The Substitute Body of a Killer

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After Kara who still has a task at the fundraising event left, there lived Andara and Nadhira who were still chatting for a long time.

Andara who became the chairman is actually also busy, but Kara can replace him for a moment.

"Sister, I've been living alone!" Nadhira said suddenly after drinking his drink.

Uhuk uhuk "What? Just be right! Where do you live? How's neighborhood? How's home? Alone only? No one lives with you?" Rows of questions from andara make Nadhira jenga with this brother. With others alone, talk ironically for mercy, but if with him he is chatty for mercy. If only Kara were still with them, would Andara be this chatty? If so, Kara would be very surprised.

"One-one brother! In conclusion I live alone and the environment is safe. And of course you've allowed me, "For too long if Nadhira answers your questions one by one, so it's better to abbreviate and guarantee permission from his mother. If his mother had allowed it, Andara would have no reason to forbid it, except...

"Then I'll stay with you too!" Andara.

It's true! There is only way Andara so that Nadhira does not live alone. Not his what, he as a brother of course worried about his sister, women again, if the male can still be tolerated.

"No! Nah! I want to live alone! I want to be independent! So brother can't come! Take care of mom! I'll be fine!" Nadhira's.

"But..," Andara.

"Nothing but a fireplace! Take it easy, if there's anything I'll call. It's like you don't know how I am" said Nadhira.

Nadhira knows that Andara will insist on refusing his departure, so if not in the opponent there will be endless ways he forbids and whatever it is.

"Hahhh," Andara sighed resignedly and tiredly. She knew that her sister was hard to guess, she was brave, smart. He just lost, he was in ANGKASA university, the elite were only in college because of this sister, so he did not doubt that Nadhira could live well, but still he was worried.

"All right! But you should call me if there's anything, don't you!" Andara's Sweat. He would not want to just be able to resign, want to be banned anyway if it was a decision Nadhira, even his mother would resignedly agree to his wishes.

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"Hahhhh," a sigh of boredom sounded from a girl lying down. He was bored of nothing he could do. A school? He just graduated. The lecture? Not yet signed up, because it is not open. A walk? Lazy out of the house.

"Oh yeah, how about meeting Arlan and taking her for a walk," Nadhira breaks up. Although lazy to come out, but if you are with an adorable boy like Arlan, you will not get bored of him.

Yesterday he didn't meet Arlan because yesterday was the last day he could play with Arlan. According to the agreement he will be able to take Arlan anywhere within one week and he thinks it does not matter if he exceeds one day or can be indefinitely. Ganendra doesn't seem to be a problem either, he's busy.

Nadhira is getting ready to wear clothes that are comfortable to wear to move, because he believes he will move a lot, just like yesterday - yesterday when playing with Arlan he, he said, Arlan must have run a lot and others.

Moments later Nadhira's matic motorcycle came out of his garage.

He wants to take a ride on this two-wheeler with Arlan. He planned fun things he would do with Arlan on a motorcycle.

Not too long ago, Nadhira arrived in front of the high gate. "Sir! Can you open the gate?" Pinta Nadhira slightly shouted in front of the security guard post office.

"Eh uh uh chicken," latah sir security guard. Just call mister Muis. For ten years, he worked as a security guard for Ganendra.

"Aish, this non. You are shocked," said Mr. Muis while stroking his chest.

"Hehehehe, sorry sir! What else is father? Called up to that shock?!" Nadhira asked without guilt.

Indeed Nadhira and mister Muis sudan quite familiar, because of the frequent Nadhira to the ministerion, and because only Nadhira, a miss who had been to the mension.

And on the arrival of Nadhira, Ganendra and Giandra are often in the ministry, if there are workers usually they will take him to the ministry. And if they have to go down, they will go home soon.

"The father was watching the ball again. When the ball goes in, non Ira calls the father so he's surprised!" Obviously Mr. Muis.

"Oh, hehe, sorry sir," said Nadhira just felt guilty.

"Yes no papa," mister Muis again closed the fence after Nadhira entered.

"Then I go inside first" said Nadhira.

"Yes please!"

Nadhira also launched his motorcycle. It takes five minutes at a slow pace to get to the front of the session.

Nadhira had to pass through a fairly large park first and then he arrived.

"Welcome Miss Ira!" Said the butler. Just call Bi Rumi. 45-year-old middle-aged woman, the longest working person in the Ganendra Missions.

Why did he welcome Nadhira? How did he know he was coming? The answer is every Nadhira comes mak Muis must contact bi Rumi about his arrival.

Nadhira asked, their answer was because Ganendra ordered. Not wanting to take a headache, he also used to over-treatment from Ganendra. Maybe he was grateful because he always accompanied Arlan when he worked so that Arlan was not lonely. Nadhira is insensitive!?

Aunty, did I tell you not to call with frills non, call Ira aja why the hell?" Upset Nadhira.

In addition to Mr. Muis, Nadhira is also familiar with almost all the servants in this ministry. According to them, Nadhira was the light in the Mansion, which initially felt dead, now felt alive.

Their master was rarely in the ministry, if any, most were in his study and Mr. Giandra was in his room. Only young master Arlan brought this mension atmosphere to life a little and Nadhira's arrival brought an aura of happiness to all of them.

Although Nadhira seems cold, but actually he is a warm person for people who are good to him. It can be said that a good person to him he will do a hundred times good to the person and vice versa, if someone does evil to him or does what he does not like then, then, bad luck for those looking for trouble with Nadhira.

"Yes yes, it is a habit, it is difficult to change it," said bi Rumi.

"yeah! Where's arlan?" Ask Nadhira.

"There's inside! Play the same Mr. Ganendra," replied bi Rumi.

"Ah shit! It will be difficult to take Arlan out on a motorcycle," muttered Nadhira.

"Yes? Is there anything non said?" Bi Rumi did not hear clearly, just like the buzzing of bees.

"No! There ain't! We go in yuk," Nadhira asked, there's no way he'd say what he muttered. Either bi Rumi would be angry or not if he knew he was cursing the master he served from childhood.

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