BODY AROMA SYSTEM
Two Trusted Men

"Lift, your hands!" a man exclaimed as his eyes looked at the other two men in the same room. The man and his partner were so shocked to enter the room, seeing two men with their faces covered in masks. They immediately brandished their weapons, as soon as they saw two strangers entering the building they were guarding. But the two gun-wielding men widened their eyes, shortly after seeing the face of one of the men they were pointing at.

"Mr Rico!" screeched the two sturdy men with a look of disbelief. The two men stared for a moment as they were unsure of what they were witnessing. There, a man sitting in a wheelchair was smiling at them after removing his mask. The two men immediately approached after their consciousness was full.

"You're alive?" ask one of the men who only wears patterned pants like army uniforms. "Why didn't you tell us?" it seems that the two men look panicked and covered in shock and relief.

The real Rico then smiled widely and then he typed something and showed it to the two people. "Thank God you're okay" said the same man after reading the message Rico typed. "Then, who is he?" the man asked as he pointed towards the fake Rico who preferred silence.

Rico's silence was fake not out of fear, but he was just being vigilant. Fake Rico fell silent while trying to listen to the hearts and minds of the two men, for fear that the two men were traitors. But as far as Rico was concerned, it seemed that the two people were not suspect because Rico did not hear bad words or bad intentions from the two people.

"Oh, is he the one who saved you?" this time the man wearing a black tightshirt that speaks. The pants that the man wears are also the same as his partner's pants that do not wear shirts. "So far, where are you going? why are you carrying so much stuff?"

Again the original Rico had to type a word to answer a question from the man. "Why not just stay here? Isn't it safe for you?" ask the man in black after reading the answer Rico showed. The young man sitting in the chair returned an answer.

"We ourselves do not know who the traitor is" said the man in a striped pants. "We're always waiting for news from your father. Do you need anything to make yourself more comfortable?"

Fake Rico shook his head and he asked for the phone numbers of the two men. Fearing that someone would see more, Rico finally said goodbye to the two. While the fake Rico is still steadfast in his silence, by continuing to hide his face using the mask he wears. This time Rico will go somewhere else.

"Is this place we're going to be very dangerous? Until you bring a gun?" ask the fake Rico once both are in the car and the fake Rico props it up at medium speed. As always, the original Rico answered his interlocutor's questions via mobile phone. "All right, I get it."

Meanwhile, in another place, two people who had talked to Rico, now appear to be sitting in one of the rooms while talking back to his meeting with Rico. The two men are adjutants assigned to look after Rico. For a long time the two men worked to keep Rico from before Rico was paralyzed and dumb.

"Kasian Rico, he has to bear everything alone for the actions of human cunning," said the man in black shirt to his partner who is now wearing a red shirt. "We were supposed to keep him under control, wasn't that our job?"

The man in the red shirt seemed to be smiling wryly. "But you read for yourself, what Rico said. It's true, with what Rico said. Our existence around it, jutsru will have an impact is not good. Because after all, many already know our faces as presidential child guards. Wouldn't that make Rico insecure?"

"True, too" cried the man in a black shirt. "But I suspect the same person who was with Rico earlier. He did not make his voice at all. Is it possible, Rico was actually under such pressure that he didn't want to be escorted?"

"Well, there it is. I thought so too" said the man in the red shirt. "I'm sure something must have happened to Rico. How about we find out? Must have been a cctv, right? Let's just keep quiet."

Elsewhere, some people are also in serious talks. Of course the topic of conversation they are doing is not far from the name Rico and his perfume. Ever since the rumors of perfume swirled, almost everyone was talking about both. Even because of perfume too, the impact reached the political world fight.

"What! You see Soraya going alone?" asked a man with a face that looked surprised after getting a report from his men. "You sure?"

"Very sure, sir," the man came forward and showed me some cctv footage. "There are some recordings that show that Soraya was still with Rico and Soraya when she left alone."

The man called Mister immediately sharpened his gaze to the laptop screen which showed some cctv footage. "Is it possible that Soraya handed Rico over to the two men?" asked the familiar Master called Piero, as his eyes stared at the recording of two people with Soraya and Rico sitting in a wheelchair.

"It seems so, but after we searched the hospital, there was no patient named Rico there. We suspect that Rico's name may have been disguised" said the man. "It looks like they're people of our enemy, sir."

"really?" ask Mr. Piero to make sure. "Oh so send eyes to watch the lunge of the red star and the blue goose, shoes!"

"Good, Sir."

On the same day and in a different place, a man dressed as a doctor was staring at a box containing several small bottles, each of which was filled with liquid. From the code listed on the writing, it looks like it is a medicine bottle designed specifically for a specific purpose. As the man's eyes were focusing on the small bottle, his ears heard someone knocking on the door of the room which made the man's focus become disturbed.

"Who?" the man in white clothes shouted.

"I, sir," said someone who had just knocked on the door. "There's a guest for you, sir!"

"Guests?" asked the man dressed in white with a voice that was quite loud. "Whose guest?"

"Mr Jolly from the red star, sir."

"What! Mr Jolly? Why'd he come here? Does this have anything to do with Rico?" the man muttered softly.

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