It's not my fault, Lovely Reunion
The Wedding

It's not my fault, Beautiful Reunion Part 45

By Sept

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A bucket of water was doused right above the bound man.

"Say now, where do you keep the memory card?"

The man whose hands were tied to the bruised face did not care at all. He even smiled bitterly.

"alright. You can keep your mouth shut until you die" said the man in a sturdy body and dressed all in black. Then he turned around after getting nothing.

For several days he had kept the man at the behest of his boss. And until now, they had not found any copies or original data that the men they were holding. The man was undaunted, despite being held captive and tied up. It turned out that his guts were quite large as well, not at all afraid of being tortured.

***

One night, when the guard had enough arms. The man tried to remove the rope, it was a bit difficult but it finally came off as well as he tried to pick up the glass shards scattered not far from there.

When he was free, his eyes grinned. Then go up the table arranged with chairs. He escaped through the old winds. And quietly without a sound, it disappeared between the bushes.

In the early hours of the morning, when the guards checked, everything immediately panicked. Their bosses could be enraged because their captives ran away. They quickly dispersed, and that night they were all looking, and should be able to.

Honey, until the sun rises from the east, they get nothing. Their captives fled without a trace.

"Dam. Bosses can be very angry," said the leader of the biggest man.

"Give the others, he's definitely not far from here."

Everyone nodded, must not give up, that person must be arrested. His last physical condition seemed weak, surely the man could not escape far from there. It turned out that what they thought was true, because the captive had been hiding behind a bush under a shady and hidden tree.

It takes energy, and there is no more energy. The man fainted, either fainted or even overslept because he was so tired.

***

"What's? YOU FOOLHHH!"

Rio's tearing up, the man looks evil and geeky. And so angry when his prisoner ran away. For some reason, he seemed to be afraid if the man appeared and as a new threat.

"I don't want to know! Find him until he gets it!"

"Good."

Tap tap tap

"Call who? Why so tense?"

Rio shook his head, "It's nothing. Hows it? Is it ready?"

"Already," answered the neat dance with simple maroon color dres and matching color bag.

"OKAY. We're leaving now."

Dance nodded, both of them then left the house and headed for the garage.

"How do you feel, Dance?"

"My feelings? Emm .. yes that is."

Rio threw a smile. "This will be the first and last time for me" Rio said as he grabbed Dance's hand and gently kissed her back.

They're going to fit the bridal suit, and now they're on their way to the boutique. Rio was like a human two faces. In front of Sari, she looks friendly, manly, loving and perfect.

His attitude was very sweet, until finally Dance was broken and they were going to get married. Rio's promise that had never been broken during their months together, made Tari long believe and began to put faith in the male figure again.

Moreover, Rio always invites to keep in touch, but also always appreciates Dance if she does not want to. Therefore, after officially divorcing, she also wants to marry Rio.

The man was the one who accompanied her when she was down, and helped with all her troubles all along. And he needs Rio too, to take Ibel.

Not just a sense of comfort, apparently Dance also has its own intentions. If he gets married and his economy is assured, perhaps Ibel will really fall for him.

As for Rio, whether for whatever reason, as long as Tari wants to live with him, everything will be fine.

***

La - Rora Boutique

Dance started to come out of the dressing room, her body was not so Gemy as it used to be. Due to surgery cut the intestine, cut the stomach, liposuction, and many other sophisticated operations. Clearly Rio was a modalin, because that man was indeed the sultan.

Dance now looks charming, even looks like a girl. From there it is immediately proven, if beautiful it just needs capital. After having a source of investors like Rio, any expensive treatment can be Tari jalanin.

While glazed, Tari reviewed a smile. He looks different. Not the old Dance, which is often mocked in-laws and insinuated. Especially her ex-husband, who often shouts. If God knew, how would he be now? Maybe the man was sorry. Suddenly, Tari begins to develop star syndrome.

"You are beautiful" whispered the man behind, as his hands crept like sweet potatoes.

"I'm getting impatient," Rio started being ignorant. The man suddenly just mereeemmas bampernya Dance.

"RIO!" pekik Tari. However, the man directly pressed his lips and began to act like a vacuum cleaner.