SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTER 11. CATERPILLAR

Apartment Cheryl.

This morning the beautiful woman, who was still wrapped in a blanket on her king-size bed, did not know that the assistant had just received a letter from the Religious Court that her appeal had been rejected.

This indicates that the divorce deed will be published soon and he officially holds a new title, a single figter.

Krieg.

The phone rings a few times. His hand poked lazily from behind the blanket looking for the whereabouts of the phone that he threw on his mattress last night.

"Hello," he said in a lazy voice still sleepy.

"I don't care how you can take the El Qavi company that Ezra runs, just consider it as compensation for being his wife for one year." The voice of a man at the end.

"I've tried it, but it's only been given a fifteen billion allowance for three months" Cheryl complained in a spoiled tone.

"I don't want to know or your Papa's company will collapse again and I give you to the Skyfall drill-dil house, must sell at a high price. Catch that!" baritone voice jolt at the end of the phone.

Pet. The call was cut off unilaterally by someone there.

Cheryl woke up from her sleep. Each time the frightening sentence came out of the mysterious man's mouth, Cheryl's fear increased by a hundredfold.

His consciousness was full, he moved his feet down from the bed, opening the door of the room looking for his assistant.

Still wearing lingerie, Cheryl went down dozens of stairs from the second floor where her room was, to the work room on the ground floor that she never actually used.

Cclack. Cheryl opened the tightly closed workroom door handle.

"San, any letters for me?" cheryl said she threw the bo-kong on the sofa after seeing the assistant sitting behind her desk.

"This is Miss, from the Surabaya Religious Court, the notice of your appeal being rejected and the official decision of divorce from Ezra El Qavi," Santi replied, cheryl's personal assistant got up with a brown envelope in her right hand and approached the princess on the sofa and handed her an envelope she was carrying.

Cheryl receives with her left hand, tearing the adhesive forcefully. His eyes moved to the left right following the line of sentences there. His hand re-gold the paper he had just read along with the facial mimicry implied a deep irritation.

"Damn it, I have to talk to him. All right, Ezra, you're not going to get away from me so easily, wait for me baby," he said with an annoying smirk.

Cheryl threw the letter she held into the air, then got up and got out of it.

Brakes.

Smooth feet swallowed barefoot and back up the stairs one by one to his room to prepare to leave.

Later at lunchtime she will come to Ezra's office to bring lunch for her ex-husband. Trying to coax through his stomach accompanied by sweet seduction, who knows Ezra will be easily destroyed as usual

Thirty minutes passed.

Now Cheryl pecked herself in front of the mirror, satisfied with the shape of her body that remains beautifully contained even though she admitted some parts to be perfect through surgery.

That's why cheryl seemed to avoid if the husband wanted to ask for a night ration with her. While the man considers himself less able to satisfy Cheryl until allegations of infidelity are often pinned on him.

He could not enjoy the game that Ezra gave because the man often over-acted the prohibited area because it could trigger post-operative effects.

"Mmm Ezra, maybe you really can't make me float. Unlike her, which always makes me feel above the clouds when that same burly hand reaches my body." Cheryl Monologues praise him, the mysterious man.

"Unfortunately he's a cold man, only warm when he needs it" Cheryl realized he was being used.

"Why not fight back over these false accusations?" thought Cheryl was cunning, as if she had the idea to appeal again.

Cheryl remembers her hot, bubbly night with the man. He played rough and soft as if to know, that the body of the ramped up makeup is not purely God's creation.

She also knows how to satisfy a woman who has fake parts like herself.

"That's the difference between him and you, Ezra. Uugghh, even my body responded, longing for his touch even if just by remembering our hot nights," he said again while biting his sexy lower lip.

Cheryl rushed, wearing a dark brown dress on her knees with a low cleavage behind the broken outer white she was wearing.

Blonde hair he stalls just like that, just pin a simple hair-piece on the left. Smooth neck in soft perfume spray with fragrant seductive mixture of vanilla and lavender. Wish Ezra would fall when he teased her later.

Natural look make-up sweeps the face that is already very beautiful. The Turkish crossbreed lady opened the room door handle.

Beeping. Beeping.

The sound of the remote car was heard. Shortly after, a red-metallic BMW Sport car rolled from the residence of Cheryl Patricia, the eldest daughter of an international cargo entrepreneur, to the EQ Building.

Although he had expected the security staff to hold him back, Cheryl had a thousand tricks to sneak there. One of them is by slipping some money and whispering praise for a weak security of faith.

There he was on the tenth floor where Ezra's office was. There were no Jhonson or his secretary-general there, a golden opportunity for Cheryl that afternoon.

Cclack.

"Do, just keep my food on the table" said Ezra, staring at the window.

Silent.

There was no suggestion from the secretary to make Ezra rotate his chair.

"Sh-itt, out!" ezra exclaimed when he saw Cheryl had stripped her outer on the floor.

"Hallo baby, do you miss me?" Cheryl quickly sat on Ezra's lap, rubbing her face against the chest of her field, craving a long masculine fragrance she hadn't breathed.

Feeling that Ezra was just silent and starting to melt, Cheryl guided the free burly hand to her chest. Cheryl sighed, provoking Ezra's reaction which carried the atmosphere that afternoon.

Ezra's hand began to rub the chunks of chewy objects there, slowly re-mashing and playing the tip made the owner of the sensual body that was strangled stifled, feeling the sensation of gelenyar that he liked. The ripe lips under the handsome face were now firmly attached together with the man's. Tossing their tongues through each of their sockets, exchanging salivae.

Cclack.

"Boss, mom- .. oh my gosh!" (for gosh)

Brakkk's.

Eldo slammed the door of Ezra's room.

Shocked by Eldo's voice, Ezra got up and made Cheryl fall to the floor.

"Aaahhhh .. dear you are evil," Cheryl cried with pain, then tried to stand up.

"Get out, ja-lang!" sentak Ezra while restoring her hair, she is upset.

"Ck, you renege even though your body still wants me so badly," wooed the ex back closer.

"Don't dare come again!" Ezra pulls Cheryl's arm, grabs the woman's outer arm and throws her along with her sexy body out of the room.

"Go back baby forgive me .. promise to be your sweet wife like you used to be, OK?" Cheryl tried to persuade, pushing back closer to the body of the man who was sculpting in her place.

"No club no party no gambling and others," he now touches Ezra's suit.

Ezra pushed the red-fronted lace-up fingers, pushing his body to stagger.

"Do, call security! drag him out of here and don't let him set foot in this office again!" ezra's orders were crushing, on Eldo.

Brakkk's.

"Siiaaall, you fool Ezra!" he cursed the stupidity that is still eaten by the rattlesnake seduce.

Should I escape Papa's request?

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"Hows it? have you done it yet? remember my message, you must succeed" said a mysterious man.

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