My Husband is a Beautiful Guy
The Part 28

I glared furiously as the little finger that had just been used to pry the nostril touched my leg.

"Lavino! If ngupil do not paste into my feet, ****!" I cried while pinching the head of the boy sitting under the bed, while I myself sat on the edge of the mattress.

"Lo maen hp mulu anyway, brother." Lavino grumbled with cute thin pursed lips.

I put down the phone I was playing on, then looked at Lavino who was now looking up at me.

"Why?" I asked a little because I was disturbed by his presence.

He seemed to be breathing rough.

"I don't think I'm going to go to school abroad" murmured Lavino.

"Good, dong? No trouble, that's it." His hand hit my foot slowly.

"Lo don't know what it's like to do school abroad!"

"Yes, don't be memorized!"

Lavino got up with a pouting expression, then sat down next to me and suddenly hugged from the side tightly.

"Pangabdi gratisan kayak Lo where understand the feeling of a handsome prince!"

Basic Lavino! Narcissistic disease.

"Son, you love not me?" I looked at Lavino who was now resting her head on my shoulder. Why did he suddenly switch this conversation?

"Honey then. If you don't love me?" although I already know the answer, because Lavino once said that, while in the cafe some time ago. I still want to hear it again.

"I'm not actually, but I'm pretending to be a pity."

What kind of answer is that?

"Joking, Mother attached. I'm very fond of elo, Brother Nad," he said quickly when he saw me just silent with a sour face.

"Pampered tumben" I chanted as Lavino further tightened her hold. Unknowingly my hand moved back to Lavino's embrace.

"Let's not miss."

"Kangens? I keep seeing Lo," his laughter sounded so irritated at my words.

"Sister Nadira Avanya..."

My heart seemed to stop beating as Lavino called out my full name in a soft voice that sounded bitter.

He raised his head, then looked at me with a bitter smile.

"Why don't you know Lavino?"

DEG!

My eyes blinked repeatedly and slowly opened. Look around, the steam is still in the car.

Oh my God, I was just dreaming.

"It just so happens that you wake up, we're at the apartment." Delova jerks my daydream.

We got out along with the car, then stepped into the apartment lobby.

Delova and I were walking in a hurry, and we clearly remembered Lavino's phone call at the cafe.

My little sister, don't let anything happen.

"Lavino?! Nafio?! Where are you guys?!" exclaim Delova between and panic.

Silent.

There's no answer. Delova and I looked all over the apartment looking chaotic.

"Va..."

My body sank and fell down when my eyes caught a splash around the kitchen.

My heart was beating at an unusual speed.

I'm woken.

My mind floated.

My heart was immediately attacked by various feelings.

Stuffy. It was hard for me to just breathe.

"They must be fine, Nad," Delova nodded and grabbed me.

"WHERE ARE THEY?!" hysterical shouting. I cried roaring in Delova's arms.

There was no one here, but there was a thick red liquid that seemed to be splattered on the kitchen floor.

"Hiks.tolongin is me, Va.." I'm still crying a mouthful.

"Yes, Nad. I'll look for Lavino's whereabouts with Nafio. Just relax, honey." Hearing Delova's gentle whisper made my feelings slightly improve.

"Nadira? Delova?" someone called our names from the outside.

With a state of embracing my body, Delova invited me to step forward.

"Thank God you've come home" said aunt Rin relieved, she is a neighbor of our apartment. "So, Auntie was writhing the rame people in your apartment. Aunty was unsuspecting because they looked like moral people, but after that they left while eating a big suitcase. You two don't turn away, do you?"

My heart slipped again when I listened to Aunt Rin's story.

"Auntie can't be suspicious if someone else is in our apartment?!" I lost control.

''Aunts don't want to accuse, Nad. Moreover, his cousin Delova street adek with the same them."

Nafio with the criminals?

"Delova," I could barely make a sound.

I'm not stupid to ignore the fact about the big suitcase and Lavino's disappearance.

Could it...

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Is anyone missing hard?