CEO Rescue Me!
CHAPTER 270 - LOVE PACK
SANJAYA GROUP
ACCOUNTING DIVISION
Agung entered his room after eating the dhuhur prayer in the mosque of the building. Some of the chief sections who were subordinates invited to have lunch together in the cafeteria.
The atmosphere was full of familiarity at lunch. There is no barrier between superiors and subordinates when outside office hours.
Approaching his desk, his forehead creased to see something on his desk. Packaging shaped paper bags are cream and green sage decorated with green sage ribbon made of shiny satin looks sweet.
Curious, he read a small card tucked in the upper fold of the cute package.
“Happy enjoying. If you like later brought again.”
Agung raised next to his eyebrows while searching for the name of the sender. When the card is behind, it says “Calon Ma’mum” in pink ink. Agung smiled widely while shaking his head.
Curious about the contents, Agung opened the wrapping paper carefully so as not to damage it. It's too bad to ruin something as beautiful and cute as that.
His forehead wrinkled as he looked at smelling the familiar scent. Aroma of the past. era is still in school uniform.
When he looked into the paper bag, he laughed out loud.
“Mashaa Allah... Ma candidates’mum Aa.”
A face peeked into the Great's room.
“Assalamu’alaikum. Lu why Gung? Laughing loudly to the astonishment from the outside?” Hans walked in and approached Agung.
“Wa’alaikumussalam.” The surprised to see Hans.
“What's tuh?” hans's eyes were fixed on the pretty paper bag on the table.
Not yet able to reply, Hans took a paper bag in front of him.
“Wuihh! This legend. My childhood snacks. Share, Gung!” hans hand grabbed the bamboo prick in Agung's hand.
“Pilok seasoning nuts!” Hans devoured a circle of lizards, then closed his eyes, “Hmmmm, it felt so original. Steady Gung!”
“Bang, got me that.”
“Do not be stingy. Stingy people his grave is narrow!” Hans took another one and directly devoured it again.
“Laaah! Eaten again!” Agung seemed helpless in the face of Hans' attack.
“But! Suer Gung's! Buy where?” Hans had already directed his bamboo prick again towards the coarsely ground round of aci dipped in peanut sauce.
The Supreme takes direct action. Closing the paper bag and keeping it out of Hans' reach.
“Isssh herein, Gung!”
“Ogah!”
“Gung, game! It's a bad responsibility!”
“If it hurts yes drink, Bang. Not even add more.”
‘Hunt ah!”
“No! It's mine. I got a shipment.”
“For lah!”
“Can was already nyomot two!”
“Less, Gung!”
“What are you two doing?” mr. Alwin's voice rang out from the wide-open doorway.
“Assalamu’alaikum.” Mr. Alwin entered the Great's room, directly approaching the two.
Hans immediately picked up the tissue that was behind the Great's table. Smoothed her lips. He's still spicy.
“Why are you, Hans? How do Koi fish look like raised from a pond?” Mr. Alwin looked at Hans and the Great in turn, “That's what? So you two grab this. Attractions, Gung!”
Agung put it on his desk and pushed it slowly near Mr. Alwin.
“What's tuh?” his hand swiftly opened the paper bag, “Wuihh! What is it?!”
Mr. Alwin's eyes were directed at Hans' hand holding a bamboo prick.
“Hans?” his palm opened towards Hans.
“I..iya Sir!” Hans handed over his bamboo prick half-heartedly.
“You two don't tell my wife if I eat this.” Mr. Alwin poked his bamboo prick, a pea sauce-soaked wicker out of a paper bag that is now in scuffed condition.
Cilok looks shiny hit by the light of the room Agung. The aroma of the peanut sauce and the muscle tuning of the cow filled the room. Great gulps.
With two bites, the peek at the bamboo prick was spent by Mr. Alwin. Eyes widened.
“Gung! Just incredible! This is a great feeling!”
“Tuh right.. earlier I also said so..” Hans.
“Tau ah! Not yet nyicipin!” Agung scooped his face.
“Lah? How the hell? The time of the owner is not nyicipin?” Mr. Alwin thrust the prick into the cilok again.
Staring at the Great with his hands holding the stab that there is a peek.
“Buy where? It tastes good. So feel back to the past.”.
“Don't know where to buy.” The Great looked at Mr. Alwin with a helpless look.
“Loh? So who bought it? You, Hans?”
Mr. Alwin looked at Hans who was still a pain.
“Not, Mr..” Hans gave a piece of tissue to Mr. Alwin when he saw there was peanut sauce on his upper lip, “That's from Adinda.”
