The Primadona

Chapter 36 The mist-covered girl

I clasped Mitri's hand tightly, he looked comfortable. We walked down the hallway to the hotel room to eat. Suddenly the phone in my pants pocket rang, I immediately picked up, apparently a call from Adie. For a moment we stopped our steps while lifting the call. Apparently Adie wanted to meet me he invited me to breakfast.

I told her, not to miss the right time to invite her to a meeting. Mitri's eyebrows pucker I know behind the veil, it looks like rustic. "Replace ...." Mitri whispered while raising both shoulders.

Seems like he didn't take it when I invited, "why? Objection, dear ...." But no answer, maybe she's ashamed of Adie? I don't know. Finally we took another step back, while Mitri just nodded her obedient mark to me.

Not yet ordered breakfast, suddenly we were surprised by the arrival of several men. They headed straight towards where we were sitting.

Realizing that it was not okay I stood up to welcome the arrival of the three men with large tall body postures with fiercely decorated faces, curly hair and pitch black skin.

Mitri looked panicked, he was now standing behind me. The arrival of the three attracted the attention of other visitors. Ah, sure enough they came for me and Mitri. Sontak make themselves take a position, visible from the gimik their faces are not friendly.

"Stay away from him!" The most burly man pointed a finger at me.

I was clamoring, with a fixed position protecting Mitri with my hands together. Mitri was now hugging tightly to my waist.

"Don't try to touch it!" hardikku while patting hard hands that man who will reach Mitri's arm.

"What right do you have?!" with round eyes.

"You have no right to touch it either!" reply fierce.

"Surge, or--"

"Don't you dare touch! I warn you, once again!" my threat with a high tone.

"Nothing to do with you! Step aside!"

"It's his business, I'm his girlfriend so entitled to Mitri's safety!" Jemari Mitri squeezed my arm.

"Bum ..." whispered softly.

"Yeah! A boyfriend?!

"Yes! Is your hearing impaired?!"

"Nhd!" his ridicule with a disgusting look as he looked at Mitri.

While the other two men smiled wryly while sporting fingers and staring at me. Meanwhile, visitors are just geming and some even capture our moment of tension. Without anyone to interfere even the receptionist seemed to not dare to make a decision or call the hotel security officer. From the faces of the service stirs up a huff.

I know I'm in danger again. Our quarrel was inevitable as the man kept trying to grab Mitri's arm. Immediately my emotions skyrocketed and gave the man a raw bogem. Mitri shouted hysterically while covering both ears. He was sitting on the floor when two other men grabbed his arm.

"Let's work together, or we'll be rude, ma'am!"

"I don't want to go back to that damn house!" pekik Mitri was still in the same position.

While the man I gifted the bogem earlier staggered, but did not fall down. Then he looked at me with a look of obstruction while rubbing his lips that look blood spotting. He hissed with his hands clenched, but not yet a single blow from me made him almost kiss the floor. Yes, the iron chair we were sitting on had landed heavily on his neck.

While the other two people had already left to take Mitri by force. A receptionist was seen by me venturing to prevent. "Please don't be rude to women! Look at the hijab being torn apart!" I heard Mitri moaning and begging repeatedly to be released.

While other visitors are busy ignoring their respective phones. It makes me really upset that I want to throw them one by one. Tired of seeing people not respecting others.

One burly man took off his hand from Mitri's arm. He approached the receptionist earlier, looking down his head.

"Whatdidyou say? Try repeat!" A moment of the man's clamor earlier as the burly man's one hand choked the crust of the receptionist shirt uniform.

However, it was unexpected that the receptionist threw hard hands of the burly man to release a giggle from his neck.

"That's my boss' mistress' wife! Understand!"

"That's fine, but don't be rude in public!"

"Don't try to interfere!" His voice sounded echoing. The man pointed a finger right at the receptionist, then passed by.

While Mitri was no longer visible to me, he was pulled out earlier. While we were still fighting, maybe he felt defeated and decided to leave.

I sat half-dressing the shirt I was wearing. I don't care around, whatever. When rubbing the face wearing tissue, apparently the temple that was injured due to the jotosan Togar again broke and bleed makes me grimace to withstand the pain.

"Damn it!" I cursed repeatedly, then left the place.

My eyes stare fiercely at some people who are still on standby with a mobile phone screen. Arriving at the hotel lobby my eyes rounded to see the commotion. Adie was having an argument with the three men. Meanwhile Mitri was not there.

I hastened the approaching step. Arriving at the parking area, my finger immediately grabbed the shirt from one of the men who had pulled the rough body of Mitri.

"Fuckers!" I cursed while punching, but unfortunately he deftly dodged and deflected.

"Already, Bum!" Adie.

I didn't go down, "where's my boyfriend?!"

No answer I got, the three gawked away leaving us in a hurry to get into a standby car with the engine on.

"Fuck up!" yell loudly.

"Already, Bum. Istighfar!" Adie patted this shoulder, I bent my breath.

"See Mitri, don't you?"

"Here you go, get in the car and calm down!" Adie calmed down again while giving a bottle of mineral water.

I swigged a little and then washed my face. A little quiet, I leaned against Adie's bumper.

"You saw Mitri?"

Adie momentarily clenched, then frowned. "You, the hell." said Adie.

"Me??"

"Yes, looking for trouble!" I gasped at his words.

"Kok??"

"You made a promise without passing me, you're a prick, Bum!" Ah, damn I'm serious apparently Adie just mocked me.

"Here you go, get in the car and I'll go to the apartment. I'll tell you everything."

Without saying any more words, I got in the car. A moment later, I turned around to go home. Along the way the heart wonders. What is really behind this incident. What happened to Mitri? Who was her husband to be spied on like that?

Many questions crammed the head but I have to be patient waiting for an explanation from Adie later. Repeatedly this hand hit the handlebar of the car.

Then, I decided to check Mitri's contact number, but it didn't appear that he was active, even when trying to make a voice call, there was no response. Tightening the chest, the number is inactive and is in the range, making this mind increasingly affected by his figure.

The shadow of Mitri's eyes when shocked I called it by the name of "girlfriend" playing in this eye patch. "I have to help you, Mitri!" I said while hitting the handlebar of the car before going out because it had arrived at my apartment.