The Widow's Choice

Entraps

The Flashback

A man is seen entering the hotel entrance. He sat down on one of the chairs in the hotel restaurant. He then ordered food.

"Can I ask you a favor?" ask the man to the hotel maid who had recorded her order.

"Yes sir?" answer the waiter.

"Later someone will come and see me here. Please mix this, into his ordered drink," he handed him a small bottle of clear liquid.

"I'm sorry, but what is this, sir?"

"Stranquilizers only. Because that person has a problem with his emotional control. I'll give him bad news, so just in case there's no problem here."

"Sorry sir, we don't dare sir!" replied the waiter, bowing his body slightly.

"This is for you!" The man handed a paper to the servant.

The waiter read the paper. He widened his eyes. A check with a number big enough for him. Ten million rupiah.

"You just need to put a few drops of the bottle into the drink of the man I'm meeting with."

The waiter thought for a moment. "This much is just for pouring medicine? Maybe too!" the inner servant.

"Good Sir. Excuse me!" Said the waiter who left the man.

Shortly after the waiter left, Rahman entered the hotel lobby and headed straight for the hotel restaurant. He began to spread his eyes.

"Mas Rahman!" Said a man sitting in one of the chairs. He waved his hand, Rahman returned a wave of his hand and went straight to him.

"Hi Bar's. How's It going?" Said Rahman after arriving in front of the man, who was none other than Akbar.

"Good Mas." Reply Akbar.

"Have you waited a long time?"

"Yet Mas. Just arrived too. Order first Mas, just chat!"

"May," Rahman immediately called one of the hotel's waiters and ordered food and drinks.

Rahman and Akbar chatted while waiting for their order to arrive. Before long, their orders came. The waiter who delivered the food, blinked one eye at Akbar, as a sign that his request had been carried out.

Rahman and Akbar enjoyed their respective orders. Chat about work, fill out their eating sessions. Akbar did not ask Nurul for Akbar.

When they finished eating, a woman approached them. "Rahman's? Akbar?" greet the woman.

"Hey, Miss Dinda?" Sahut Akbar turned to look at the woman.

"Can join? I had a promise with my friend, but he hasn't come yet." Dinda.

"By Ma'am, sit Ma'am!" answer Akbar. Rahman remained silent, not caring about Dinda's presence. Dinda sat in one of the empty seats.

"Hi Man! How are you?" dinda asked as she looked towards Rahman.

"Good." Rahman answered briefly.

Suddenly Akbar's phone rang. "Sorry, Mom, I got a phone call first."

Akbar immediately moved out of his chair. He was a little away from his desk. He's back soon.

"Sorry, I have to go now. There is a problem that must be addressed" Akbar said after returning to his desk.

"I'll be home, too." Rahman.

"Can you hang out with me for a second, man? Until my friend comes" said Dinda.

"Yes Mas, you can chat first while waiting for your friend Mbak Dinda to come. I go first Mas, Ma'am," Akbar immediately got out of his chair and immediately left them both.

"Your wife is beautiful Man. Good as well as it seems," said Dinda trying to start a conversation.

"Thank you." Rahman still doesn't talk much.

Rahman felt a little dizzy. His head feels a little heavy. Drowsiness suddenly approached him. His sight began to blur.

"Aren't you Papa Man?" dinda asked, holding onto Rahman's shoulder.

"I'm not papa" Rahman replied in a soft voice. He opened both his eyes. Trying to keep his consciousness.

Suddenly Rahman's body collapsed leaning against the table. Dinda immediately grabbed onto Rahman's body to avoid falling to the floor. Dinda took her phone and called someone.

"It's over!" His speech was short and immediately disconnected his phone call.

Three men approached him shortly. Two men then rubbed Rahman's body. They took the unconscious Rahman to a hotel room that had been booked earlier.

The two men then put Rahman's body on the bed. "You guys out!" Say to one other man.

Both men then left the room. "Take off the shirt!" the man's orders to Dinda.

"Help dong! It's good that you don't do anything" said Dinda.

They finally removed all of Rahman's clothes and covered her body with a blanket. "I'm putting the camera on! Get ready quickly!" the man's orders.

Dinda went to the bathroom immediately. Before long he came out wearing a bathrobe and all his clothes he carried in his hands. He threw his clothes in any place. Likewise with Rahman's shirt, he made it seem as if the shirt was thrown unconsciously.

"Udah hurry! Do your part!" pinta the man was preparing to take a picture.

Dinda immediately let go of the bathrobe she was wearing. The smooth white body was now clearly emblazoned. Without a thread sticking to his body. A slender body with long black hair looks so seductive. Busts that are large enough, perfect binding on the front of the body. Make any man who sees, will certainly be tempted and arouse his passion. He then began to climb into the bed and open the blanket that covered Rahman's body.

"Damn! Why is that sexy?" muttered the man who was ready with his camera. "I have an idea!"

Dinda immediately positioned her body with Rahman's body. The man also helps Dinda position Rahman's unconscious body with Dinda, as if Rahman and Dinda are making out.

Czech, chekrek, cekrek.

Some photos were taken by the man from the side. It was as if the photo had been taken by Dinda herself. Photos of Rahman and Dinda like they were making love were also successfully made. The man approached Rahman. He pulled his body into the sofa in the room. Not to forget that it has enabled video recording mode.

"Do you want anything Rahman?" dinda asked as she looked at the man.

"Help help me quickly! I have another idea to make the evidence stronger!"

