Sacred In Stain
Backfires

Chapters 161. Backfires

Confusion, that's what Yudhis's face this afternoon has been an hour. Worrying rails that are rarely seen reaching the face of his appearance.

Complicated cases are also complex, never once make it a confusion. However, it was Khalisa's simple desire that made him confused now.

"King, how do you shop for clothes at the market?" yudhis asked the King who was studying the case file.

The king blinked in astonishment and got up from his desk and approached.

"It's normal, sir. Just choose to keep paying. But if you go into the market, the mothers of clothing sellers in it will certainly be excited if you see a handsome guy perlente passing by. Addresses were raided by mothers asking for photos and signatures." The king was amused, imagining the horror of his boss who did not like to be the center of attention in public places, different from in the courtroom.

Yudhis clucked. "Should I wear a mask and a hat?"

"Please. Unfortunately your charisma cannot be hidden behind a mask or a hat. But, you already have a brother who owns a luxury mall and usually also go there to shop. What clothes do you want to buy? Tumben once you want to buy in the market? The market is not as comfortable as your brother's mall," the curious King cerocos.

"Both noon this afternoon we have a pause until before the Asar prayer," said Yudhis who looks to be thinking.

"Yes, I know. What's the matter, sir?"

Yudhis turned to the King who was seriously waiting for an answer from his mouth. "I'll buy negligee, to the New Market."

"Huh, a-pa, buy a negligee. Bu-make what?" The king's shaking, it's starting to feel bad.

Stepping gontai to his desk again, the look on the face of the King was frustrated, never imagined having to buy a negligent pregnant woman when he did not even have a wife. If you cross paths with neighbors who often shop at the market, no matter what the genius and assumptions that will appear in their heads when he buys a negligee for pregnant women.

*****

Breaking news this afternoon made Wulan who was frying the leftover rice this afternoon, drop the spatula she was holding.

Wulan ran towards the cramped living room where the television was being turned on when she heard the name of her eldest son who had been for months out of nowhere called the preacher.

Wulan now lives in cramped, shabby contracts, no luxury goods. Sleep only with a foldable bed. Monthly rent is paid by Dania who is said to work as a clothing endorsement while studying out of town.

Wulan did not know, Dania snored cheap underwear and had dropped out of college because the money from selling her mother's gold was used as a joke, not to pay to campus. Dania now gets money by opening BO services using a pseudonym. Live alone in the apartment as cem-ceman om-om selangk4ngan itchy. Not to take his mother who he thinks is a village.

Raising the volume of television, Wulan listened to the news presented carefully.

Suspect of the brain of the unfortunate woman found at Pangandaran Beach has been caught. Dion Pramadana finally managed to encircled the apparatus in a massage parlor shrouded in prostitution of men on the outskirts of the capital. Suspect sentenced to 20 years in prison.

"No, no. This can't happen. There's no way Dion's a killer. Why is it like this, why is it like this!" he screamed hysterically, ending up collapsing onto the floor unconscious.

Seriate.