500 Million Men
Chapters 105. Foreign Men

Fahri is in the meeting room. His body was there, but his mind was fixed on Arumi. He is still worried about Arumi's condition. Usually Fahri entrusts Arumi to her in-laws. However, when he got the news that his in-laws were gone for a while, making Fahri a little worried. Inside his head at this time was to do the task as soon as possible, after which he went home and hugged his wife.

After twenty minutes passed, making sure that no one else wanted to be questioned or discussed, Fahri immediately ended the meeting.

The man along with his new secretary, whom he deliberately chose was a man. Because it's really uncomfortable for Fahri if he gets a secretary for a woman.

"This morning, is there an important agenda that I need to work on?" fahri asked his secretary. The two were standing at the elevator door, waiting for the elevator to open.

"To this day, no agenda is so important, sir." The secretary chimed in on Fahri's remarks.

Tingg ...

The elevator door opened, Fahri and his secretary entered the elevator, which led them to the floor where Fahri's room was located.

Fahri unfolded his sleeve, glancing at his watch for a moment. "Maybe I'll be home early today. I think for the next thing, you can handle it. I'm worried about my wife right now" Fahri said.

"Good, sir." The new secretary nodded obediently.

Shortly after, the elevator doors opened. Both of them immediately rushed out of the narrow room, then headed to their respective work desks.

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Elsewhere, Arumi was sitting on the porch of the house while reading the fashion magazine in her hand. Suddenly, one of the servants faced him.

"What's wrong?" ask Arumi.

"Sorry, Madam. In front there was someone who was asking for the whereabouts of Madam Dewi," said the housekeeper.

Arumi frowned. "Who?" ask the woman.

"Auntie doesn't know, Madam. "

"Man or woman?" ask Arumi again.

"Male Mistress," said the ART.

"Is he the guy who ever walked into that workspace? The man who attacked you at night?" inner Arumi.

"Yes, then just tell him to come in!" Arumi gave the order to the servant. The housekeeper nodded obediently, then walked towards the gate.

While waiting, Arumi again flipped through the magazine in his hand. Shortly after, a man with a slightly short body, walked over towards Arumi.

"Good day, Madam."

Hearing the greeting, Arumi closed the magazine, then threw his gaze at the figure in front of him.

"No! I thought he was that guy. After all, even in terms of the characteristics of this man is much different from the jallang maintained by Mama, "inner Arumi.

"Piang. What's the need?" tanya Arumi who replied to the greeting was accompanied by a question.

"I'm sorry before for disturbing the Madam's peace. But my purpose is to find Miss Dewi. Does he exist?" ask the man.

"Mama's not home" Arumi said.

"Oh, yes then just tell the Madam about my arrival here," said the man.

"Just tell Sugeng to look for him here. Then excuse me first," said the man who began to step his feet to leave the place.

However, just a few steps, his legs stopped and then turned to look at the woman behind him.

"Oh yes, I forgot. Is Madam Arumi? The son of Mr Fian Aryaduta?" asked the man whose name was known to be Sugeng.

"Yes. What's up?" Arumi turned around to ask. He narrowed his eyes, putting on a suspicion from the man who was currently his interlocutor.

"It's okay. I'm just asking. The madam looks a lot like Mr. Fian," Sugeng said.

The man turned around, then put on his wily smile and resumed his delayed steps.

"Hide away is the Goddess. I will not playfully expose your secret for having told me to kill the father of the woman," inner Sugeng as he stepped out of the neighborhood.

After the man died, Arumi squinted his eyes. I don't know why he felt that this guy was a little suspicious.

"Why is he looking for my mom? Any business with that stranger?" arumi wondered.

Shortly after, the woman is startled by a cell phone that suddenly rings. He looked at the screen of his phone, saw who called him right then and there, making Arumi smile. He immediately picked up the phone call.

"Hello Mas ...."

"Darling, I'm on my way home. I'm worried about you" Fahri said across the phone.

"Mas home? What about the work at the office?" ask Arumi.

"Urusan's office leave it to the new secretary. Nothing else is too important. If there's anything, he can contact the mas later" Fahri said.

Arumi sighed when she heard what her husband had just said. "Mas, ..he was new, not like Samuel who could be left out. What if she's having trouble with the work you've put her in?"

"Darling, Mas came home quickly because he was worried about you. Since earlier, I was not too focused on the office business just because I was busy thinking about you," said Fahri.

"Have, you don't have to worry about office business. I'll be responsible if there's any mistake. This time, allow me to go home yes ..."

"Because Mas is already on the road, yes .. I allow Mas Fahri to go home," Arumi said as she poked her lips. Actually, he also did not want to be far from Fahri.

However, Arumi tries to hold him back, so that he does not rely too much on the man. And Fahri's return at the moment is a nice thing for him. It's just that, he held it back a bit to keep Fahri focused on the office affairs as well.

"Then, what do you want my wife to say? Is there anything you want to eat?" tawar Fahri's.

"A orange clip, Mas. I happen to want to eat oranges again" said Arumi.

"Well, I'll buy it right away. You wait there, you don't have to go anywhere before you go home,"

"Yes, it's."

Shortly thereafter, the call was interrupted. Arumi immediately develops a smile when she finds out that Fahri will be home soon. The woman re-opened the magazine she had seen earlier while waiting for the arrival of the man she loved so much.

Shortly after, Arumi again threw her gaze towards the gate. He had almost forgotten about the man, who had come to see his mother.

"Eitherway. I hope he's not the bad guy I had in mind. Let's hope my guess is wrong" muttered the woman who turned the magazine in her hand.

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