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"Sir!"

"Hmm?"

"It's ten o'clock."

"Continue?"

"Are we going home, sir? The old mother will not come."

Rama clucked, sitting restlessly in the hotel room while gulping down whisky in hand.

"I said wait, Drill. Don't you hear what I said daritadi?!" upset the athletic man put his glass on the table, rough.

"Just believe me, he will come. Except if the elo is not really tempting the old mother was yesterday!" rama pressed the word seducer.

Bora was heard exhaling a long breath from the earphones that both wear. Their mission tonight is to get something they need from Wati, Mulan's stepmother.

The woman was not yet seen until the clock has shown it is expected to be almost half ten nights.

The boss and his assistant were both restless and agitated as Wati did not arrive until the rest of their men informed him of the arrival of a black BMW in the hotel's basement parking area.

"She's the old mother, the boss," said one of Rama's men who stood guard on the first floor of the hotel.

Bora suddenly moved from her seat, preparing with a nervous heart as soon as she heard it. All her life, this was the first time she had done something she thought was so unreasonable and was only asked to do by her superior son.

Until now, he did not know why he would want to do things outside of his humanity as a young adult woman lover, and not old mothers like his grandmother.

"Drill! Lo denger, what did Darco say? Are you ready yet Lo?"

"Udah, Sir. Udah from earlier instead," said Bora not spirit.

"Inget, yeah .. Don't make her suspicious. You have to act if you really like the same old mother. I'll get you what I asked of him!"

"Yes, yes, sir. Doain just let me be strong and do not throw up while holding or kiss old mother."

Rama laughed stifledly, clearing his throat so as not to upset his assistant. Only Bora could he rely on at the moment, their plan should go smoothly at least until what he was looking for from Wati they managed to get.

"Yaudah, I doain abis this Lo can be a mate so as not to shadow the wrinkled skin of the old mother well, Bor...."

Bora snorted, opening two buttons on her shirt before Wati exited the elevator that was rising to the floor of the room that Rama had rented.

Darco had told him that the woman had gotten into the elevator and was on her way. Bora is increasingly agitated to find a way to sit on the sofa that seems cold and charismatic.

"He's at the door, Drill." Rama spoke when he saw his mother-in-law from the hotel cctv they had hacked.

The man was in the other room right next to the room where his assistant was.

Bora hurriedly went to open the room door with a hand that did not forget to wipe his hair, to give the impression of a messy but handsome.

"Hi." he said, welcoming the woman who had a scarf covering her face.

Wati entered without replying to Bora's greeting, not wanting anyone to see her coming there.

From the tip of the earphones that Bora was wearing, Rama still had time to encourage his assistant before he closed the door quietly.

Wati stood her back to Bora, squeezing the scarf she was wearing with her thumping chest uncharacteristically. Bora felt it was the right time to approach the woman before their plans would get any longer to begin. His burly hand slowly embraced Wati's small waist, clutching the woman from behind.

"Thank you for meeting me here Lady..," whispered Bora began her acting.

Wati exhaled a long breath of closed eyes enjoying Bora's burly handkerchief on her stomach.

The man fumbles into the niche of Wati's neck, starting to give her sensitive touches. Wati felt this was something new, the woman was still hesitant to start a struggle with the foreign man she had just met two days ago.

Wati let go of Bora's hand, came forward and turned to look at the very handsome and young man in front of her.

"Why?" bora asked pretending to be unwilling.

Bora smiled faintly feeling her first plan was going successfully.

"You want some wine? I only have that," he said approaching Wati again.

"May .. I just need to calm myself first."

"No need to be nervous Lady, we're here for fun. You'll be so happy when you get home from here." Bora opened Wati's long coat before she pulled him sitting on her lap.

"A-what are you—"

"Stt...." Bora's hands covered Wati's lips, doing the same thing while they were in the restaurant's toilet.

"You need a drink, right? This position will make you more relaxed." Bora smiled, taking the glass of wine she had prepared earlier on the table to her right side.

"Here, drink this so you can relax and enjoy our hot nights soon." Wati receives a glass containing a red intoxicating drink from Bora's hand.

The two had a toast before Wati sipped his drink until the toilet. He really needs alcohol. This drink will make him more confident and courageous, he thought.

Rama smiles satisfied to hear the conversation of the two from the earphones that Bora still wears in her ear. Soon the medicine they mixed into the drink that Wati drank will be in action.

This kind of opportunity would have used them to extract information from the woman who had inflicted a lot of injuries on his wife since childhood.

"How, have you calmed down more Lady?" bora asked rubbing Wati's thigh.

The woman who only wears the canal limited to her thighs deliberately dressed sexy and attractive as requested by Bora yesterday. Wati until had time to go to the salon to satisfy the man who said he wanted it.

"Yes, thank you. I do need alcohol and young man at this time," said Wati began to feel his heart more calm.

Bora laughed, still rubbing the woman's thigh. "Well, what style do you like?"

"Style?"

"Yes .. You want beautiful things in bed, don't you? I can give it to you."

Wati smiled, blushing shyly at Bora's outspoken speech. He feels young again with a spark of passionate desire.

Wati began to dare to wipe the chest of Bora which looks the field of two buttons of his shirt that is open, approaching and whispering sensuall in Bora's ear.

"I just want you to play on me until morning!" he said lustfully.

It seemed like the medicine they were mixing was starting to react, Wati was sitting unsettled on Bora with her hands starting to creep around.

Bora snorted, held Wati's hand and began to count inwardly. One, two, three....

Wati fainted in his chest.

"Goth...!" Rama squealed happily from behind the earphones that Bora was wearing.

"I'm done, sir. Next is the business of the Father!" Bora got up, threw Wati's body into the bed violently and rushed into the bathroom to soak the seven flowers.

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