Trapped by the Love of the Enemy
Chapter 9. First Experiment
Chapter 9 TCSM
An hour later.
"Andara!"
"Okay, sir."
An hour later.
"Aafrica!"
"Okay, Young Master!" andara Sahut.
"Oh my God, I want to kill him as soon as possible. Quickly let me be in your body" Sandara asked.
As usual, she refused it. The girl could never rest in peace. Her body was too tired to accept Sandara. Sandara did not give up. He had to stay in that big house.
"Patience, yes, Dara" said Aunt Mina.
"Sure, Bi. I've always been patient with this young master." Andara smiled happily until rubbing her chest many times.
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That night, Sandara begins to devise a plan to kill Sahid. There was no confidence in him yet regarding the most fitting plan to finish off the man.
In the room with the five black cats, he was still thinking about how the next plan to get the man killed. The girl stared at the 40-inch LED screen hanging in the room.
“Space for cats only use TV, indeed they understand what is listed on the screen,” complained Sandara.
"Meow Meow."
The voices of the black-haired creatures were heard. Sometimes they squirm at the girl's feet.
"Basic cat! You should be grateful to have a room this good, to eat expensive food, and to have a maid like me. How very lucky you are," muttered Sandara grumbling with annoyance.
"Haha. You're so funny. Do you want to get into my body to do this?" andara Goda.
"Hmmm, great idea. Yes it's here!" Sandara did not waste the opportunity to take over Andara.
The girl ended up half-heartedly scooping out the filth of the cats in the sandbox. He then put the disgusting thing in a plastic bag. The activities he really hated.
Suddenly, an LED screen shot displaying the latest news was plastered there. The news anchor tells of the murder of a husband who was given cyanide poison in coffee. It makes Sandara have an idea to kill Sahid.
Although he knew when Mr. Gangster's death occurred, then he would not be able to be separated from the members of the gangster The Black Cat. But the girl doesn't care. He will soon be far away when death comes to pick up Sahid. A smile of satisfaction that was too early, slanted on the little lips of the girl. His resolve is round. He will prepare a porridge of broccoli and chicken that will be tasted by the man for the last time.
After the activity with the cats was completed, Sandara permission to go outside the house on the grounds of going to the minimarket. An hour later, the girl returned with the cyanide poison she had bought at the chemical store before returning home.
Sandara then heads to the kitchen and cooks chicken broccoli porridge for Sahid.
“It's a custom, Bi. I want to sing again,”.
“Today is a holiday, do you not want permission to go outside for a walk?”
“So have permission to go outside for a while. Now I'm home. I'm also making porridge Mr. Sahid,” replied Sandara.
“What did Mr Sahid ask for?”
“No, sih.”
“Cie .. tumben, lest there be shrimp behind bakwan, nih.”
“Apaan, anyway? Bi Mina is not clear! Precisely I want to be okay he let not be nagged, instead of even like him. Idih amit-amit, deh.”
“Hahaha, don't ge-er, Neng. I'm just saying there's a shrimp behind the bakwan, it's bakwannya.”
The woman grabbed the shrimp bakwan on the table and smiled at Sandara.
“Apaan, anyway? It's not clear Bi Mina.”
An hour later, Sandara finished making Mr. Sahid's favorite porridge. Do not forget he mix a spoon of cyanide liquid into the bowl of porridge. Then later, he made the porridge look prettier before he took it to Mr. Gangster's room in the house.
Sahid was stroking one of her black cats, Bubu, in her room when Sandara knocked on the door.
“Log in!”
“Halo, Sir! Good afternoon, want some chicken broccoli porridge?” ask Sandara.
“Absolutely I asked?"
“No, anyway. Ummm .. But you haven't had breakfast yet, and I want to do this again. Maybe you want to?” ask Sandara while showing the sweetest smile she has.
The porridge's scent actually smelled all the way to the handsome man's sense of smell, but the man wearing blue pajamas with a white vertical stripe motif only lowered his face flat and cold.
“Alright, I put it on this table only.”
Sandara placed the bowl on a table in front of the white sofa in the room. Without Sahid's consent, he did so anyway. Then, the girl went outside the room and closed the door.
Sahid got up to the bathroom, he had a glance at the porridge on the table before entering the bathroom. The man approached the bowl of porridge. He breathed in an appetizing aroma. A faint smile fell on the corner of his lips.
“That girl, is there anything she wants from me to bribe me with this porridge?” mummified Sahid.
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...To be continued ...