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"hopefully no one knows about Miss Crys, it looks like Mr. Alex wants to have Wife 2". Inner Cepak who feels Alex wants both women.
there was no conversation between the two of them, Cepak glanced at Alex.
"really, Mr. Alex is so handsome, rich, powerful, so respected by his enemies that he fights underhanded means, I'm sure there must be a lot of women with him, having a wife of 3 or 4 I'm sure Mr. Alex can support all his wives.
the DeLLun Hotel, Germany,
The son turned to the door to see Rohan coming with a pale face and sat down before him.
"what's the matter han?". asked the son raising next to his eyebrows.
"is your Master as cruel as Mr Alex?". Rohan asked seriously.
"yes". replied the Son without evading.
"he threatened me earlier".Rohan replied furiously.
The son stood up for a moment, "did my Master kill your friend?". asked the Son seriously.
"no, he threatened me". Rohan replied in a panic at the unusual look on the Son's serious face.
"if he has warned you, back off..! he never messed with his words, I told him Crys could lose his head if he dared to cheat on him let alone allow his lover to get in touch with you, I could die, He deliberately exaggerated so that Rohan would be afraid.
Rohan is a man who likes to play women not a tough man can fight the enemy, He is only good at the top of the runj*ng, just, it could be said that Rohan is a weak man and it is easy for Alex to finish him but Alex does not like to fight weak men unless his patience is exhausted, also for the sake of protecting himself.
"oh God..! who is your master? is there anything scarier than the Alex Monster?". Rohan asked.
"no..! they're not hostile, I think they'll be friends if they join.
The Son does not want to say that the man on it is Alex, He cannot tell the truth just as the Son dug his own grave.
"c*l...! then why is the girl teasing me?". Rohan asked furiously.
"you don't know your brain problem? I saw from CCTV it was obvious it was unintentional, try to tell me if you think he wants to get attention from you when his own head is a guarantee of his safety.
Rohan chuckled in annoyance, "I have never been rejected by women.
"for that now accept the rejection, he cannot accept you.
Rohan was forced to obey the Son's request because the Son himself said that his Master had never toyed with his warning, if Rohan dares to approach Crys again then his family life will be depleted and last is his own life, Rohan still wants to live happily by courting many women.
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in the WC women,
Crystal was mopping the floor and got a section cleaning public toilets.
"Oup..! Ms..? don't throw the trash in there". Crystal screeches to see a woman dressed in menor throw a tissue into the closet.
"Mom?". the lady parrot was furious and threw the trash into the closet.
"aissh...! how clogged later? don't you understand Indonesian?". asked Crystal in annoyance.
lucky it's just a tissue will be destroyed when watered by water but what if the sanitary napkin*t, wouldn't it be troublesome for them, the rules in this hotel are clearly stated should not throw garbage into the closet.
the woman sauntered away leaving Crystal with an arrogant face,
"sial*n that woman, my face is this beautiful why is it called ma'am? I'm 23 years old.
Crystal let out a long sigh, "bad woman again". Crystal murmured softly into her head.
Crystal continued her work, shortly after Butet and Tatan arrived.
"what?". asked Crystal turned towards the two co-workers.
"have you seen Feny?". asked Butet curiously.
"Feny? who?". asked Crystal back while busy mopping.
"that's Mr. Andra's girlfriend, she's a model.
"who is Andra?". asked Crystal who did not know Andra.
Butet pulls out his phone and searches for Andra's name until he sees the photo and shows it to Crystal.
"That's Andra? why is the photo there? he's famous?". asked Crystal who is still not familiar with Andra because only Alex and Son would be famous.
"this is the result of not having a cell phone.
"yes". said Butet shook his head slowly.
"explain to me let me understand".pinta Crystal.
"he's Andra, Alex's love rival with a woman named Viola, they're very famous in the black world and in the business world, aren't you afraid she'll complain to her boyfriend? he is as scary as Mr. Alex.
"i heard he had a scary pet.
"you didn't mess with that Feny, did you?". Butet asked expectantly.
Crystal is innocent but the girl will not stay silent if anyone does anything wrong, so if there is a wrong leader in front of Crystal's eyes, this girl will not hesitate to reprimand him even though the person He scolds is an honorable person who will endanger his life, Butet and Tatan are afraid that Crystal will do the same with the model.
"ohs.. Mother earlier? but I just asked her not to throw the tissue into the closet". Crystal replied innocently.
Butet was sitting limp while Tatan patted his forehead,
"big problem". muttered the two women limply.
"what big trouble? I don't think he understands Indonesian". Crystal blinked her innocent eyes.
"Lord..! why do I have to have this funny friend?". muttered Tatan with a sizzling softly.
"Oh God..! can you make this honest and cute friend of mine aware of her mistake? why could he be so brave and not fear the trouble that would befall him?". Butet spread his hand into the air.
Crystal shook her head thinking her friend was talking to herself when the words of the two friends insinuated Crystal, but the girl who was satirized instead hummed back with her work.
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"sayangg?". feny whined towards Andra and sat on Andra's lap.
Andra smiled as she tidied up Feny's hair, "what's wrong?". asked Andra.
"there was a lowly OG who said to me Mom, I was really upset.
"saying you Mother? whatdoes thatmean? is he your son?". asked Andra.
"not darling..! I'm a girl, you've tested it yourself, right? but my makeup might make her call me Mother.
"just calm down, baby..! I'll give him the cobra to be poisoned by the Snake, how dare he call upon my very charming Beb.
Feny smiled broadly, He kissed Andra's cheek because Andra always pleased him.
"feel it OG, I'm sure tomorrow you're dead". Inner Feny sneered cunningly.
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