
Bagas squeezed the phone that was currently in his grasp. The man growled furiously. His jaw hardened with clenched hands.
His anger rises to the top when he witnesses a short video of Sean and Kanaya's wedding reception.
It could be that the bastard's man got married over Sandra's suffering.
Goddamn bum!
Goddamnit!
Bagas repeatedly cursed in the heart.
Bimo snatched the phone in Bagas' hand then put it in his shirt pocket. The man was upset to see Bagas so emotionally after he showed a video of the marriage of young businessman who is now on the rise, Sean Ibrahim.
"You're getting out of here soon. Once you're out, you can go straight to the woman of your dreams."
"After all, isn't this good for you? When you come out later, you can cheer him up and then start chasing him without any obstructions" Bimo continued.
Hearing Bimo's words, Bagas fell silent. The man thought of the words that came out of the mouth of his friend and assistant.
Bimo's right, if Sean remarries, at the very least, he has no competition to get Sandra. A beautiful model that made her unable to sleep well for almost two years.
Moreover, for almost two years Bagas lived behind bars. The man was sentenced to two years in prison for attempted rape. Punishment is much lighter than it should be.
"You keep an eye on him. Do not let him get the slightest problem. You understand, don't you, Bim?"
Bimo nodded in understanding. "You take it easy, your woman is safe with me." Bimo patted the chest with a jumawa.
"For a year now, Anisa has been with him wherever he goes" Bimo continued. Anisa is his wife. She is now trusted by Sandra as her personal assistant.
"Well, whatever the way you're keeping it, obviously, when I get out of here, I want to see it's okay."
Bimo nodded. "Give it all to me. I'll do all my work well."
Bimo got up, the man then left the room after his business with Bagas was done.
***
In a different country, Sandra is currently on the catwalk. The woman walked confidently demonstrating the fashion of the country's famous designers.
It was Sandra's dream that finally came true. After nearly two years of separation from Sean, Sandra has finally proven that she can be successful and can stand on her own feet without the help of the man.
Maybe Sandra's thinking is right. However, what Sandra really never knows, the success she is currently achieving is certainly not far from Sean's interference in it.
Unbeknownst to the woman, Sean keeps a close eye on Sandra's work. Sean does all of that on Kanaya's will who doesn't want Sandra to have any trouble wherever she is.
The incident that befell Sandra until she decided to divorce Sean made Kanaya worry about her best friend and ex-wife.
Sandra sat her ass on the chair. The beautiful model had just finished her work.
Anisa approached Sandra with a glass of Sandra's favorite mango juice.
"Drink! You must be thirsty." Anisa thrusts the glass at Sandra.
"Thank you, Nis." Sandra smiled as she received the glass containing her favorite drink.
"You must be tired. Let me massage your feet for a minute." Without waiting for an answer from Sandra, the woman had already removed the 10-centimeter Stiletto from Sandra's feet.
Sandra smiled, letting Anisa do what she wanted. Sandra knows very well the character of her personal assistant and manager. Anisa could not be denied while doing something for herself.
That woman would do anything for her own good. For Anisa, her health is all that matters.
If she remembered all of Anisa's words, Sandra couldn't help but smile. That beautiful girl was really very considerate.
"After this, you still have some more work to do. So, as your personal assistant, I need to make sure you're ready and healthy to do your job." Almost daily magic words came out of Anisa's mouth.
"You take it easy, I'm fine as long as you're by my side."
Anisa smiled looking at the model. Both of his hands deftly moved massaging Sandra's legs.
I'll make sure you're okay, Sandra, because that's my job.
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