Forced to Share a Bed
Important TALK! [Visuals]

Aksa and I left first because Aksa had to meet someone at the airport. In this car there is Reza as a driver, Aksa sir beside the wheel, and I in the middle seat. The pervert's car is behind me. The car that Yuze will be carrying when I leave is still in the yard of Daini's house.

Along the way, Mr. Aksa asked a lot about what kind of beginning of my friendship with Daini, what kind of figure Daini before marriage? Daini's achievements in the office, up to asking about favorite colors and favorite foods Daini.

Furthermore, Mr. Aksa also asked about my perception of Ms. Dewi, the attitude of Miss Dewi during her time as manager, and my opinion about the love triangle between the Director, Daini and bu Dewi.

I was interrogated all out. It's only fitting that last night he forced me to come with him. Apparently, there is a shrimp behind the bakwan. And in the section of the Goddess ma'am, I answered inappropriately. Then intentional with a stammering voice. I did it so that Mr. Aksa realized that his son-in-law this one is a bit strange magic bin.

When explaining Daini's kindness, of course I spoke fluently. Because in fact, Daini is good and sholehah.

"Mother Goddess is also emm, ba-baik' kok, sir. Ms. Dewi and mr. Director, emm .. mismatched 'kok. Miss Dewi also emm .. ba-baik sama Daini."

"Why is your tone doubtful?" kaomi pak Aksa.

"Indeed, uh hahaha, I mean I don't hesitate 'kok, sir. I was just nervous because the one who asked was my father. By the way, I'm the Supervisory Board of my company."

"You're weird. Earlier, when discussing about Neng Daini, talk you smoothly and loudly." Pak Aksa looked at me through the rearview mirror while smiling.

"Content, Sir?" kilahku.

"Yes, isn't it Reza?" Glancing at Reza sir.

"Sa-I'm not so listening. I-I'm focused on the road, sir. I'm sorry," replied Reza, find it safe. I'm sure he also did not dare to lean to one side whether it was Daini or Miss Dewi.

"Keep, what does Mr. Reza think? Try to give a response?" Well youho. Feel you, Reza sir. Hahaha, I laughed in my heart.

"Emm, in my opinion, both are also good and beautiful. I can't pick and judge one of them, sir." Huh, Reza sir is not fun. Why not be honest if Daini much more than the same mother Goddess.

"But, Mr. Reza prefers to be with Mrs Daini, right?" chirping.

"really. Uh, I-I mean I like both." Direct clumsy. Hahaha, Reza sir caught my trap.

"Geez, you're being honest. You guys prefer Daini, don't you?" accuse mr. Aksa. Reza and I agreed to be quiet. We didn't make a deal first.

"Hmm, that's it. Honestly, I also prefer Neng Daini."

"Haha."

Me and Reza spontaneously laughed together. Dih, even though we did not make a deal. Geez, Daini's ears must be ringing. You're lucky, Dai. You are liked by Mr. Aksa.

Then Mr. Aksa was busy playing his phone. From his expression clearly showed shock. Duh, what's going on? Then he called someone.

"Bil, you move into my mobi yes, we have to talk" he said.

Bill? He doesn't mean Sabil, does he? Yeah, definitely not. But---. When Mr. Reza pulled the car over to the shoulder of the road, my feelings became unpleasant, but still hope if my guess is wrong.

"Should be discussed now Uu, can not be anticipated."

Huh huh? Uu? Who else's 'uh? Oh God. What other mystery is this?

"Just like Uu has to move to my car, waiting in kilomoter 105," he said in a note of emphasis, then ended the call.

"Tumben 'tuh son dare to stall my orders," muttered Aksa sir.

"His Sabil is probably of personal interest, sir. But he refused directly," said Mr. Reza.

What's?! So it is true that Bil referred to Pak Aksa was Sabil Linglungan. Then who is that Uu?

I'm getting restless. My ass suddenly got hot. I just want to get out of the car and take the bus. But it's not good the same Mr. Aksa. When else do I get a car with the Supervisory Board.

"I love it when you call him Uu. The call was an idea of where 'sih?" ask Reza sir.

"Uu was the favorite call of the General to Sabil when Sabil was a child. So, I like to go along and call him Uu too. Me and Komjen sir are sohibs from childhood, sir. The term of the current period is me and Komjen it's bestie. It is said to be taken from the word Sabilulungan. She was about to be called Lulu, but her Sabil was angry because it was like a call for girls."

Oh, so that's where you're from. Sip, the material to bully it increases again.

