The Primadona Malam

Evil Strategies

Unintentionally, Imas eavesdropped on the three parents' conversation. And to be honest, their discussion was so interesting to Imas. With a sagging step, the heavily pregnant woman approached the window and pretended to be sitting reading a magazine in the living room.

"It must be determined first, the price. Get knocked down again," said Noor, looking annoyed.

Yes, Noor still remembers what happened a few years ago, when he gave up a virgin child to work at his friend's brothel.

"Eh, sekate-kate you're snacking, Noor! I always pay for all the stuff you sell for a fair price, ye!" Emotions Imelda.

"What is worth. I used to love girls, uh you paid the price of jande, too" Noor said.

"Hooh, girl, but please go first. You think I can't be any different? Udah, deh .. don't you maen-maen anymore the same me. Anyway, there's a girl there's a big cuan. Nguy, lu!" imelda.

Noor just plucked his lips to hear the firmness ejected from the mouth of the dower who had been exposed to silicone injections dozens of times that.

"Updah-udah, arentar lu ama transaction I only. No need to take me with you, mother" said Sukma, mediating the debate between Imelda and his wife.

Imas who listened carefully to their conversation from the living room, looks mangosteen. It seemed, he had already begun to be able to digest the direction of the three middle-aged people's conversation.

"Yes already, you cariin and directly bring it to my place. The sooner you look, the sooner you get money. Understand!" imelda.

"Iye-iye," said Sukma.

"If so, I turn back first" said Imelda as she moved from her seat.

After Imelda left, the couple entered her house. They looked a little surprised when they saw that Imas was already sitting sweetly in the guest chair.

"Lu spewing chats kite, Mas?!" point Noor to the child.

"Yeah, don't nguping also been whizzing times. The volume of people you are talking is more than the village dangdutan," said Imas.

"Oh, um no morals of your son, Bang!" noor's Nagel.

"You guys on can't diem? My nutmeg is about to break up with you guys continuing to debate. Kagak kelar-kelar if gini is his business. Huh, where am I supposed to get another virgin?" cerocos Sukma while holding his head plontos.

"You're the one who started" Noor fought.

"Have a son!" sewot Imas's.

"Enough! If the cake gini way, I will not dapet-dapet tuh girl, because you have to take care of both of you who ask for forgiveness. Where in today's times, nyari a virgin child is very difficult," grumbled Sukma.

"Well, where's it hard, Bang? In our village, 'there are many girls, '" said Imas.

"Hooh, but they're all girls who aren't virgins. Don't you mean you,?!" Sarkas Sukmas.

Noor could only shut up.

"What's the price for a virgin, sir?" ask Imas who was starting to be curious about the work done by his father.

"Many, Son. Can ampe half a billion if the girl is still ABG," replied Sukma.

Both eyes of Imas seemed to jump from his place when he heard the money in nominal billion.

"Well, you can't work all these years, ma'am," muttered Imas who could still be heard by his stepmother.

"Oh, don't dream. Are you still a girl? Your bunting people are already so much pregnant kebo," Noor ledek.

"Haish, Nyamber aja lu, firecracker cake!" ketus Imas's.

Sukma could only rub his face violently when the two women again argued.

"As for lu-lu pade, bye! I mo nyari prey first," said the plontos man while going outside.

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After his father left, Imas left. It felt stuffy to be alone in the same room with his stepmother.

Imas never got along with mom. The reason, his father's dark relationship with Noor, revealed when his mother Imas was still alive. In fact, because of their dark relationship until finally mother Imas suffered a stroke. A year of struggle, but God has other plans. The mother died right when her father married Siri to Noor. Because of that, Imas hated Noor.

Hmm, maybe it's good for me to help you make virgin nyari. Who knows if I splashed his money, the inner Imas who was very happy to imagine the money in red, milling in his head.

Arriving home, Imas immediately lay his body on the bed. His memory began to wander to remember who the girls graduated from school in his village. However, Imas' mind felt deadlocked. He was unable to recall any of the names of the teenage boys in the village where he contracted the house.

"Huh, here's what happens if you never slang," grumbled Imas full of regret.

"Excuse me, Tan. Can Niram ask permission to go to the stall for a while? Niram wants to buy kitchen spice first." Permission Niram from behind the door of the room Imas.

Suddenly, a sly grin was on Imas' lips after hearing his nephew's voice. Evil schemes began to lurk in the mind of Imas.

"Ah yeah .. Now I have an idea," muttered Imas smiling widely.

"Go, Ram!" suhut Imas from the room.

Shortly after, there was no sound from behind the door. Imas immediately grabbed the phone on the nightstand. His fingers began to dance on the phone's keypad.

Ting!

A few minutes later, a notification of a WhatsApp message came in on the Imas phone.

Yes already. Tomorrow you take him to my father's house. The sound of the message.

Ish, how did Imas take her, sir?

Imas replied to his father's message.

Ting!

Notification of re-entry messages. Imas swiped the phone screen to read it.

Just tell me there's a friend of yours who needs a cafe waitress. You persuade him, you pinter-pinter, by the way. After the man arrives at the house of the Father, it will be the business of the Father.

Sukma Message

Okay, Sir!

Done replying to his father's message. Imas put the phone back on the nightstand. The shadow of the rupiah approached his life. Makes the smile back fluffy. Imas believes that if the price pegged to his nephew, it must be very tempting.

Hmm, besides being able to pay off the debt to Engkong's boss, I don't need to dizzy anymore thinking about the twins' innate expenses, Imas's mind while rubbing his stomach.

When Imas was busy daydreaming. Suddenly his phone rang quite loudly. Imas took the smart thing back.

Bang Halim's? Hmm, what's Halim calling? inner Imas while shifting the answer button.

"Hello, Bang?"

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma!" hello Halim on the other end of the phone.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," Imas replied in an annoyed tone.

"Take the habit of saying hello, Mas if you get that phone call!" Halim's Advice.

"Yes-yes, sorry. Imas forgot," said Imas. "By the way, what's your phone call?" continued.

"Yesterday there was an answer call from the office that Niram had once interviewed. He said Niram accepted the work as cleaning service there. And Monday tomorrow, Niram can work" said Halim. "Please tell him yes, Dek!" pinta Halim's.

"Really?" ask Imas, surprised. The shadow of the rupiah was shattered into pieces in the mind of Imas.

"Yes, please say yes, Mom. Poor thing, Niram must have been waiting for this happy news," continued Halim.

"Hm." Only the darkness comes out of the mouth of Imas.

"Yes, you hang up the phone first, Dek! Take good care of yourself. Assalamu'alaikum!" halim.

Amas did not greet her husband. Her mind was instantly muddled at the call of work for her husband's niece.

Hmm, you better not let me just tell you, anyway Halim himself is still a long time home from his leadership training, Inner Imas.