Siri's Wife Mr. Bryant
Chapter 63: THE FIRST STEP - WHAT IS YOUR DECISION?
It felt better that I operated on a patient twenty-four hours, rather than having to be a statue among the warmth of family affection. ~the inner physician Kinara.
"Excuse me, until when are we standing here?" tanya Kinara distracted everyone.
Ara breaks away from Om Al's deck, as well as Ocy distancing himself from Muel. Then everyone waited for the key in the hands of the owner to open the gate for the first time. The atmosphere was very calm with real happiness.
"Ara, open!" om Al's word is gentle, while Ocy gives the lover an eye code to guide his adopted sister.
Sure enough, Muel walked over to Ara. Then accompanied the sister to enter the first key to open the gate of her new home. The sound of the gate sounding was so pushed forward. Ara steps into the page, as well as the others.
House or palace? For Ara, everything was a dream. In the past, he lost all his possessions and even his father's house, and now God has replaced many times over. Really, his life is much better. Not only does it have a very comfortable residence, but take a look. On the right and left side were people who loved him.
Simple happiness, inversely proportional to the wrathful face of a woman who has just satisfied her customers. After serving brutally. Not the money you get, but the threat video. How not wrath? Who feels satisfied? Why did he have to bear so much loss.
"So, what's your decision?" asked a man with a half innocent body sitting on the sofa looking at the woman who was still holding her phone.
A phone that has evidence of a heat struggle that just ended. It's clear every scene is uncensored. The sound of delicious moans even sounded echoing. For the first time. He felt disgusted after satisfying the client.
I won't budge this easily, but for a while it's better to be nice. It's not impossible, clothes!this ngan has a backup file. ~in the woman, and directly slammed the phone in hand.
Paak!
"Happy? I don't think you love your career. Ok, I'll send the evidence to the mass media." The man said without a doubt.
The man's words. Instantly changing her female expression. The face full of anger turned clear, even the woman immediately ran over to her man with fake tears. Whatever he will do to keep the future shining. Including once again tempting clients.
"Is this how you agree?" asked the man half-holding himself from the naughty hands of the woman who was now sitting on his lap.
The woman stopped her attempt, then cupped her man's face, "Whatever you want. I'll follow her, but make sure no one knows our love story."
"It all depends on you. Until when this body can pay and silence my mouth. As long as I'm satisfied, you're free," the man clasped his woman's waist and eroded the distance between the two, "Baby, satisfy me!"
That command sounds ordinary. After all, his life was always about serving the lusts of moneyed men. So nothing's wrong. Beautiful body is the capital to accumulate the coffers of money. Of course other than the professional job he is doing out there. The heat struggle again enlivened the room.
Time passes by so quickly, when the world is filled with busyness. The sun is still faithful to accompany until the orange cloud welcomes his departure to change the darkness. Then the passing of vehicles on the highway does not make everyone's busyness end.
A glance is fixed on the clock on the left wrist. It's eighteen over twenty-five minutes. The person he was waiting for should be at the meeting place, but it might be too late. From the place waiting there were only shady trees with a single wooden chair.
"Come on, why be a nemenin mosquito, anyway. Ish, forget to bring mosquito repellent again," he complained by repelling mosquitoes whose voices were disturbing.
