Bare With Bastard
To pick up Mr. Donulai.
"Good day sir!" greeting a man to Ayaz, Ayaz looked up to ascertain who greeted him.
An old man, as Rymi remembers, said that Rangga Donulai was a man of his age, so why did this old man meet him.
"Jiang!" sahut Ayaz's.
"Pak Rangga was out, just received a phone call from Mr. Donulai to pick up his parents at the airport" explained the old man.
"Oh, so!"
Rymi didn't tell you this, was it really sudden?
"Can I help you sir?" ask the man.
"Emh, I want to convey this. But it's better later when Mr. Rangga is back." said Ayaz.
"It is likely that the President will not return to the office quickly, his secretary was also included earlier, so it is likely that they will attend an appointment directly with some business colleagues after picking up Mr. Donulai." obviously the old man again.
"Ah that? All right, maybe I'll come back here tomorrow." Ayaz dropped out, well better so. He did not want to end up in the trash box again this cooperation document that he submitted, should as much as possible make sure Rangga Donulai was reading the contents of the entire proposal.
"Well, sorry to keep you waiting!"
"It's okay, it's not a problem!" sahut Ayaz's.
With a lack of enthusiasm Ayaz swung his step towards the parking lot, contacted Rymi but the woman also did not answer his call, maybe his partner was close to Rangga Donulai so he was unable to pick up the phone.
Ayaz contacted Marco, said what he had just experienced, heard ******* from the opposite direction, Marco said to postpone everything, tomorrow only and surely they must rearrange the plan.
Ayaz entered the car, not aiming but without realizing it, the car drove towards the hotel where Yaren left him.
"Master!" greet the receptionist of the hotel.
Ayaz just went straight to his room and Yaren. He wanted to rest for a moment to release the existing fatigue, with lightning fast himself to DN Company, hoping to meet with the President of the company, but this time he had to taste failure again.
Tok to tok.
Before long, Yaren opened the door for him, seeing his wife who was still wrapped in a bathrobe signaled the woman might have just finished bathing.
"Yaz!" yaren.
Ayaz did not reply, only nodding then sauntered in, laying down his tired body on the mattress his eyes began to shut but his ears could still hear clearly.
"Do you need anything?" ask Yaren.
"No need!" sahut Ayaz with eyes still closed.
"Do I have to prepare warm water?" ask Yaren again.
"No need Yaren, I just want to rest for a while." said Ayaz again.
After that Ayaz felt Yaren sitting in front at the dresser, drying her wet hair, after which Ayaz no longer knew what Yaren was doing because she was already fast asleep.
Yaren looked at the face of her husband, Ayaz so handsome, she was even grateful to be the wife of Ayaz Diren. But if Ayaz's life is not full of mystery, what else Yaren has ever found a fact that Ayaz is a criminal. Yaren can't just say lucky to have Ayaz.
"This handsome face, is it possible?" mumbling slowly.
Yaren was finished with her activities, she changed clothes with casual clothes that had been provided by the hotel earlier.
The hotel offers such service, very attentive.
...***...
"Do I have to go to the airport, sir?" rymi asked as they were on their way to the airport.
"Just for a minute!" sahut Sam's.
What a rare opportunity for him, later he had to tell this information to his Boss and Ayaz.
Before long Sam's car arrived at the airport, Sam immediately got off while Rymi was prevented when going to follow down.
"You're here, I'm just here for a little while" said Sam. He also gave a message to his personal driver to wait for him in the airport parking lot.
Rymi can only obey, even though he is so curious but what can, will fuel suspicion if he really insists on going with his boss.
"Is Mr Donulai friendly?" rymi asked the boss' personal driver.
"I'm new too, I hope so!" saith.
"Oh, means we're the same dong sir!" rymi.
The woman is so easily familiar with others, her cheerful nature makes it easy to make friends.
The two even laughed, the private driver Rangga Donulai was still quite young, even if Rymi guessed from his face may be old Rymi, but it looks like the driver is quite friendly and sociable.
Fifteen minutes passed, Rangga and an old man seemed to approach the car, Rymi was so attentive, could it be that he was the Great Lord Donulai? tanyanya.
"You move ahead!" tell Sam to Rymi.
"Well Sir!"
"Your secretary?" ask Mr. Donulai.
"Yes, Dad." replied Sam.
"Where is Yan's secretary?"
"He resigned, I don't know someone said that there was a family affair that he couldn't leave" Sam replied.
"Have you found it?" ask Mr. Donulai again.
Sam shook his head slowly.
"Where is the boy?" mumbled Mr. Donulai slowly, regret burst into his chest.
"I'll try Dad, he'll be found soon!" sam tried to calm down.
"You've seen the village where he was exiled?"
"Not yet Father, it takes a lot of consideration to go there, the area includes the territory of Sian, I think he is also unlikely to visit the village." said Sam.
"Well you're right, it's logically impossible, but you have to find it anyway."
"What's your business here?" ask Sam.
"Tomorrow is the anniversary of the death of my sister's husband, you know your aunt is in a great pain right now, she asked me to visit her husband's grave." replied Mr. Donulai.
Rymi is still listening, a lineage of the Donulai family that he heard this can be considered as information and will himself reveal later to his Boss and Ayaz.
"Why don't you attack Sian immediately, debgan once you can more calmly search for the boy's whereabouts."
"It's not yet Dad, but I'll make sure as soon as we recover the DN Company." replied Sam.
"Ah yes, will you also visit Miss Nindi's grave?" sam asked, he had not visited the grave of his best friend's mother for a long time.
"Well you're right, I should have been there too, make sure the escort is tight when I make the pilgrimage there, I don't want until the Sian people know our movements, Sian should be crushed to dust, he said, then my revenge was avenged." said Mr. Donulai looked so angry.
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