“Ooh from Adinda..” Mr. Alwin looked at the paper bag again. His hand was ready to pierce again in it.
“Enak anyway, the spiciness is okay too.” Mr. Alwin bit the cilok with great feeling.
“So yes?” Agung looked at Hans who was staring expectantly at the white paper bag and the increasingly scuffed sage.
“Eh, sorry Gung. So good I forgot that this is love.” Mr. Alwin chuckles.
Hans who was looked at simply shrugged his shoulders. His gaze was fixed again on the paper bag on the table.
“Iya.. Love lilok. Send from the beloved.” Mr. Alwin placed the bamboo prick on the table which was directly struck by Hans.
“Mr Alwin searched for Hans earlier?” agung deliberately asked that the two immediately pass from his room. He stared anxiously at the paper bag on his desk.
“Oh yes.. Meeting's back, Hans.” Mr. Alwin sits on the couch. Take a bottle of mineral water that is already available on the glass table.
“Alhamdulillah.” Hans pronounces hamdalah while stabbing lick, “Sorry, Gung. I'm still curious.”
“Tega ih!” exclaiming the Great when looking into a paper bag, only one piece left.
“Yang... The living must share. Share it sincerely...” whispered Hans, “Gue well still sisain one for Lu!”
“Issssh!”
“Why do you say thank you, Hans?”
“Eh? Yes Mr. Al. Thank God we are backtracked so we do not meet clients in this state of anxiety, Mr..”
Mr. Alwin chuckles.
“Betul is also you, Hans.”
Hans chuckled. Sitting next to Mr. Alwin while drinking mineral water.
Agung chewed on his gibberish while looking at the two people sitting on the sofa.
“Gung, sayin to Dinda yes, buyin again. The many.” Mr. Alwin chuckled again. He stands.
“Thanks ya Gung for the peek. Yuk Hans, we prepare the meeting material later,” Mr. Alwin patted Hans on the knee.
Hans nodded. Then looked at Agung with a big smile.
“Gung, thanks a lot. Later I contact Adinda for more buyin.”
“No need to Bang. Later if I visit, I buy a cart so we are all satisfied to eat it.” Great throbbing.
Hans just chuckled while closing the door.
At the head of Agung, the big question was in his mind: how did Hans look, the face of an Italian quarter with an appearance always cold and flat but his mouth gasped for spiciness.
Staring at the paper bag that has not been shaped, he took his clothes. Make a video call to Adinda.
Frowning as Adinda's screen wipes.
“Assalamu’alaikum, Dinda.. How dark is it? Where are you now?”
“Wa’alaikumussalam,” Adinda's voice is heard clearly while the screen is still dark, “Involuntarily closed the camera, Om.”
“Why?”
“I'm at the salon and spa. She was kidnapped by Mommy while in her room Tea Disti.”
“You were to B Group? Why?”
“Fitting shirt.”
“Wow.. Kok like to hajatan gede yes.” Great to turn on his laptop, “What are you doing now?”
“Sedang.”.
“What??! So now you don't wear clothes?” Great grimace, "Pants are darkened."
“Isssh what the hell Om this.”
“Why use any stretch? It's just the khitbah doang. At least the hands are our focus. But the one pinning the ring is also not me, most Mother. It seems free if you stretch everything.”
“Tau ah, I was told Mommy to make a thorough treatment, y according to her. For girls, massaged the whole body then stretched, continue to soak in a bathtub containing flower petals, then care for hair, face, fingernails and feet...who can refuse it?” Adinda chuckles, “Moreover I just finished the exam, Om. Months of preparing for the final exam, it was finally over as well. Relieved Om.lega. Need to release the feeling of fatigue as well.”
“You like?”
“Yes is..”
“Hmmm, noted_noted_.”
“Apaan?”
“If you like the full treatment at the spa. At least I have to be diligent to work so that I can always please you if later it becomes my ma’mum.”
“Issh what the hell Om this.”
“Eh Yes Dinda.. Thank you for your beautiful delivery on the table Om yes.”
“Haaa? So it was put on his desk Om?” Adinda giggles.
“Loh, it is not you who put it?”
“Not. I ask Mr. Salim to be delivered to his room Om through the receptionist who is in the lobby. I did not get out of the car for fear of meeting Om.”
“ Why did you meet me?”
“Gak get, dipingit, he said.”
“Laah is just a sermon using pingit-pingitan everything. Where is it..” Great sounds upset.
“Tau ah's.. Keep it good not to poke?"
"Great son. Unfortunately, I was only one. Daddy and Bang Hans each ate three.”
“Kasihaaaaaan.”
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Dipingit used to be Dindanya, Gung..
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