"Haha."

Pak Aksa and Mr. Reza are laughing. They didn't realize they were laughing over my suffering. Seriously, I don't want a car like that guy. My hope that what Pak Aksa meant was someone else, dashed already.

Fix, Bil and Uu which Pak Aksa referred to was Pak Sabil. Inevitably, I had to figure out a way not to have to interact with that human. I don't want to be caught with Aksa if my attitude isn't sweet.

Because in front of Mr. Screen Printing I always can't control myself. Don't let Mr. Aksa know that I'm a bit of a bar-bar. In any case, I have to show a good impression in front of my superiors.

Slowly but surely, I yawned slowly. This is the only idea I can do to get rid of this problem. Yes, yes, pretend to sleep.

I closed my eyes as the car arrived, and he got out of the car to get into the car. Shit, my heart was pounding when I realized he was coming in and sitting next to me. The perfume smell. His breath even sounded so clear.

Noooo. Ibuuu, help me!

Hold, hold. You have to be patient, Kristi. Remember, in front of the Big Boss must keep the image.

"Why are you and Zul hiding this matter from me?! Mr. Reza walk!"

Mr. Aksa's words made me more uncomfortable and of course more depressed. It seems like they are going to be discussing something very serious.

"Sorry, Sir. I kept it a secret from you on Zulfi's orders. I mean, by order of Mr. Zulfikar."

"Does that kid feel cool?!" What are they talking about? I'm kepo.

"Sorry Sir. Maybe Mr. Zulfikar did it because he didn't want to trouble you. What's more you'll still have to control and not fully recover" explained Mr. Sabil.

But, not while holding my hand is also sluggish! Basic Screen Printing! He's looking for a chance at narrowness.

Aarghs!

I want to scream. But, it's kind of warm too 'sih. Damnit damnit! What am I thinking?!

"You and Zul are the same! Neither do you appreciate me! You think I'll just shut up?! I also know the mastermind!"

Oh my God, this is serious. I got scared. I hope my hand is not as spontaneous as holding the hand of Mr. Screen Printing.

"Pak Aksa's. We have to work pretty. They're not just anyone. What Mr. Zulfikar did in my opinion is appropriate. Because, if we are rash, the stakes are companies and thousands of employees. Mr. Zulfikar thought of their fate." And his hand still holds mine.

"It turns out, he is much more dangerous than Angel," murmured Mr. Aksa. I don't know what's being talked about. But I do know that Angel is the Director's ex.

"Yes, Sir. Therefore I advise Zulfi to run a surefire trick. Pretend not to know and be quiet. Like them, we also have to involve a third person. Mr. Zulfikar and I have found a way."

"You mean? The way?"

"The third man's idea is from me. But the steps came from the idea of Zulfi. Zulfi will involve one of the leading media to make big news about the mastermind behind the hit-and-run. Other media will assume. Well that assumption that comes to the public that will later contain the facts of their involvement."

Gosh, getting serious. Exclamations, 'nih. But unfortunately, I started to sleep real.

"If she's not pregnant yet" murmured Mr. Aksa.

"Zulfi is also thinking that way, sir. After all, the boy had absolutely nothing to do with this matter."

"And I suspect they're using the pregnancy as a shield."

"I think so too" said Mr. Sabil.

"Wait, is Misti trustworthy? Mr. Sabil, Mr. Aksa, we're talking about a serious problem" said Reza, stopping the steering.

What's?! I'm getting goosebumps.

"I assure you he's on our side. He's her best friend, Ms. Daini. I'd like to be his guarantee. If he does things that are off the mark, I will be responsible and ready to be the first to finish him off" said Mr. Sabil.

Aaa, he pinched the back of my hand. Damnit damnit! This guy seems to know that I'm pretending to be asleep.

Noooo.

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Iptu Sabil Sabilungan

This is my expression when I received a call from Mr. Aksa to move to his car. I stopped at the rest area. I was going to eat first. I'm actually lazy to meet him, but .... But what is it?

He didn't think I was pretending to be asleep. Hahaha, sorry it's not that easy. I then rubbed his head to lean on my shoulder. Pak Aksa and Pak Reza who saw from the rearview looked surprised.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm a cop. In any case it should protect," I explained. Seriously, I can't help but laugh.

Euhh.

I bit my lip because he pinched my arm in retaliation.

"Yes already, Mr. Reza, let's go again," exclaimed Mr. Aksa.

"Good, sir."

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...~Tbc~...