WHEN CASANOVA FELL IN LOVE
Chapter 59
The two men still faithfully followed Mora and waited in front of a public toilet.
Moments in the toilet Mora came out and was immediately stamped by two men.
"Fainting, but she's pregnant how's dong?" Ask one of them, for a moment they look at each other.
"Hey, where are you taking my wife!" hardik Alif makes them rush to ride Mora then run a little and put in their car.
Alif was about to stop the action of two men with strong stature but remembered Farid in his car lived alone.
The tall, white man chased after the car carrying Mora, still visible from a distance, Alif sped up his car but someone crossed the street and the white man lost track of Mora.
Alif grumbled and then hit the steering wheel several times for failing to keep Mora, the same incident happened when his wife had to die at the hands of his enemy, Alif believes that the one who kidnapped Mora is his enemy who relies on his men.
The tall man felt guilty, he condemned his current stupidity. His gaze turned to Farid who called out and kept asking for Mama's whereabouts.
"dither. We're looking for Mama, hopefully Mama's all right" explained Alif to the toddler who did not understand anything.
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In the car carrying Mora, the two men were confused how to resuscitate Mora who still had not regained awareness of the drug effects of their handkerchief earlier.
"Well, is the boss going to be angry?" Again they were afraid that Mora would not realize when he arrived at his boss' inn later.
"Oh, thank you, anyway, pregnant women have been in front of him later," explained his friend while focusing on driving.
Mora's mouth was sealed with isolation to avoid Mora from screaming. One of the well-built men sitting beside Mora splashed mineral water on the pregnant woman's face, causing Mora to blink several times and scream.
"Udah, Ma'am. Don't have to scream. We sell bad guys" he said, noting Mora's continued shaking her head.
"Yes, Ma'am. We're just a man to get us to take him to our boss's place" explained the man who was driving the car.
Mora continued to drop clear circles make them pity to look at Mora because they do have heart eyes. Mora groaned as if he wanted them to release the insulation stuck in his mouth.
"We let go of the isolation but Mbak don't scream" said the man sitting next to Mora, nodding slowly, the pashmina he was wearing right now went nowhere making his hair partially cover his face.
"Where are you taking me?" mora asked softly still with the rest of her crying.
"You want us to take him to the boss' house. A little more his house looks, Mama do not cry cataclysmic fetus Mbak bladder," explained the man who sat next to Mora, his hands brushed the hair that covered the beautiful face Mora.
"Where is my hijab?" mora asked as she wiped her tears with her shoulder as her hands were still tied back.
"What did he say, Bre?" The well-built man beside Mora asked his driving companion. The name bre is because his friend is a fine curly-haired.
"You know what you threw out of his body?" ask his friend innocently.
"Where's my head covered, Mas?!" mora's strangulation made the two of them close their ears for a while.
"I threw it away, Ma'am. Then the head covering stuck to my neck, almost innalilahi earlier me," said the man sitting next to Mora.
The pregnant woman clucked in annoyance but could not do anything, resigned at this time what she would do.
Before long the car arrived at a small house but slightly entered into an alley that was not so narrow, not a real house but a temporary stopover place for the man they called the boss.
"Your bosses are poor. Sok nabbed people again," Mora said slowly but they could hear him.
"Ga poor, Ma'am. This house is only the place of execution of the victim," they replied simultaneously making Mora swallow his saliva, afraid because there is currently a small junior who must be guarded, if he himself then he is not afraid at all.
The two sturdy men helped Mora out and walked side by side to the small house but made of solid concrete and soundproof because their boss loved music.
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In a different place Juna is resting after completing the administration with a very stingy boarding owner also a lot of rules, juna laid her body on a small, worn-out mattress and reached into her pocket and took her dress.
On the front screen was a picture of Mora smiling. The athletic man opened the gallery and slowly shifted his flat object which showed the beautiful face of Mora who was smiling sweetly.
He rubbed the flat object and then kissed it slowly.
"Give me back my wife, O Allah," she said, and kept her salary. Closing his eyes for a moment hoping to meet with his heresy even if only for a moment.
Not until he fell asleep one call entered his cave, the name Syaki plastered clearly there.
"What's Syaki doing?" juna asked while shifting slightly justifying his sleeping position after raising the call and sticking the device in his ear.
"Nyokap same bokap you call me, askin your whereabouts same me. I replied that the cave never had a relationship with you and lost your contact. Very sadistic yes I ..." selorohnya for a moment he chuckled across there but Juna just silently fixated.
"I'm sorry if I'm wrong, bro," Syaki continued.
"Liet down. I just wanted to calm down and stay away from people who never appreciated me" said Juna softly, while chuckling. There was a wounded heart that he tried to cover.
"Where is lu?" Syaki asks Juna seriously and hopes his friend still wants to find the whereabouts of his wife like Syaki is currently looking for Mora even though Mora is not who she is.
"I'm in Lampung" said the athletic man. He knew that if Syaki asked about his whereabouts then the man with the title of best friend was worried about him and Mora at this time.
"Ooh. Yes, hopefully Mora soon met you," said Syaki flat.
"Yes." Yeah." Afterwards Juna turned off the unilateral call without greeting.
He deliberately did not change his mobile number so that Mora can contact himself to the same number even though Mora has been able to stay silent for a week regardless of the halal lover who always thinks about him at this time.
Juna put down his gawai then closed his eyes again, too tired on the way last night especially during the trip he was unable to close his eyes because the cold air AC damaged in the bus seemed to be bone-chilling.
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Elsewhere Mora was staring at a strange figure in front of her that she had never known at all.
"What's my fault with you until you endanger this fetus in my womb with dope huh?" mora asked with a trembling voice.
The man wearing the head covering looked at Mora fixedly and then multiplied his gaze on his men who immediately lowered their head.
"I'm not rude of you, I told you not to do anything that harms the fetus" the hardened man who sat in his proud seat.
"Sorry, boss. This man who was with Miss was trying to catch up and derail our actions, "the dust was a little defensive, even though they had drugged Mora before Alif's arrival.
The tall man wearing the head covering did not win but the words of his men, he turned to look at Mora.
Stand up from his seat and approach the pregnant woman who is dropping a clear circle in front of him.
He rubbed Mora's head and raised her chin until Mora looked up at the man who was not a mahram for her at the moment.
"Take me off" said Mora.
"will not. I won't touch you, won't stain you. I will treat you like a queen here as long as you stay with me and follow my words" she explained.
"Good." Mora lied for this time, he never wanted to stay here especially no marriage ties at all, unlike Alif, who is not here, he was working for the man and there was another woman in the house he was in yesterday.
While here the atmosphere was so scary, there were a lot of traces of blood and unpleasant smells and she was the only woman.
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Lying for the good is okay, for the sake of his safety and his fetus at this time, when the tall man is negligent then there his chance to escape.