Dinda also helped the man to get Rahman's body moved to the sofa with his innocent body. They covered Rahman's body with a blanket.

Without making small talk, the man immediately pulled Dinda's waist into his embrace. Mel*ful of her lips with passion. Dinda tried to rebel. Finally the man let go of his kiss.

"You're all right?" asked Dinda with a loud breath.

"We made a video! So that the evidence gets stronger."

"How much do you ask?"

"What if a hundred million one game?"

"I'll give you two hundred million if you can satisfy me!" Reveal the man with busy hands stripping off his own clothes. Throw it out of camera range.

"Are you a womanizer now?"

"You just found out?" the man's hand began to pull back Dinda's slender waist.

Something hard down there stuck right in the intimate part of Dinda. "You've been dying to look like him?" whispered Dinda while playing her finger on the plain chest of the man.

The two men immediately restarted their kiss. Dinda put her hand to the man's neck. While one hand the man very skillfully mem*tinkan bust of Dinda and one down to the intimate part of Dinda.

Slowly they walked towards the bed and started making out. Dinda, who is after the money, is happy to fulfill the man's desire.

They play with passion. The sigh after sigh from Dinda's lips just slid into the room. They did not forget the video they were making, so they carefully hid the man's face from the camera and made it look as if Dinda was forced to do so.

The game reached a climax. The man then dropped his body beside Dinda.

"Great game too!" Said the man in a tired voice.

"You are also great Akbar Mahendra! I can't believe you're a casanova. Did your parents know?" sahut Dinda's.

"Of course not. I played so neatly, that my family didn't know about it at all."

"When did you become like that?"

"Since I lost my love, a few months ago."

"You're still new apparently. But, you're pretty good for a rookie."

"We put Rahman back in bed, before he wakes up!"

The two of them returned to the body of Rahman and laid him on the bed. Akbar picked up his clothes and the bathrobe that Dinda was wearing. He hid in the closet. And Dinda positioned herself sleeping beside Rahman. Hugging Rahman's body warmly.

And right, did not wait long Rahman began to realize. He began to open his eyes and look around what seemed foreign to him. He was surprised to find Dinda beside him hugging him. And their clothes were scattered everywhere. He immediately got up and sat down. Throwing rough Dinda's hand.

"What are you doing, Din?" snapped Rahman.

Dinda pretended to be asleep, as if surprised by Rahman's scream. "Why yell Man?"

"What are you doing here? And why am I here?" Rahman began to panic and was confused. He immediately got out of bed and picked up his clothes.

"You were unconscious at the restaurant. So I asked the waiter to get your body into this room."

"Why don't you take me home?"

"I don't want your wife to misunderstand your condition. I'm afraid he'll think to me."

"Damn! Why can't I remember anything?" Rahman cursed himself while wearing his clothes.

"I don't know why you fainted."

"And you took advantage of my situation?"

"You forced me Man! I've tried to resist, but your strength is too strong, I can't fight you."

"Lied!"

"Why did I lie to you?"

"Basic bitch you!"

Rahman had finished putting his clothes back on. He grabbed his cell phone lying on the table. He immediately went out of the room with a run.

Akbar, knowing that Rahman had left, immediately came out of hiding. He was full of victory.

"Wait for my revenge Man!" akbar lirih.

"What do you have a problem with Rahman?" dinda asked who started to get out of bed and started picking up her clothes.

"You don't need to know!"

Without thinking long, Akbar again grabbed Dinda's innocent body. His desire was again ignited to see Dinda's innocent body.

"What do you want?" dinda asked after Akbar managed to catch her body, took all the clothes in Dinda's hand and threw them away.

"We're playing again! I will definitely pay you!" akbar's hand began to play Dinda's breast. Dinda began to sigh because of Akbar's treatment.

"Well Akbar Mahendra!"

The game full of excitement also happened again. The voices of des*han and er*ngan Akbar and Dinda again filled the room.

Outside the hotel, Rahman begins to panic as the night has greeted her. Time has shown nine o'clock more. When he got to the car, he checked his phone. There were many messages and calls from his wife that went unanswered.

"I'm sorry, baby!" Rahman.

He immediately drove his car home. Forty-five minutes drive he got home. Nurul who could not sleep, heard the sound of Rahman's car entering the gate, immediately ran out of the room. She opened the door for her husband.

Brucks. Nurul immediately slammed into Rahman's arms right at the door. Her tears began to melt. He was very worried about Rahman because there was no news.

"Mas Rahman isn't papa, is he?" ask Nurul.

"No papa dear. Sorry I forgot to tell you!" said Rahman while rubbing Nurul's back.

"Why is there no news? Nurul just wanted to call Rika. Ask Mas Shodiq about Mas Rahman."

"Sorry baby! I'm too cool chatting with old friends, my phone is in silent mode, I don't know if you call me. I'm sorry!" Rahman peaked at Nurul's head.

"Let's go in! You will be sick outside." Take Rahman. Nurul nodded.

They entered the house after locking the door. Rahman's mind drifted away remembering the incident that happened to him earlier. He felt very guilty about Nurul.

"I'm sorry, baby! I hope what Dinda said is not true. And there won't be any trouble ahead because of my carelessness." Rahman murmured in his heart.

"Sorry to worry you" Rahman hugged Nurul's shoulder tightly.

"Yes, I'm not papa. The important thing is that Mas Rahman has come home and is fine," Nurul smiled looking at Rahman's face.

They also went into the room. Rahman immediately cleaned up and then rested with Nurul.

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