WHO ARE YOU

Bloods

"It looks like these two guys, traitors behind us". Down said, managed to catch 2 perpetrators. Where the foreman of the gold mining joint owned by J. J. Abrams and Down.

"I've suspected fraud, secretly hiding gold somewhere for myself. I've told mr. Town to visit the gold mines often and check everything. My gold mines, were fine from long ago until now. Even I often intervened in the field, to strengthen the relationship with the workers there". JJ Abrams, sit back in the chair.

down's face, turned sour at J. J. Abrams' words. It is true, if he rarely visited the gold mine. Sometimes ordered his private secretary, or his men went to just look there.

"You should not be too busy with the mundane, Mr. Dow. It is not you who are at a disadvantage, but all of us who have planted shares. However, income is not as desired". Said one of Down's business associates.

"We're still working with you, because Mr. J. Abrams. If Mr. J. Abrams, there's no more. Sorry, you broke up the partnership". The other law.

"Mr.Down don't trust someone too much. Fear there is regret in the future, someone who succeeded many people who intend to drop it". J. J. Abrams said, hoping Down would pay attention to his work.

"Sorry, next time I'll be firm and careful. The problem is, it's never gonna happen again. You shoot this traitor to death, you dare to play me". Down, staring intently at the two traitors.

"Yahmmmpptt.... Mmmpptt..!". Two perpetrators could not speak because their mouths were silent, begging to be forgiven.

Bughh...

Bugh...

Bughh...

Down, some kicked those two traitors, long enough interrogation fearing there's someone behind it all. In fact they admitted, no one and of their own will betrayed Down.

Down, so angry at both of them. Not just shy in front of business partners, but tarnish his trust. Luckily there is still JJ Abrams, so other business partners still believe.

Dor's!

Dor's!

Dor's!

Several shots were lodged in the body of the traitor, until his life was lost. No apologies, no chance for traitors. Down, someone's assertive and doesn't mess with someone's life.

"Luckdick... Ueekk... Ltysk..!". J. J. Abrams, nausea smelling the smell of blood soaking on the floor.

Jecky, hurry up to handle the big boss. "Sir, it looks like we're friday again". Mumbled slowly.

Down, the others were confused to see J. J. Abrams nausea to vomiting.

"Remove the body,iiihh...The smell of blood is rancid, ueeekk.... Uueekk...!". JJ Abrams, get out of the room. Sitting limp on the floor, sweat soaked his face.

Jecky, get some water for the boss. "Sir, we better go home". His scales, directly on the side of JJ Abrams.

"Wait on! Why are you nausea and vomiting JJ Abrams?". Down, prevent the departure of J. J. Abrams.

"Looks boss, not feeling well Mr. Look, his body lemes and anget his head". Jecky replied, leading his boss out of the Down residence.

Down, still silent in place. Since when was JJ Abrams, that weak? He couldn't smell blood, he said. Strange, it was not worse to finish off his enemy until blood spurted all over his body.Batinya, wondering if there was someone who was hidden J. J. Abrams.

Camelia,panic sees her husband's condition is weak. Hearing Jecky's words, vomiting smelled blood at Down's residence.

"Why could JJ Abrams smell blood? What are you doing, huh? JJ Abrams, I'm pregnant. You don't do anything, anything else to kill someone". Camelia, looking at her husband's men.

Jecky, lower his head. "Actually, at Mr. Down's residence arrested the traitor miss. Go on, Mr. Down shot them. That's where you smell blood, vomit and lemes like this. I'm sorry, I have to be honest with the boss because miss is pregnant".

"Oh, so if I'm not pregnant I often lie". Camelia, smiling sweetly and her hands began to teach her husband a lesson.

"Ouch...Oh, baby, I'm not lying anymore. Forgive me, so much as you like your husband. Isn't it okay with my condition, sweetie? I'm tormented once, when it's over". JJ Abrams, lean on his wife.

Camelia, spin her lazy ball. "Prophey dear, the possibility until the next birth". He was so happy to see his husband tortured.

"Tydaaaaakkk.... My smell is sensitive to anything, dear. If you are not nauseous, then vomit. I was embarrassed when I attended a meeting or a middle party. Some people use a pungent perfume in addition to their clothes, exactly rich in the smell of animal carcasses. Iiii... I became the center of attention of the people around me, uncomfortable with the others. It must be offended to hear my nausea, when they're eating food or something". J. J. Abrams is complaining about his condition.

Since Camelia's pregnancy, J. J. Abrams has been reluctant to attend meetings or parties.When vomiting must be her body squeezed, her head dizzy, then sleepy.

"Darling, I want to eat grilled chicken. But, Morgan's cooking". The whining of J. J. Abrams, put on his sad face.

Camelia, patting her forehead again troubled Morgan. Now Morgan, became expert chef J. J. Abrams. While Ardan, became an expert in making JJ Abrams snacks. Usually J. J. Abrams, ask Ardan to make a pudding or some kind of cake.

Ardan and Morgan, looking for easy target J. J. Abrams. Inevitably, it must obey his orders.

Sometimes Ardan, grumbling himself. When he was in business, J. J. Abrams suddenly asked him to go home and make Pudding. His wives defended Camelia, not hesitating to threaten her husband.

Jecky, contact Morgan immediately at J. J. Abrams' residence for cooking.

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Morgan, rubbed his face violently. Since Camelia's pregnancy, she has been dealing more often with kitchen spices.

"The recipe is dong, I'm so hungry because of that". J. J. Abrams said, sitting on a chair with a pale face.

"Prophe dong, this is again burning the chicken. Not to mention, lalapan same sambel extra spicy. It's strange, if you feel like a woman's pregnancy. Mr. JJ Abrams, spicy but not resistant to spicy will go back and forth to the toilet". Morgan said, fighting with the vegetables in his hands.

"True too, yeah. I used to not be able to even lombok in instant noodles, now doyan spicy-spicy. Fortunately I like spicy, do not fear Camelia why-why with her pregnancy". JJ Abrams, frowned while thinking of something.

"Miss Camelia, without feeling any pregnancy symptoms. But, you're actually troubling others". Morgan grumbled, glancing at J. J. Abrams.

"Good, at least he's free to eat anything without being tormented like me. May you get married, then morning sickness like me. Hmmmm...How nice it is to go through the days, and the sense of smell is very sensitive to anything. Morgan, better find a good woman and get married". J. J. Abrams, advising his womanizer friend.

"Hmmm...I became Casanova. There's good luck meeting your wife, sir. He's capable of changing this behavior, so dear miss". Morgan said, directly in sharp eyes by J. J. Abrams.

"E'dmm...Take care of your mouth Morgan, waste your mind loving my wife. Only I can love him, don't you!". Shouted J. J. Abrams, shaking his waist.

Yes-yes, the Camelia Mona is just yours.Batin Morgan. Not daring to say anything, it was soon possible to finish his cooking.