It's Not My fault, Sir!
Chapter 232. Live from Jakarta
Assistant Dwi Saputra began to connect Elfa's phone with a television using bluetooth. A fifty-two-inch television is directly connected live from a nightclub in Jakarta. The time difference makes things smoother as it is currently in Jakarta almost midnight.
The first to appear was Magdalena with two female friends wearing skimpy clothes. Enter while dancing small to the rhythm of music that jolts and laughs happily. Her face was clearly visible with striking and menorous makeup.
Arriving in the club immediately ber-tos ria with a group of men in one table. There were five men who were enjoying a cold alcoholic beverage. There were two women among the five men who looked familiar.
"The woman was the top model who yesterday won the Asian model event" Rena said.
"Rey knows him, who else?" ask Elfa.
"If it's not wrong she's the daughter of an important person in Jakarta, they've been best friends since childhood."
The show continued with five women and five men enjoying an alcoholic drink coupled with ice cubes. More than five bottles were spent together in just under half an hour. While joking, a little makeup and kisses and right and left handcuffs.
The model and the official's daughter joined other visitors dancing on the dance floor. The excitement of the two was accompanied by a shout of vigor. The loud beat of music made the two adult women continue to dance to the rhythm.
Alcoholic drinks on the table are already toilet without waste. Two of Magdalene's friends chatted and joked with five men. Magdalena left her friends when there was a man sitting in a bar stool who continued to look at the woman of Indonesian Italian descent full of admiration.
"Hi" said Magdalene.
"Hi too, will you?" The man held a whiskey glass decorated with slices of orange on the edge of the glass.
"Of course."
"Wait a minute!"
The man sitting in the bar-chair squeezed the orange into the whiskey glass. Magdalene unwittingly added one round-shaped grain like a small white pill that entered and dissolved quickly, "Here go!"
"It's free specifically for beautiful women like you."
"Thank you." In just one sinking the contents in the glass ludes move to the stomach.
Elfa's eyes were opened wide because it was clear that there was one pill that entered the glass, "Is that Brother Julio's men?"
"Possibly yes," Assistant Dwi Saputra replied as well, noticing without blinking.
Magdalene approached the man who gave her a glass of whiskey and gently rubbed his shoulders. Suddenly the man came up from the bar chair and embraced Magdalena, "Wait a minute, I'm going to toliet!"
"Don't you go long!"
"Surely, Beautiful."
Ten minutes passed Magdalene waited, but the awaited never came. The woman eventually rejoined the initial entourage. Only unfortunately approached was the bustling of the official's daughter.
Magdalene hugged like she had just met a lover. Cheek peeking and kissing her lips glimpsed without caring the others glared at her sharply. Like a dipper, the man who began half-drunk retaliated by mocking Madalena like his own lover.
The official's daughter came to the couple who were exchanging selvi with great emotion and anger. Intentionally pulling Magdalene's hand away from her lover, "Don't approach the lover, me!" his yell.
Magdalene did not accept being violently forced, the woman pushed hard until the official's daughter fell. He fell on the floor and did not move.
"Eee it's dead or unconscious!" kris shouted while standing up.
