The Virgin Widow of the Solehah

Chapter 109

“Aha .. I know how to find the whereabouts of Akram's future mistress!” Roland exclaimed happily when recalling what he had done when Adinda had run away before, and as a personal assistant herself just put a small mini chip vaguely on the girl's suitcase.

Roland was very sure if the existence of a very mini tool would be useful someday which turned out to be now really proven. The man immediately smiled imagining that he would only be able to find out where Adinda is at this time, only Roland wanted to know first, what causes the widow of flowers to go back from her superior's house.

“It looks like I have to go undercover first before telling the boss where Adinda is now, because it could be all this Mr. Akram's own fault that has made the widow beautiful and pulled it away from her, basic boss sucks.” Roland stuffed both palms into his pants pocket, turned around and set foot toward the window in his study, which he had, looking down at the building where she works with a thin smile clearly printed on her sex lips.

“It looks like this will be very interesting because I know very well if Adinda will never leave Miss Caca's house, if the Arogan is not much behavior!” said later.

After being satisfied staring at the tops of solid office buildings that are clearly visible from above, precisely in his work space, he said,  Roland pulled back his chair and began to play his finger on the laptop keyboard with a faint smile on his lips.

“Free Road? What does Adinda do in sina?” Roland rubbed his temple, thinking for a moment what offices were on Jalan Merdeka.

The man finally searched the location point in detail where Adinda's current acreage was. The man's eyes could see clearly if the Mini chip he pinned in the suitcase owned by his superior babysitter, it was seen moving.

“Does he want to go home to Sukabumi? But the road isn't there? Where the hell is that woman?” monologue's worried.

Both of his eyes continued to follow the movement where the widow's go.

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‘What in this way he expects me to refer back to him?’ think Adinda in the heart really feels a dilemma, between contacting the ex-husband or just ignoring all the money Reza sent so far.

‘Actually how much money is halal right for me? If calculated that with the additional period of iddah money is still at odds of tens of millions. Astaghfirullah .. why did Mas Reza do all this?’ his mind as he closed both eyes restrained the turbulent emotions within the soul.

Reno, who has been stealing glances at the woman sitting next to her, was confused by Adinda's behavior after coming out of the ATM of one of the national banks. His mind was filled with all sorts of questions about what made the woman suddenly mope.

Ahem!

Deheman the man just made Adinda open her eyes and immediately turned to the side.

“What happened, Adinda? Why did you change after seeing the contents of your savings? Did Reza lie to you and never forgive you at all this time, I mean before you split?” reno asked in a row because so many questions were stored in his mind at this moment.

“Mas Reza even makes me feel confused. It turns out that he still sends me money until now, or I don't know .. because the savings book is still in the suitcase and I can't possibly ask the bank to print the book now, let me know how much money he sends me each month. What does it mean to try to give money with a nominal that does not comply with our marriage agreement?” Adinda still stared to the side waiting for a comment that might have been thrown from Reno's lips.

“Later you can go to the bank for a while to know the print data of your savings book so that your heart is more relieved and know how much nominal every month Reza sends you money. And if you feel you are not entitled .. you can return it without having to meet the person, because I am sure you are not ready to meet with Mr. Reza, right?” Reza refocused on looking at the streets of the city, his heart feeling sliced. Somehow I don't like it if Reza still gives full attention to his ex-wife.

As they were silent, suddenly there was an incoming call on Reno's phone but the man remained ignorant because he was still focused on paying attention to the road ahead. However, the phone again rang with an unfamiliar contact number, pointing the phone screen at Adinda with a wrinkled forehead.