Sagaras
The Part 74

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Tata who just wanted to play a little game with Sagara left the man in his car after wearing his clothes again. He is happy to have been able to give me enough memories Tata only knows. But there is one that he regretted that he could not kiss with Sagara and to do the unification of the body is certainly not in the plan Tata, too, evidently he did not open Sagara pants at all even though he was curious about the big generals who were struggling.

Fear if he gets braver, the risk is even worse. Not only Sagara will be angry but also Marcel and Bian.

It feels safe, Tata who has come out of Sagara's car back into the Club, he then whispered to one of the waiters there.

"Sir, please tell the same man in a black shirt, if the party mabok in a white car in the parking lot yes," said Tata who after

giving a piece of money to the palm of the waiters' hands.

"Yes, Brother."

With a doubt the working woman at the Club that night approached the man appointed by Tata, namely Marcell who was cool with making out with his new girlfriend.

"Please, excuse me, sorry to interrupt," said Si Waiters a little screamed because if ordinary talk must not be heard.

"Yes, what's wrong?" marcel asked who was half drunk. Smell his mouth because alcohol and cigarettes make anyone avoid it if not unusual.

"Temen, Mas's drunk, now in the white car in the parking lot."

Marcel scrunched his forehead, in this state of course his brain will long think and it is proven with him still silent has not given any answer.

"Mas, the guy's drunk, can you see?" repeat the Waiters that Marcel assented with a ketus.

The annoyance in Marcel's heart made him wake up grumbling, not forgetting he also threatened Si waiters if this was just a joke.

With a slight staggering step, Marcel exited the Club towards the parking lot as he had been told in the news. There was only one white car there and Marcel was sure it belonged to his best friend.

"What time is Sagara?" muttered Marcel in disbelief but tried to get closer so curious.

Now, the young man's steps stopped at the white vehicle whose engine was on. He who is sure it belongs to Sagara also immediately opened the door of the steering wheel

"The saga!" squeak Marcel.

True, the man in the car is Sagara, his friend who for several months seems foreign to him and also Bian and Tata.

"Saga, why are you?" ask Marcel who keeps shaking Sagara's body.

There was no suspicious smell including Alcohol so Marcel was sure if it wasn't for getting drunk like Si Waiters said inside.

"Lo if you're sleepy nginep hotel there, why sleep here, disturb me dating!" nagging Marcel in his semi-conscious state.

But, his name is a friend of course he still helps Sagara, he escorted the man home after successfully moving Sagara to the passenger seat.

"You girl anyway?!" bathin Marcel's.

Not to forget he also continues to scold Sagara who is not yet clear whether sleeping or fainting.

"Eat, Ga! it's been this difficult temen lo but why the end of this you change, girlfriend does not have but you strange, rich avoid. But it's hard for your best friend to step in!"

With the help of the security guard, Marcel took Sagara out of the car.

He had argued when not allowed to enter when usually the house was like his second house so far.

Marcel who was upset immediately went to bring back Sagara's car, he did not care because it was impossible also to go home on foot.

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If you go home battered or injured, of course it is common. But tonight the Young Master came home with a state of conscious tan but all seemed smooth until the butler was confused if asked by his young Miss who must be as surprised.

Three times the bespectacled woman knocked on the door of the room, finally opened it too. Aisyah who is neat as usual is certainly shocked when she saw her husband in the bopong by the front postal security guard.

"What's this about? why my husband?" aisyah asked hysterically but no one answered.

"Why are you quiet, let's answer! why my husband?" yelled Aisyah who was now powerless to hold back her sobbing of sadness and fear.

"Sorry, Miss we don't know, Mr. Marcel didn't know, he just drove Young Master Sagara who was like this in a car in the parking area of the Club," obviously the butler was exactly what Marcel said just now.

Aisyah's cry broke even more as she realized that her fear was now real. Is this the answer to the weight he took the husband away from?

Aisyah who felt chaotic asked everyone to come out of the room, she who felt crowded wanted to take off her veil that was wet with tears.

"You why? don't scare me, let's get up, Saga!"

Aisyah's hysterical talk did not make the man open his eyes. Until the final Aisyah took the initiative to open Sagara's shirt.

With trembling hands and a limp body, Aisyah tried to undress her husband, both of her eyebrows frowned when she realized that the slightly wet clothes smelled something else that was clearly not her husband's perfume that seemed to have now been mixed into one.

"Yes God! what's this smell?" Aisyah kept sniffing to make sure what she smelled was wrong.

"the saga! what are you doing?" yelled Aisyah again whose world collapsed on her head as there were two red marks on her chest and two more on her neck.

"Evil you! I swear by anything I won't forgive you!"

If the smell of other perfumes he can still tolerate but not with what is in the body Sagara. She is not a stupid woman who does not know what it is, because Sagara almost every night makes the same as it on her body. And Aisyah remembers very well when Sagara came out of the bathroom just wearing a towel there was nothing on the chest and neck because the two had a quick fondle, but because Aisyah can not make Sagara always safe, unlike her who never absent from the red marks of the chest and neck.

Aisyah whose feelings are chaotic walking with a step towards the bathroom, no idea what explanation she will hear from Sagara later which clearly feels she will not believe anything else in the man.

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Sir...Ma'am, get Aish....