CEO Rescue Me!
CHAPTER 248 – SOMETHING ROMANTIC
Hans rolled his eyes puffed. While the others gawked at the conversation the two of them had.
“Srimulat mode on,” whispered Indra. Agung and Anton half-dead held back a laugh.
“Please! Just buy flowers. Buying flowers for yourself can also. Or for his mother Mr Raditya!” Hans exhaled in annoyance.
“Mr Hans..”.
“Please don't tell me your mother is dead.“
“Indeed as it is,” Raditya sounds relaxed.
“Just buy flowers,” Hans starts to get upset.
“Oh my God.. srimulat again.” The great chuckles slowly.
“OK. I'm close now,” sounds the turn on turn on.
“There are following you?”
“So far... There aren't. But I don't know.”
“Good, wait a minute,” Hans gave Anton a code.
“Show satellite imagery, traffic just as Mr. Raditya exited GOR Saparua. Estimated time, 7 minutes ago. Scan vehicles following the motor.”
“Pak Raditya use what motor?”
“Honda Vario black, black helmet pollet green stabilo.”
In the meeting room, Raditya's voice was heard talking to a flower trader.
“Axistent roses?”
“Hapunten A, alhamdulillah rose tos seep sadayana dinten ieu _Ma'af Bang, alhamdulillah rose is up all today_”
“Ieu naon?_This is what?_”
“Eta Herbras_That's Herbras_. There are several colors.”
“Yang pink only. How much?”
“40 thousand only.”
“Per stalk?”
“Per tie, A. I sell cheap because I want to go home quickly.”
“OK. I buy. Wrapped in paper sir so as not to be damaged. I use motor.”
“Siap A.”
“Pak Raditya, a black Suzuki APV car, follows you since you exited GOR Saparua. Now it is stopping at the end of the exit of the Flower Market.”
“Good. I just passed it.”
“Let him follow you. Directions to Jalan Merdeka.”
“OK.. Where?”
“There is a cake shop with a Dutch windmill on its roof. Cake shop in the corner building of Jalan Merdeka.”
“Ya I know..”
“Buy cake there. Tart or other large cakes. Anyway to look you are celebrating something romantic.”.
“OK..” the sound of Raditya's breath can be heard in the room audio, "Master Hans, what is this?”
“Still related to yesterday's incident. Someone is trying hard to get rid of you, Mr. Raditya.”
“I understand. I also felt the odd thing about the ambush call at GOR Saparua. They said my team was already at the scene, but I could not find any trace of them. Even I am not allowed to contact my team on the grounds that their phone has been tapped.” The sound of an elongated horn sounded in the audio.
“Their plan today is to trap you in a drug deal. Made as a hand-catch operation.”
“$h11 1t!” then quickly, Raditya added. “Ma’af. I'm release.”
“It’s OK . Understandable.”
Hans stared at everything in the meeting room. Indra pointed at her dress, then called Raditya's name without a sound, her hand pointing at Anton. Hans nodded in understanding.
“Tomorrow daylight, during working hours, can come to my office?” Hans checked his schedule, “Make it like a regular visit. Related to the investigation of the case involving Adinda.”
“Insyaa Allah, before lunch, I can. What's the matter exactly?"
“Come later. I can't say it here.”
“OK. The windmill is already visible from where I am now. Black APV still behind me.”
“OK. After from the cake shop, could it instantly disappear from them? Just go straight home. Turn off your HP. Do not receive calls from anyone at this time.”
“Whoever?” Raditya sounded astonished.
“Whoever,” Hans added again, “Let there will be someone I send HP to you. HP clean, anti-tap, anti-tracking and anti-cloning.”
“Mr Hans, what should I thank you for?” raditya's voice sounded soft.
“I didn't ask for anything. Stay a straight and clean state apparatus. Protecting and protecting citizens. That's it.”
“Insyaa Allah. Help me to remember when I forget. Because it became my promise to my late Father and Mother.”
“Insyaa Allah. Hopefully they can outwit them. Happy fighting. Stay careful Mr. Raditya. See you tomorrow afternoon. Assalamu’alaikum.”
“Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Thank you very much.”
Hans ended his call.
“They.. Still a cabal of Mr Thakur?” Indra rubbed her face.
Their strings sounded in unison.
WAG Red Kuping.
Bramasta_Disti is safe. We are heading towards Bandung now_
Agung_Fii amanillah Bang.._
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The helicopter with the B Group logo has just left the helipad on the top roof of the Sanjaya Group building.
Adisti looked at Bramasta with a big smile. Talking through the headset attached to avoid the sound of the machine is also deaf ears due to air pressure.
“Kirain Abang bring..”.
Bramasta. He smiled gently at his wife.
“If you have a brother, I can’t do this..“ Bramasta kissed his wife's forehead long ago, “I love you.”
Adisti hugged her husband. Leaning her head where she felt comfortable and safe, her husband's chest.
“Please see them intimidated like that.”.
Bramasta stroked his wife's back.
“Bang, is it okay if the children are Distied to enter the B Foundation scholarship program? Also for the next life B Foundation gives capital to independent small businesses for his widow Pak Anas Abadi?”
Bramasta smile.
“All up Buk Wife. Kan Buk Wife has been given the responsibility to take care of B Foundation.”
“Merci beaucop_Thanks a lot_ Sir Husband.”
Hearing Adisti in French made Bramasta smile. He peeked at his wife again.
The flying helicopter circled over The Cliff before finally flying low beside The Cliff. There was a steel platform built on it. The foundation is black with the letter H in bright yellow.
“When Disti came here there was no deh like.” said Adisti when he saw the helipad stage below.
Bramasta laughs, “Times anyway? It was built a week after we got married.”
Adisti looked at her husband with widened eyes.
“Pak Husband really didn't tell.”
“Mending knows so right? Feel like a surprise..”.
“Pak Husband is very good anyway.. Do you often give Disti a surprise? Though Disti did not give any surprise for Mr. Husband.” Adisti jumped down from the helicopter with the help of her husband. Walk down to avoid the wind of the propeller that is still spinning.
“Who said?” Bramasta said in a loud voice so that Adsiti could hear what he said, “Looking at Disti every morning when he woke up next to Abang, it was already a surprise for Abang. Not to mention when the night service clothes made from soft smooth.”
Bramasta chuckles as Adisti lands the pinch.
“Abang talking really tight anyway. Shame to know!”
“If you don't scream it won't be heard!”
From a distance of 3 meters, a handsome Arab-faced young man with a tall body smiled broadly at them.
“Assalamu’alaikum, Bramasta, Adisti.” her broom while hugging Bramasta.
Bramasta laughed happily at his childhood friend.
“Wa’alaikumussalam, Khalid. Ahlan wa sahlan.”
Adisti smiled broadly at Khalid.
“Hai Bang Khalid's. Same Umi?”
Khalid shook his head.
“Umi prefers dating with Babah.."
“Romantis yes.” Adisti laughing.
“Like the two of you,” Khalid smiled broadly. The three of them descended the natural stone steps towards The Cliff.
“By the way, I heard a lot about that soft smooth night service shirt.” Khalid laughed so hard that his shoulder shook.
Adisti and Bramasta looked at each other with widened eyes.
Bramasta darted away from Adisti.
“Tuh right!” chase Bramasta with fingers ready to pinch, “Abang ih!”
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Ciyeee
Khalid's as handsome as who is he?
Quality singles too?
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Stop by the story of Babang Indra beloved of mothers because his face looks like an old actor Chow Yun Fat in Mr.Secretary: Destiny Bound.
I met Brother and Sister in her dream who called her Papa.
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