly the tone of his voice and his expression turned serious. There was no longer that friendly yet horrible smile on his face that turned flat.

Gleck...

Once again the man sipped the hard saliva he made with a face that looked increasingly pale nan pias. Bite her hard - hard lower lip, trying hard to open her lips to speak. "Sa-I don't know who-his name is Tu-Mister" he replied stammeringly - brick with a trembling voice.

Make no mistake, omes - omes like this, Bambang is very good at reading expressions and highlight the netra. So, he can immediately find out that the man is not lying. "Male - male or female?" he continued to change the question.

"Pe-woman, Tu-Mister."

Bambang mangosteen - mangosteen, then pat the man's shoulder slowly "Alright, because he said you will not get a jackpot with these photos, love me aja ya." he asked again be friendly.

The man immediately nodded - nodding his head "I-yes sir."

"Hm, thank you." Bambang smiled sincerely as he reached out - rogoh pocket uniform driver "In exchange, nih. Consider me who practices you, I will get the jackpot." he added while putting a piece of money 20,000 rupiah into the hands of the man. "It should be enough to buy a bowl of meatballs."

The man can only grimace while nodding - nodding his head to agree with all Bambang's words.

"Fate, fate." murmured the man melancholy after the figure of Bambang disappeared from his sight. "Hufh.." he mend*sah weak, then passed from that place in the opposite direction to Bambang.

Meanwhile, Bambang, now the omes driver was sitting in the steering chair in a luxury long ceper car owned by Kenan parked in the basement of NF Hospital. Yes, the TKP case of a silent photo-taking experiment conducted by a random man a moment ago, none other than in the basement of NF Hospital.

To be precise, the random man had silently tried to take a photo of Fara and Andre who were about to enter the elevator together. Though the distance of the two is not too close, nor too far away anyway. But with his staff, the man randomly photographed with a very perfect angel, resulting in an image where Fara and Andre look very close and intimate. Andre who seemed to stretch his hands by walking slightly behind Fara's side, looked as if he was embracing Fara's shoulders.

"It seems like someone is trying to play - play with Madam Fara. Hehe..." Bambang grinned smirk while playing memory card with his hand resting on the steering wheel of the car. Then pressed the intercom calling button perched on his right ear, contacting the bodyguards who always escort Kenan and Fara when outside.

"Follow the men who had just come out of the basement, with characteristics.." Bambang orders the bodyguards who are staying right at the basement gate as usual, while explaining the complete characteristics of the random man, starting from the age range, face shape, height, and clothes he wears. It was not difficult for him to remember the specific characteristics of the random man who talked to him for a long time.

"Ready to do the Boss!" say the bodyguards in unison from across there, just before Bambang decided on the call.

"Ok, now what should I do with this case? Do I need to report it to Boss Kenan?" Bambang again muttered to himself while knocking - tapping the steering wheel with his fingers. Yes, actually since long ago he called Kenan with the name 'Bos Kenan'. But in public especially in front of Fara, he called Kenan as 'Mr Kenan' so as not to invite suspicion.

While Bambang was still fond of thinking about what to do with this case, he was a little surprised by the presence of Ju Woon who was quite arrived - arrived and immediately said hello shortly after parking the car perfectly right next to the car he was riding.

"Assalamualaikum Mr. Bambang, good morning."

"Eh, Big Boss, walaikumsalam. Morning Big Boss." replied Bambang slightly jolted from his daydream.

"To daydream what sir?" asked Ju Woon who knew Bambang had just realized from his daydream, while remaining in his car.

"This is Big Boss, I'm thinking of a way to prevent the outbreak of world war 3." as usual, Bambang replied ambiguously.

"Huh?" Ju Woon was successfully flabbergasted by him. "World war 3? When's? Whereabouts? Between what country and what?" his lice sprouted - tubi after returning to his consciousness.

"This is Big Boss' civil war, between the First Lady and the Father of State. I think it will happen in Indonesia, at any time."

Ssh...

Ju Woon hissed while grimacing deeply - deeply. He really failed to understand the Bambang narrative that likens Kenan as the father of the country and Fara as the first lady. He thought that Bambang meant the mother of the president and the father of the president of Indonesia. "Anyone has been elected to replace Mr Mahmud?" tanyanya didn't connect later.

"Hmm?" Bambang was confused. But he answered after his knowledge "There is no Big Boss."

"Hmm? Then who does Mr. Bambang mean by Mother and Father of State?" Ju Woon was confused.

"Mistress Fara and Boss Kenan." replied Bambang with a successful leisure make both pupils Ju Woon eyes widened perfectly and lips twitching - twitching as if to say.

I swear by anything, if you do not remember that Bambang is older than himself, this second Ju Woon must be swearing at the omes driver. "Hufh..." Exhaled a heavy breath to neutralize his emotions "Then what war did Mr. Bambang mean?" tanyanya calmed down then.

Without saying a word, Bambang immediately handed the memory card in his hand to Ju Woon.