CEO Rescue Me!
CHAPTER 112 – GRAY AFTERNOON
Agung ordered 2 hot americano coffee and 2 capucino at the booking table. Also a number of doughnuts and croissants fill sausages.
“Mbak, I use the motor, please packaging it safe and easy to carry yes,” said Agung on SPG donut who nodded and smiled.
When wearing his jacket after Ashar prayers in the mosque, Agung felt his arms were much better. No longer swollen and painful when moved.
[Adinda... ah why should I think about that boy now? But the color of her eyes is amazing.] Grandma put on her helmet while smiling.
He rode his black CBR casually. The air was not as hot as it was this afternoon. There were even gray clouds resonating in the sky.
Heavy traffic smoothly. The mood of the weekend felt. He glanced at the corner of the crossroad, looking like a police officer crossing a motorcycle rider who was not wearing a helmet. Still ABG and piggybacking 3 anyway.
Passing through the tall towering boulevard of the King's Palm tree and circling the flower garden, The Ritz Building has begun to appear.
He's seen a black Avanza parked in front of The Ritz. His eyes were looking for a safe parking space. It's at the end of the block, in front of the fry vendor.
The motor drove slowly towards the fried cart. Before reaching the avanza where Anton's men observed The Ritz, his side back seemed to throw.
Something that feels hot, piercing through the skin, into the muscle. Tear down tissue. He had not yet realized what was happening to him, until the smell of iron was oozing in his sense of smell.
At that moment he felt tight, his lungs were burning. Heat. His sight became blurred. He blinked his eyes trying to stay focused. Focus disappeared. Everything looks blur now.
Agung motorbikes, Agung's body fell face down on the handlebar of his motorbike while the motor was still driving. Both of them touched the asphalt with a loud sound.
Spilled coffee mixed with his blood soaked the asphalt. People shouting. The last great look, the gray cloud that spilled water on the earth.
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(15 minutes before the fall)
Black Avanza Car In Front Of The Ritz
“Sol, that's Mr Thakur's car!” The joker points at the laptop screen. His friend nodded.
He pressed a call on his boss,
“Assalamu’alaikum, Mr. Anton. Mr. Thakur entered The Ritz,” Joker said quickly. Pause.
“Good Sir. Assalamu’alaikum.”
The joker broke off the relationship.
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(25 minutes before the fall)
THE PENTHOUSE LANDMARK APARTMENT
They were still discussing Adinda and Agung on the middle sofa. There's Hans, Indra and Anton. Leon's still at the mall with Layla and Eric.
Adisti opened the pizza box and muffin box, put it on the coffee table of the middle sofa.
“Dis, Agung want to come by here no?” ask Indra.
“Tadi told Disti so, Bang. He said he only stopped by for a while at The Ritz.”
“Paited only..”word Bramasta.
“Kangen you, Bro?” ask Anton while chuckling.
Anton has since come, busy with his laptop cables. He brought 2 laptops and some electronics in a flat box.
Hans and Indra brought in a coffee table from the balcony to be brought in as an extra table. To be safe, the table from the balcony is used as Anton's desk and equipment while the coffee table sofa is specifically for food and drinks.
Prince Zuko animation has been tried. As Anton spoke, Prince Zuko's animated lips moved along. His vocal movements are perfect. The voice that was heard also belonged to Prince Zuko.
“Keren, Hyung Anton,” Adisti raised both thumbs while watching Prince Zuko's trial from the big screen TV screen.
“Lu has talent as an animator too, Ton.” Hans stared in admiration at Prince Zuko on the TV screen.
Anton just chuckled. Bramasta and Indra smiled widely. Glad there's a genius in their company.
Anton typed something on his laptop, the monitor screen divided by 2. The left screen appears in The Ritz and the right screen appears outside The Ritz. The TV screen display is the same as on a laptop monitor screen.
The Ritz parking area is not too crowded, probably because the news about The Ritz and its owner makes The ritz quiet visitors. A group of people who seemed to be reporters were gathered under a tree across from The Ritz.
The inside of The Ritz, in a boutique waiting room is quieter than in a parking lot. Rarely do people look past. Only employees who change mannequin clothes are visible.
