CEO Rescue Me!
CHAPTER 86 – THE FLUTTERING AND THE FLAMING
“Take me home. My home is far from here. I was so panicked that I got the wrong angkot ride!” the girl ruled Great.
Great nodded, “Iiiya!”
The girl immediately sat down straddling in the back seat.
Great widened his eyes.
“Hey, you can't sit sideways like a girl?”
“Can't. Fear falls. This part is a really high motor!” the girl stared at Agung impatiently, “Comb of Om!”
“Can't be rich gini. Auric. Thighs you everywhere saw, Great” open his jacket, “Cover your thighs.”
The girl complies.
“Comb Om, I want to see Papa's face for the last time,” said the girl in a vibrating voice.
“Where is your house?”
The girl mentioned her address, Agung nodded then took out his motorbike. He glanced at the rearview mirror, the wavelength hair seemed to flutter like a brown flag.
They stopped at a large, light-orange house with a yellow flag in front of it.
The girl jumped down and handed the jacket to Agung and immediately ran into his yard.
As soon as he stood at the entrance of his house, from where Agung stood, Agung could hear the sound of the girl's roaring cry.
The neighbors gathered together a lot. Agung still stood looking at the door of the living room of the girl's house. He was worried, went in for the condolence or went back to the office. He finally chose to go first.
He had previously searched for an envelope inside his backpack. He did not find a plain envelope, the envelope inside his bag was his Sanjaya Group coffee. There's no way he's using that envelope. Unethical. Finally he tore the pages of his agenda book to make an envelope.
He saw there was a water faucet in the courtyard of the girl's house, the Great Wudhu there. Say hello when entering the door and then sit cross-legged near the corpse. Pick up the book Yaasin was there then start reading it in a slow voice.
The body is already forgiven. Written H. Grace, 67 years old. The photo of his face reminds of the girl's face, especially her long eyebrows and curled nose. It felt enough, Agung stood up to leave the girl's house.
The girl looked at him in surprise and then stood up to him.
“Om know with Papa?”
“No.”
“Terus why was I teaching and mendo’ Papa?”
“Sesama muslims should mendo’ each other right?”
The girl nodded.
“Ma’af, I do not have a fare to pay Om who has taken me to home.”
The great who was wearing his shoes turned his head, watching the girl with a frown.
“I am not an ojek.” builder
Great to reach for his jacket. Then took the impromptu envelope he made from the tear of his agenda book.
“Ma’af, I do not have an envelope,” then hand the envelope to the girl who looked at him confused, “I am sorry. May Allah give a solemn end to H. Mercy and patience for the family he left behind. I'm pampering. Assalamu’alaikum.”
The girl answered her greeting in a soft voice while staring at the back of Agung who was getting away. When the bike has passed, the new girl realized, she has not thanked Om-Om earlier whose face feels familiar.
***
The Ritz
11.30
“Already, Mom. But they don't want to obey. They said they would leave after Mom was willing to talk to them.”
“Basic no becus!” he pushed the body of one of his security guards.
Rita Gunaldi stepped with wide steps full of anger. The sound of his heels beating on the marble floor below made the gripping atmosphere even more gripping. The employees gathered at the foyer.
Rita opens the glass door with Medusa's head handle.
“What business do you have in my place?” he asked a group of reporters gathered in front of the terrace.
“This is my personal property. You're violating my privacy, you're disrupting my business. I'll sue you all!” his pointer pointed at all the reporters.
“Your news about the suspension of detention related to the attack on Miss Adisti is it true?" a TV reporter thrust out his microphone.
“Hah??! MISS?!” Rita Gunaldi smiled slanted, “Only because she has married Alwin Sanjaya's son then you call her miss??”
“Nothing can hold me. I have many acquaintances and close friends with the officials. Do not hesitate to use the intention to hold me. My business is with Adisti, not with the honorable Alwin Sanjaya! Already, you guys disperse all!” rita's hand was flicked and pushed the reporters.
A journalist fell down and was quickly helped by his colleague. Rita pushed them until they were on the sidewalk.
“You dare to enter my land again, I will sue you. Unless you intend to go to the salon or shop at my boutique. I doubt your financial ability. How many journalists?” Rita Gunaldi laughs mockingly, “Sana go! Ruin the view!”
“Bominate very much Bu!” shouted a journalist.
“I'm arrogant?? Must it!” Rita chuckles amusedly.
Rita turned towards her building. The reporters followed him. He looked fast.
“GET OUT!!” Rita pointed outwards.
“Interview first Mom.!” a reporter thrust his cellphone recording the sound.
“You want to know what? About Adisti?” Rita smiled in anguish.
“He's a nobody. Don't deserve you guys up until the seviral,” Rita's body is facing the reporters now. Her skirt above her knees was fuschia-colored, expanding in the wind, displaying her thighs. But he doesn't care.
“She's just a poor girl but a belagu. Plain sock, holy pretentious and religious pretentious. The dam! Sick of me!”
As the reporters moved forward, what came out of Rita's mouth caught their attention.
“What makes Mom so hate on Miss Adisti?” ask a reporter who is closest to Rita's body.
“MOTHER?? You call me IBUU? I am your mother! Am I that old??! Call me TETEH! T E T E H's. Know you?? Offhanded!!” Rita flicked her hair that was stroked.
“Sorry, Tea.. What makes Teteh so hate Miss Adisti?”
“Because ever since I knew him, my business got messed up, my household was runyam, my friendship broke. Her pesky bearer,” Rita said with eyes full of hatred, “So dear to the family Alwin Sanjaya, miserably haunted!”
“When do you know Miss Adisti?”
“Already! I don't want to tell you anything anymore. I could get aps again later, my dear. Get out of you all! Husssh husssh!” Rita moved her hand to chase away the reporters.
“We are chicken??” cussing for a journalist.
“Teh, appreciate us also as reporters dong Teh. Don't treat us like chickens so..”
Rita glaring, “Like me dong! You are also not allowed to enter my land while huddling in front of the terrace! It's gone there. The clients so do not want to go into the building because of you guys!”
The reporters finally complied. They were clustered on the sidewalk in front of the building. Talking to each other about what Rita said earlier was also about Rita's bad attitude towards them.
“Gue will get the news for what it is without cutting the picture, let the viewers know what Rita The Ritz is like!” a journalist with infotainment said.
The others agreed.