WHO'S GONNA IMPREGNATE ME?

Jealous

If I'm jealous, the sign is that I don't want to lose.

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The man in black brimob clothes was sitting on the terrace of the rented house of Nelam. The man glanced at his watch again.

"It's ten, but Nelam hasn't come home yet." Inner Milan.

He walked around in no direction, before long the BMW i8 car stopped in front of his contract. Milan's eyes widened in shock when he saw who had just got out of the car.

Diving with the rich CEO made Milan approach him gallantly. Again his jealous attitude made Milan dark eyes. He stood in front of Aksa watching her from head to toe. Nelam who stood beside Aksa was dead standing. He was afraid Milan would interrogate him.

"Heh, who are you!?" He asked with a large tone of voice looking at her.

"I'm Aksa, Nelam's boss." The mouth does not lose sangar.

"All right, Mr. Bous,... Dive my wife, don't get too close to her." The word Milan again made Aksa glare in disbelief. How surprised he was, and so did Nelam. No, that man is not her husband. Nelam never married.

"Well, divorce Nelam." Aksa's words lightly made the two people even more dumbfounded looking at Aksa in disbelief, how could she decide unilaterally.

Milan aligned himself next to Aksa and leaned against the body of the car glancing to the right speaking right near Aksa's ears and pointing at his head.

"Woy, no brain. Until Anabelle's same chukky courtship, I won't divorce Nelam. You can't be a snatch of people!"

Aksa hugged his pocket, looked at Milan coldly, "Close, but I will cover your wife's life forever. I like it." The answer again made Milan's emotions explode. Feeling dizzy from the attitude of the two of them, Nelam walked into the house ignoring Tom and Jerry in an unclear argument.

"Don't mind your boss, so treat Nelam as you please." Milan still with his chatter while racking his waist.

"Don't turn your back on the police so I'm scared. I'm not going to spend my time talking to you, I'm sorry. Remember, divorce your wife." Say it again while holding the car door knob.

Chequek..

Bruck...

Ngengs...

"Woy! Watch out for you, come back and I shoot you in the head!" Strangling Milan, he walked towards the door of Nelam's house, but stopped when the door had closed perfectly. Milan exhaled slowly walking towards his bike.

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Aksa drove her car hard, she hit the steering wheel with her right hand staring straight but her gaze was sharp.

"How could she have a husband!" The pecker was tight with passionate emotions.

"Dive is mine, but the man. Ah, it makes me dizzy. I don't want to lose her, I want to be with her forever. I'll take it from the cop." Mumbled again.

"Well, how was your date tonight, brother?" Debi's question made Aksa shake her head.

"He already has a husband. A cop waiting for her in front of the house turns out to be her husband." Clearly while walking towards the entrance of his luxurious mansion.

Aksa opened his suit because of the heat that burned his body. He just threw it at Debi, but Debi just threw it into the corner of the room.

Aksa walked quickly to her room. He opened his shirt featuring muscular arms and torn bread on his stomach. Aksa has had an athletic body for a long time.

Debi laid herself on the luxurious sofa of Aksa's room. He held the remote and turned on the television. "You're not thinking about Rania?" tanyakanya.

Aksa put on her shirt quickly and laid her body on the bed, "Don't talk about that****, I just want Nelam." It clearly made Debi exhale slowly.

"You have to wait for him to be a widow first. I also wanted to get close to her, her aura made me like her. Unfortunately, she's married." Obviously Debi made Aksa turn her back, she threw her shirt on Debi's face.

"You know what the cops are gonna do to Nelam tonight?" Asking again made Aksa glare, she looked at her sister seriously making Debi chuckle.

"Not wrong anymore. They shouldn't have done that!" Aksa's reply made Debi even more chuckle.

"You have no right to forbid it stupid!" Sahut Debi makes Aksa restless. He lay down again on his padded bed and slipped into the blanket covering himself.

"Maybe it's been a few times." Sahut again.

"Whisper!" Pekik Aksa's.

"Maybe they have a child!"

"I cut Debi's head off!"

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