Widow Pellets Teaser

Ep 117s

...Do not mention Karma. Indeed, everyone's hand line has been planned from the beginning, not himself willed....

..._Eouny Jeje_'s chat...

...How can I not call you the king of my heart? Even I'm crazy to buy a king's seat for you....

..._Santi_'s chat...

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Santi hesitantly stepped into his house. His body trembled and his legs withered instantly on the porch. How did he get home? At that time, every face had been real plastered on every print and online media. News of infidelity with a big stomach beats the news of the affair of the celebrities.

Santi wiped her tears. Wanting to die, it felt disinclined. Want to live, it feels so shameful. He patted his chest. Her chest is so tight. He deeply regretted nodding in agreement to meet with the sender of a foreign number in a hotel that he never knew the origin of the booker. At first, he thought he was going to meet Bintan. But, who would have thought if the man who came into his room, were two drunk men who were affected by the aprodisiac powder.

That night. All his clothes were thrown and randomly thrown to the floor. At first he refused, trying to get out of every hand trap that would rape him. However, every stream in his blood rebelled hot and tempestuous. I don't know, by what? He just felt every bit of blood in his veins, pushing himself to make love more. He fell down instantly as the fortress refused his naps.

Jem! Jem! The two men she did not know as married figures passed by and enjoyed the process all night in turn. Until dawn.

Brakk! Suddenly the door opened wide. He finds several men entering along with two women who look furious and antagonistic.

Santi who looked tired and sweaty, raised his gaze. Shame later.

"Mas, what are you doing?" The woman pushed down her husband's body. Get Santi up to sit down, and Plakkk! The slap was spicy touching Santi's cheek.

"You're pregnant, and you're fucking my husband!"

Plain body exposed. Embarrassed. The red hot face. Santi immediately pulled the blanket. Closing his whole body. As if to close his disgrace.

Santi bit his lips. He awoke from every memory that came back to him. He lifted his body to stand back up. Hopefully, the husband will forgive him. But that sounds very impossible. Sadewa had no intention of even picking her up. Just have a lawyer come to settle with money in compensation, and guarantee himself will not act immoral again.

Santi crawled up and was finally able to stand on both feet and he walked while stroking his stomach.

"If Mas Sadewa doesn't love me. At least, he loves you as his son, the successor of Sadewa," Santi whispered to the small figure inside his stomach.

Cret! The main door opens. Santi nanar stared at everything. Luxury elegant. Each piece is unique and has a limited edition. In the past, he chose it very carefully, always giving priority to the taste of Sadewa who likes antique aesthetics, looks ancient, rare, and luxurious.

Santi shed his tears. He touched the edge of an antique chair he had bought at an auction in China. He threw a billion dollars. Just to get the seat of the King of the Ming Dynasty.

How can I not call you the king of my heart? Even I'm crazy to buy a King's chair for you, Mas.

Santi immediately wiped his tears. Instead of walking he sat down fingering and squatting against every prehistoric urn he bought from a Borneo merchant. At that time, he even had to be willing to spend the night and fly to a famous primitip hamlet, just to bring each urn home with him.

At that time, Santi deliberately chose an urn with a motif of a woman who fell leaning on a dashing young man. Motive is the rarest. Priceless. However, Santi had to go through every ritual. He walked on the coals of fire. Each of his feet blistered hot, only to get a rare urn patterned on two human lovebirds.

You like every antique. I also present the expensive urn I paid with — pain with all my heart that loves you so much. You said you liked all the aesthetics of the past. Because, the past is not capable of foxing. So, the mass is the milestone of a storm of tears, a storm of blood, which is very interesting in your eyes. How you must fight your way out, without being as bad as your enemy.

Santi grimacing. He immediately hit his chest. If he is able to remember well, every loyalty and love of yore, in his body and blood there is a trait that is commendable and capable of pride. Then, what about the betrayal he had committed just now. Removing everything good in his blood.

Prankk! A cane was seen swinging through the air and smashing each urn.

The plot! The stick fell to the floor.

"What did you do today? It has destroyed every aesthetic of the past. Where's your old loyalty?"

Santi was embarrassed. Her face is red hot. Her tears fell in her hands.

Sadewa sat crouching, clutching the chin and seeing how the tears fell as rain touched the back of her hand.

"Did you pretend to be loyal? You're a rabbit-skinned crocodile."

Santi shook his head.

"Every good will be erased for one crime. How can I trust you?"

Santi held his breath. It seemed to be a stone hiding in the chest. It feels so crowded.

"Now, I doubt whose child is in your stomach."

The deg! Santi lifted his head, and his pair of eyes seemed to be begging, and his lips clenched, slowly letting out a voice, "Don't mention his mother's sin to his son."

Sadewa smiled with a murderous gaze, "I do not associate your sin with the fetus in your stomach. Only, there's one question that baffles my heart."

Sadewa raised his two eyebrows, and arrogantly asked, "What is the name of the man who fathered this developing fetus?"

Frisson. For the first time Santi lost every word to answer. Sadewa's look will not be easily deceived, or brainwashed.

"What's his name?"

Santi gulped his stuffing, and his body fell to Sadewa's knees. He kissed each knee with tears, and the face was set upon the knee of the god-like man.

"Pardon me as I forgive you," said Santi begging not to dare to raise his face.

"Never look-ling-kuh bring Aprilia, that ugly babu, into ru-mah i-ni."

Sadeva was blown away, and said, "Now you want to call my sin 1:1 with yourself."

Sadewa pulled out her knees and let Santi's face sink on the cold tile, which seemed willing to hold her tears.

"You know what your fault is?"

Santi did not dare to raise his face. In fact, he had no answer to that question.

"If I don't open up your lies. Didn't you hold me responsible for a trap you enjoy with other men. You spit in my face."

Sadewa held her breath and tightness invaded her chest cavity.

"While I brought Aprilia, it wasn't with your permission before the wedding. You always said you'd let me take honey if you couldn't give me a child" Sadewa hit every sentence of Santi.

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...Santi miris's? can anyone request the story of Santi's fate, end with death or be left trapped in the basement, until Aprilia and Sadewa repentance?...