The Love of the Kumal Woman

Crazy Woman In D'Oreon

Let Elizabeth find the right man. Matheo's words to her made her unable to close her eyes.

Am I not the right man for Elizabeth? Was I that bad, until my own best friend accused me of that?

What if Matheo's words are right? His heart could not forget Elizabeth. Former lady Duarte! Wasn't....Duarte was found dead not naked, even the jerk was still wearing men's underwear. Kendrick was smoking a cigarette on the balcony of the room, there was a slight wound in his heart. The leaflet was getting louder, there was no answer from all of them. If only Kendrick knew Eliana was the same person.

Meanwhile, at the D'Oreon nightclub, a foreign woman was present. The woman with her beauty is Cleopatra. The woman just sat down while bending her two legs. View the D'Oreon club from across the street. Her tears were pouring down, her stomach was hungry, her throat was dry. No one helped him. Without money in hand who would accept it? The woman even fell asleep for a while, putting her head on a crossed hand, resting on two bleeding knees.

At first the woman was about to enter the D'Oreon club by force. Because only using a thin pearl white negligee with no arms, the white skin of his back like porcelain exposed, until the man who was in the club saw not blinking. His small feet were barefooted, his skin peeled off and bleeding. Of course the guards refused because the lady looked like a crazy woman.

It was a pity that her beauty could not cover the pressure she was under.

More like a troubled woman. In other words depression.

Once again the woman tried to enter the door of the club D'Oreon, trying for the umpteenth time to be able to enter the magnificent building.

A guard stopped him. Rough thrust until the woman falls.

The woman grimaced in pain, her palms were now bleeding not even better than the soles of her feet.

"Let me in." Said the woman softly, her voice smooth and pitiful. Now more people are watching the woman. Not a few men who offer to help him, but inversely proportional to female visitors, seeing the appearance of women like that is considered a spectacle and a joke, not even a little considered crazy.

"Miss, go." Dispel the guards without saying sorry.

She tried to deceive the guards, even now the woman was already at the side door.

Narrow and muddy alley also damp, minimal lighting and lights. Only two guards secured the side door, to the two guards wearing all-black clothes. With a tall stature and a large muscular body.

The woman tried to pass the two guards without any hesitation, of course they did not pass her. Pushing the woman's body to fall and fall into a dirty waterhole.

"Let me in, I'm hungry."

The guard did not answer, remained standing tall and heeded nothing, thinking the woman was crazy and insignificant.

"You guys let me in, I live here."

As guards who have served long enough in D'Oreon of course they poult, who are the real residents.

Until finally the two guards let their guard down. The woman bit one of the guards' hands to the point of bleeding, kicking *******one of the other guards.

"Oh." Shouted the two guards.

The woman ran into the door, this time more were chasing after her. Between confusion and fear, the woman finally arrived in a room full of people dancing to loud music, the sound of music was deafening. Good lighting, liquor is available on the table. Most of them are in pairs.

The woman ran towards the small stage, there was an erotic female dancer who was screaming her body, then took off one by one the clothes she was wearing. From his movements as if teasing the man who was watching at the bottom of the stage. Not a few men clap and make whistles, although sometimes dancers do not follow the rhythm of music, and look irregular. As if proffering dancers to continue to leave their clothes.

The woman ran and stopped right next to the erotic dancer. One hand held on to the pole dance iron pole. The laughing visitor thought it was a joke, but the woman grew even more frightened.

The music stops instantly, even the dancer stops her movements. All eyes were on the woman standing next to the dancer.

Beautiful white face, but with the appearance of a crazy person. Between fear and confusion.

The dancer saw the condition of the woman of course she ran from the stage while shouting 'Please' Assuming the woman in front of her is really crazy.

Noticing the sudden music stop and the usual pounding vibe he heard from the room he was in, of course, as the manager of club D'Oreon, Marco immediately sought the truth.

Just now he had lifted his body from the brown leather chair, a door blow shocked him.

"What's up!"

"Crazy woman troublemaker!" Said one of Marco's men.

"Only crazy women, you can't afford to, throw it out and throw it in the street right now. You idiot!"

'Essir, throw it in the street'.

Only that sentence was ordered by Marco.

While Marco was walking outside the room towards the CCTV control room, he observed the CCTV on the dance lap floor. A woman looks back at the camera, only her back and calf. Dirty and dirty clothes.

"Just get rid of crazy women you can't. You idiot!" Marco said on his cell phone. Apparently he called the security staff.

CCTV operator officers move the camera viewpoint on the front, unfortunately the viewpoint is only visible from far away. Then the operator moved again to another corner, and so on.

"Stop, why are you even playing with that camera."

The operator didn't answer just by speaking his point from his mind.

"Why does it look like I know him from behind? But if from the front camera not at all."

"Try from the front and you close." Marco's orders.

The operator clicks the image and locks, then vocus brings the image closer.

Looking very beautiful woman, but shabby appearance, the woman bit the tip of the nail with a terrified expression. And some guards started to pull one hand even other guards tried to push the woman's body. Instantly Marco is shocked, jumping over the operator's desk without caring about the extremely expensive electronic equipment.

"Damn it!"

Marco ran fast, he went downstairs without using the elevator just past the emergency stairs.

Pushing the iron door at full power.

'Shelf' The door hit the wall.

"Suckers! Disperse, Club is closed!"

Security guards emptied the nightclub, to the disappointment of the visitors.

At first they did not budge, until finally Marco let out a gunshot upwards. Visitors are looking for safety.

Even many who swore, only a crazy person they had to close the night club.

Marco pulled up the dancer's clothes lying on the floor and covered the woman's body.

The guard who was about to expel the woman stopped his activities. They were confused by Marco's panic. Meanwhile the female workers were envious to see that.

Marco's breath was stingy. He tried to catch his breath.

"Hungry." Said the slum woman while pleading.

"Grab some warm food and milk, quick!" Marco's orders on one of the workers.

His phone shook, Santa's name on it.

"Miss Eliana's gone, all freaked out."

Marco did not answer Santa's words and immediately closed the call.

Then he called Kendrick.

"Boss Wawat!"

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