As they were all enjoying pizza, a call from Anton's device rang.
“Wa’alaikumussalam, Jok. What’s up?”
“OK, monitor on. If Mr. Agung comes, ask him directly to the apartment yes.” Pause.
“Wa’alaikumussalam.”
Anton put his cloth on the table. He then pointed to a screen showing the parking lot of The Ritz. A black Jeep Wrangler enters The Ritz.
“Mr Thakur coming..”
“Kata Joker hasn't. Maybe in a moment,” Anton looks at Adisti, “Why?”
“Don't know. This heart really feels very anxious yes since last afternoon,” Adisti holds his chest with an anxious face.
Bramasta takes Adisti into his arms. Calm his wife.
“Do not worry, Dis. Neither Mr. Thakur nor Rita knew Agung. Especially if he wears his full face helmet,” Indra helps calm Adisti.
“Agung knows what to do, Dis,” Hans nods at Adisti.
“Read al fatihah only so that Disti's heart is calm,” whispered Bramasta while fixing Adisti's veil.
“Mr Thakur is not alone. He brought his men,” Anton's eyes can not be separated from the monitor screen.
Mr. Thakur got off the front passenger door. While from the direction of the driver's door, down his men who were sturdy with flap hair.
Mr. Thakur was seen talking to his men and then making a phone call with the device in front of his car. His face looks upset. He spoke while turning his waist.
He stepped inside The Ritz building with a furious step. From the direction of the boutique waiting room came the voice of Mr. Thakur calling Rita.
“Rita darling... I'm coming Babe!”
Then came the voice of The Ritz receptionist, “Ma'af Sir, Ms. Rita is unable to receive guests today. If there is a need related to booking clothes and others please talk to the assistant Ibu.”
There was the sound of a table being kicked. Then came the voice of Mr. Thakur who sounded angry.
“I need with Rita, not with her assistant! Get Rita down!!”
The receptionist's voice rang out in fear.
“Ma'af Sir. Mom is sick. Can't meet anyone.”
Mr. Thakur's voice sounded loud.
“I don't care! Tell Rita to face me. COMING DOWN! OR I AM THE ONE WHO RIDES!!”
The sound of falling objects was heard from the foyer where the receptionist was located.
“Good Sir. Please wait a minute. I contact Mother first.”
The sound of Mr. Thakur's shoes and his men were heard approaching the boutique sitting room. Mr. Thakur was sitting on one of the cream-colored couches. While his men stood beside him, observing the entire room.
The sound of high heels rang out loud. Rita's voice murmured lowly reign to her employees. Then the answer in a low voice from his employees.
Then Rita appeared from the direction of the curved wall. Wearing high-necked plain purple color jumpsuit. Dior's large buckles adorned his slender stomach.
“You've lost your manners? It's still our business hours. Don't scare our clients,” his voice sounds cold as well as his gaze.
“Rita Sweetheart.. This is how you welcome Brother??” mr. Thakur's hand opens, hoping for a hug from Rita.
Rita snorted then smiled obliquely.
“No need to pretend, Bang. Our relationship has not been the same since last night!”
Mr. Thakur chuckles. So did his men.
Rita looked up at Mr. Thakur's men.
“YOU!” Rita pointed to Mr. Thakur's men, “I HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU!”
Mr. Thakur's men fell silent. Mr. Thakur is getting ripped off.
“Gallows very, Babe. But Brother likes it. More likes.”
“Cih!” Rita grumbled and threw away her face.
Mr. Thakur is laughing. She advanced closer to Rita and then swapped her chin, “Cantik.”
Rita backed away with an angry look.
“You are wrong if you think you can terrorize me. I hold the highest power of the night world on Batam Island now. Don't think I don't have any men who can protect me.”
Mr. Thakur suddenly fell silent. His eyes looked at Rita.
“Power belongs to Ferdi.”
“I'm his wife.”
“Ferdi is about to die. The death penalty claim must have been addressed by the Singapore court.”
“And I will be his widow who inherits his power.”
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Why the Great Branch? Please dong!
Let Rita and Mr. Thakur fight for power, no one misahin!