THE PERPETRATOR (You Cheated, I'm Two)
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Kanaya stood on the side of the road looking for a passing ojek, he could not rent a taxi considering only having two hundred thousand dollars and the money of the workers purified two days.
Like most job applicants, Naya wore black cloth pants, a long-sleeved white shirt, hair on a ponytail, and a ponytail, and do not forget the round glasses that he often wears when Naya has no history of minus eyes.
He also highlighted a bag the size of a job application paper so that it could fit for the paper.
He saw the ojek that often passed to his housing complex. "Mang ojek," he called.
"Eh, neng Naya. Want ngojek?" tanyanya stopped the motor near Naya.
"Yes, Mang."
"Hayu or Naik!" mang ojek gave another helmet to Naya, then Naya received it and she wore it.
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Naya stopped at one of the cafes in her city when she saw the writing accepting job vacancies. "Mang, just stop here, yeah. It's the fare, and thank you for delivering me."
"Together, neng. I wish Neng Naya a quick job," he was sincere.
"Amin, mangg."
Naya stepped inside pushing the door written on the push. He asked the receptionist about his job opening.
"Sorry, Ma'am. We are looking for college graduates with accounting majors. I'm sorry that we couldn't accept."
Naya lowered her head, saying goodbye to her receptionist. Naya never gave up despite the scorching heat of the sun shining directly on her head.
Naya lifted her bag to cover the hot sun burning her tiny body. He returned to try his luck at the restaurant to propose.
"Sir, I see there's a job opening there. Can I apply for a job here?" naya asked her receptionist.
The father read every application sheet presented by Naya. "You're a high school agricultural graduate?"
"Yes, sir. Any vacancies?" Naya hopes there's a vacancy.
"Nobody here is looking for management graduates because they are looking for managers."
The father's words again made Naya lethargic. "Oh that, thank you, sir. Excuse me first."
"Yes, please."
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"No Mr. Marko makes me have to drive myself, because lazy to use a car, mending use a motorbike," murmured Aldo drove his motorbike.
The handsome masculine-faced man of Thai Indonesian fusion was so dashing across the highway. Feeling thirsty, he stopped his motorbike at one of the beverage vendors near the restaurant.
The masculine man lined up to buy a drink called ice cappucino cincau then drank it until it ran out after getting the desired drink.
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Time continued until the afternoon, but Naya did not get a job. The money is left fifty thousand for the cost of returning home.
Naya walked sluggishly, she circulated her gaze when she was near the road. His eyes accidentally saw the person he knew coming out of the restaurant but not alone.
"Mas Tristan," he murmured.
"the hunt! I'll pay you, ok!" naya patted the shoulder of the man she thought was a motorcycle taxi driver.
Mang ojek also followed the car that was meant by Naya until the car stopped in a minimalist house quite large compared to the house that Naya occupied.
"Don't stop being so talented, Bang!" Mang ojek just resignedly followed the orders of Naya.
They noticed a red car parked his car and came out with two people Naya knew.
Mang ojek also noticed the two lovebirds in front of him with a look of disgust because they both kissed each other outside even to go inside.
Naya's chest pounded and felt claustrophobic watching it all. "So you've been coming home with that woman a lot?" naya's murmur could still be heard by the man before her.
Naya got off the bike slipping inside to be sure, see and hear what they were doing and talking about.
The man who was thought Naya the taxi driver was sitting on his motorcycle propping his right hand on the motorbike, his left hand on the thigh looking seriously at Naya's behavior.
While Naya directly entered the house that is not in the key. He looked up at the clothes on the floor and his ears heard the sound of****** and moans.
Naya smothered her mouth so as not to make a sound. His eyes immediately glazed over and suddenly slid profusely soaked the pimply cheeks huh.
She saw with her own eyes watching her husband making love under the sofa in the position Emily was on top and both were in plain condition.
Both of them groaned favorably without realizing there was a wounded heart.
"Getting off" said Naya.
Both of them turned their heads and saw Naya there.
"Kanaya..!!" Tristan wants to release Emily but Emily seems to not care and he even further increases his rhythm when something wants to be completed.
"You see what we're doing, so you can't hope for Tristan anymore!"
"You bajingaaan! You're dickhead! You're a disgusting Tristan," cried Naya running out.
Tristan could not bear to see Naya crying and he wanted to pursue but Emily prevented and his lust beat his conscience and even continued the action.
The man was also still faithfully waiting for Naya to come out from inside the house. He pulled his hair up with his right hand holding the accelerator pedal.
But the handsome, masculine man was surprised to see Naya come out crying. "Why is she crying?" the man turns on his motorbike following Naya from behind.
Naya runs away from Tristan's house, and she forgets her mang ojek. Even Naya fell on the asphalt crying sobbing.
His shoulders were shaken, he was crying screaming. "You're bad, Mas. I promise I will make you regret treating me this long," Naya cried loudly in tears.
The man who had approached Naya thrust his handkerchief into Naya's face. "Take it! Who knows you need this."
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