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Chapter Thirty One .. Dutch

Netherlands - Amsterdam

Approximately seventeen hours he arrived in the Netherlands by air transport, and here they were with Fathia who stared at the amazement of the magnificent building in front of him now, a typical Dutch house with whitewashed walls painted in black. Looks elegant in the eyes, making Fathia continue to amazed.

"Yuk, "take Vilins who is in the bales a nod of the head from Fathia with her hand continued to push her mother's wheelchair.

"Lins, "

"Hm?"

"Your house is great, "

"Hehe, thank you. "saut Vilins chuckled.

In front of it, on the porch of the house. There seemed to be one woman named Reniera and one man, Jeremy, they were standing looking at the arrival of four people with a smile. And when the person in the face had stood in front of her, the beautiful woman immediately hugged Fathia with warmth.

"Wow, je bent erg mooi. "praise after satisfied cuddling.

Fathia who heard him immediately turned to her best friend. "Moeder says you're beautiful" said Vilins, meaning that was immediately responded to a nod of understanding.

"Thank you Auntie," said Fathia immediately made the woman chuckle while patting her eel for forgetting one thing.

"Sorry, from now on Ik will speak in Indonesian if sema je. " said Reniera is not too fluent to require Fathia to listen well, then turn to Harra.

"How's Harra's mom doing?" asked Reniera kindly.

"My news is good" Harra replied with a sincere smile.

"Thank God then, um oh yeah better we all go in because breakfast also seems to be ready." asked Reniera who was nodding back by everyone.

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While in Indonesia alone, it was time for lunch. And that's when most people prefer to fill their stomachs first.

It will be different with Felson Roderick Ardana. The man, staring at the old house that was still well-groomed with his lips that formed a scythe. After coming from the club to have fun from last night, he immediately drove to his ex-wife's house.

"I'm sure, this time it will work" he murmured as his hand opened the chest-high gate of a rusty adult who had asked for a change.

But even though it has been tried strongly, the gate of the house still cannot be opened. Making Roder whose hair was starting to whiten growled annoyed with the occasional rough swearing coming out of his mouth.

Roder turned his head when he felt that someone was calling.

"What do you want in front of people's houses? push the gate of the house anyway. Want to swing?!" accuse the distended man with a thick black mustache perched under his pug nose.

"It's good talking!" roder felt unacceptable. "Didn't you see this luxury car of mine?"

The accused man immediately looked at the car he was driving towards. "Heleh, mostan is also still critical." he said.

"What are you, huh?!" snapped Roder as he approached and his hand immediately grabbed the collar of the man's shirt that might be as beautiful as it was.

"Mosquitoes don't wear pants" elak man who is ready to be bumped.

Roder's face looks flushed red, violently released his grip. "I am not a thief, I am here because there is the same interest that has a house" said Roder who was lazy debate, let alone his feeling is not okay.

While the man looked mangosteen, as if he understood. "Ooo, but this morning I saw the occupants of this house go carry a suitcase in the same pick up car that is more luxurious than the father's car. "

"Continue?" roder asked curiously, ignoring the last sentence that had alluded to him.

"The terrace continues on the terrace, let me a shaman who knows everything!" saut the man finally got his own emotions, and then left without saying goodbye.

Roder did not seem to bother with the man who was craving, because he prefers to think with whom his ex-wife and child go? then where they go.

"Surely that man," he muttered confidently as he gazed back at the gate of the house, and approached it with a hand that tried to reopen it.

"Shiits!" upset ass.

Finally with a heavy heart, he walked back to his car and went inside.

Brak!

On the cover of the car, after that he thought he was watching far away thinking of where else he would look for money. While the women continue to whine asking for money that is not small in number.

"Duh, Clathria is in jail. Now who am I to ask for money with?" his murmuring was frustrating, even if in thought yes still lucky. Not involved in complicated affairs that deal with the state service.

Actually Roder made a deal on paper also done by Jeremy from the beginning, if his name will continue to be safe. For not being on the list of criminals, and Clathria is a fool ever since she knew love. Agree-agree.