Siri's Wife Mr. Bryant
Chapter 190: Special Part III
"Prepare everything. I want this event to be their last breath witness. Understood?"
The call ended with the arrival of a refreshing aroma. Body wrapped in a towel that just came out of the bathroom. A seductive smile stared at him. "My wife, why so early?"
"What, Om?" bunga pretended not to understand with a thirsty look that shimmered from her husband's bead.
The reaction of the body is not in harmony with the murmuring of the lips. Lips asked, but the towel just fell off. The mischief in the eyes, the hidden temptation made Al shake his head. Having a wild wife, it feels like every new year's day. There are fireworks that give happiness when enjoying it.
"Flower, get your clothes on. I'm gonna take a shower." Al said, then got out of bed.
His steps walked towards the bathroom, passing his wife just like that. Very unfortunate. The wife's bid code was ignored. If you don't remember today, it's an important day. Of course, he will teach his wife a lesson.
Al who fled from him. Suddenly, he chuckled with satisfaction. Rarely can tease her own husband with his powerful style. "My husband can fast."
Each room owner is preparing. The fashion stylists also make up artists who are hired have spread according to their respective work rations. All family members receive the best service. Especially the two couples who will do the wedding today.
Warm friends of the sun. Ara sat in a special chair that rotated around and around following the touch of the hand of the gemulai fairy. It's been almost an hour less. The woman's face had a touch of magic. And so is Ocy in the next room.
Today will be history. Where the whole family united to celebrate and witness the sacred promise that will be held. The whole family enjoyed every process, without exception.
The happiness of the whole family does not affect the heart of someone who has frozen. It is far from such an exotic place. In a narrow room with a size of 2 x 3 meters. A 24-inch television is available in the room.
Instead of enjoying breakfast. Eyes kept staring at the dead TV. He waited for when the square would light up. After three days earlier read a lavish invitation on behalf of Bryant Angkasa Putra with his future wife. The tightness felt in the chest does not change anything. He's just a prisoner.
That life, so sad. What is expected, will not reach the goal. When it's all about desire and satisfaction. When there is no longer such thing as sincerity and sincerity. How will that happiness come?
I want to complain, but what should I complain about? all is his own responsibility to lose the most valuable. All that, has passed and now it is over. No one else will know him.
His daydreams continued to wander, but suddenly someone came to open the door. The trolley with a white cloth cover pushed in produced a clinging creaking sound. It turned out that the right hand of the prison owner had come to see him.
"Hey, why aren't you the guy you sent? Is my voice less loud?" His words stared lazily at the man who was staring at him flatly.
Zack pulls out a white cloth that covers Al's order for their special captives. The awesome glow of inanimate objects. On top of the trolley were many luxury items mixed with sharp weapons. Three sets of jewelry befriended a flash of daggers.
"Treasure, or life." Zack throws a piece of paper at Hazel's face, "The last letter of all the clients and bonuses to you."
Zack's treatment makes Hazel snort cynically. He knew the man had no heart. However, he wanted to try to do something that could save him. The crumbling feeling continues to inflame the rest of the spirit of life.
"C!h! Basic jal@ng." umpat Zack rubbed his own lips violently, but Hazel who laughed was satisfied. Though the woman was still enjoying the heat that radiated on her left cheek. "Women like you, don't deserve to live."
"Hello, Mr. sok alim. The world does not work out of love, but works with ambition. When did you become a lackey? What is waiting for gray hair? I know, my life is sad." Hazel smiled meaningfully, then took a glass of water, gulped it down to the toilet.
The woman, trying to leave a trace of life by provoking Zack. The goal is only one, that the family life of the Son can not be peaceful. However, he does not know. If Zack is a loyal right hand man even willing to sacrifice his life without being asked.
Every word that came out of Hazel's mouth. It actually further strengthens the disgust from inside Zack. The man grabbed a dagger from the top of the trolley table, then floated painting a simple incision the sound of screams. "Crazy there are always limits."
Hazel touched her own face. Rancid scented viscous liquid piercing the sense of smell. Zack ruined her pretty face. The dagger with blood on the man's hand, explained everything. The last attempt becomes a lifelong disability. After ending the eye war, the man left the prisoner's room.
The cry echoed, but only Hazel heard it. The iron door was soundproof. Waiting in grief, befriending wounds. After an hour has passed. Finally the square object in front of him lit up. Seen the sea view is so beautiful spoil the eyes.
"Have fun, Hazel Laurent. The final reward for your betrayal. Enjoyable, baby."
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