GIRL IN RED
CHAPTER 351. ARE YOU MUTE?
Dion who was still clad in a white towel on his waist approached Joana who slowly retreated with a frightened expression. “Where were you yesterday?” Dion repeated the question.
Joana still chose silence, she was confused by the man in front of her who knew what he meant to ask like that. Last thing Joana remembers, they had nothing to do but that night?
So, why suddenly this man asked where he was? Wherever he goes it's none of his business and he doesn't have to report everything he did to Dion, right? Who is he? Did Dion do this to me because I took a hundred billion?”
“Why are you quiet? Can't your mouth talk anymore? Mute? Hem?” Dion gets closer and Joana is pushed because her back hit the wardrobe.
“Aduh!” his erang. His hands were still crossed in front of his chest holding his torn shirt revealing his smooth shoulders.
“Ehm....” only that comes out of Joana's mouth. He was so scared that he could not speak.
“Is this how you dress when you leave the house? All the workers there are men, Cih! You are too proud to show off your body Miss Ganesha!” Dion sneered and there was no longer any distance between them because Dion had squeezed him.
“Ughh....go there!” Joana tried to push the man's body. His eyes were rounded as he felt his hands touch Dion's breastplate wearing nothing.
“A satisfied you hold my body? Looks like you like hem?” Dion caught Joana's hands and gripped her tightly over Joana's head.
She quickly******* Joana's lips for the umpteenth time without Joana being able to avoid. His leg tried to kick but Dion's leg pressed him down so he couldn't move anymore.
“You have to answer me every time I ask! Understand you?”
“Mr Harimurti! You've gone too far! Why did you kiss me without my permission? Why would I answer you and report to you? Who are you? I know you're very powerful and I don't care! If you want to destroy me! Fine! You have managed to do it! Satisfied? Or will you be more satisfied to see me die? Aye? If that's what you want, then I'll do it! You jerk!” Joana whose emotions are no longer able to control herself.
He had forgotten who the man he had cursed. He kept shouting curses and vanishing all his anger at Dion. While the man just silently looked at her with a faint smile.
“Already? Continue if there is more!” dion said casually.
Joana took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling so her emotions. “So get out there! I want to go home!” joana looked at Dion sharply.
“Have I given you permission to go home? Go if you dare!”
“Release! I'll give you your money back! You and I have no more business!” Joana stomped Dion's hand after she felt the man's grip begin to loose. He quickly ran to the door holding his shirt.
As he held the door handle, for some reason the door opened itself and a bodyguard stood in front of the door. Joana was stunned without a second thought because the desire to escape was so great she lunged at the bodyguard but just as the bodyguard was about to capture Joana, a commanding voice sounded from inside the room.
“Release! Let him go!”
Joana ran but she still had time to hear Dion's words. His fear made Joana keep running until she was really quite far from the residence of Harimurti.
He looked back and made sure no one was chasing him. He stopped while bending over holding his knees in a breath.
“Damn it! My feet hurt so much! I have to get out of here!” Joana pulls out her phone from her small bag and orders an online taxi that takes her home.
“Joana! You why? Your clothes are torn like that?” Jayanti looks anxious when she sees her son coming home in a mess and a torn shirt.
“I'm fine bu.” replied Joana.
“Good how? Your shirt to tear like this?”
“Oh this....so I was at my cafe doing some things there. Accidentally my shirt that I had on the nail was torn. I immediately rushed home.”
Jayanti, who could not believe it, looked at her son from head to foot. Feeling that only Joana's shirt is torn, she also believes in her daughter.
“Good. Change your clothes.”
“Good ma'am!” Joana felt relieved and went straight to her room. “Fuuuhhh! Thankfully I believe!”
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At the Rafaldi Group building, Arimbi was busy discussing with Renaldi about the factory. It turns out that Renaldi is not only great in the management business but he also mastered the engineering field. Renaldi studied engineering, then he went on to major in business management.
“How about reject products? According to the data, the percentage of PVC boards that reject is quite high over the last two months.”, said Renaldi read a report from the factory manager.
“Ehm...I've been to the factory to check! The problem can already be handled, because the high demand of clients with short deadlines resulted in the reject product increasing. This is a report I got from the production section for this week has experienced a significant decline.”
Arimbi explained to Renaldi the results of the factory review that he did. He smoothly spoke without pause, in just a short time he had already begun to understand his work. Renaldi seemed to smile with satisfaction at Arimbi's explanation. ‘Mr Emir is lucky to have a smart wife like Arimbi. I'm sure if he stays focused then he'll make it!’ he murmured in the heart.
Tok tok tok.
“Iya log in.” replied Arimbi.
“Sorry Mistress!” said a female staff member who works as a receptionist.
“Iya, what's up?” asked Arimbi astonished because not usually the receptionist went up to the top floor. He glanced at the girl and saw that there was a paperbag in her hand.
“Ehm..ini Lady. There's a deposit for Madam! Said from Serkan Family residence.”
“Hah? Who was driving?”
“Ehm. He said he was a waiter at Serkan Residence, if not wrong, he said his name was Desi.” said the girl smiled.
“Oh, just put it here.” said Arimbi pointing to the table in front of him. “Thank you.”
“I'll say goodbye Madam.”
Arimbi stared at the two paperbags with a frown. ‘Desi? Why did he come all the way here?’
“What's the Madam?” asked Renaldi who saw Arimbi silent.
“Ah is okay! I was just thinking about why the waiter came all the way here. Let me check first what this side is.” said Arimbi then looked at Renaldi. “Please call my name only.”
Arimbi opened the first paper bag containing food, there is grain salad, grilled chicken, mash potato. Then he opened a second paper bag that turned out to contain fresh fruits and juices. And a storied row that I don't know what it's all about.
He took a bottle of juice and gave it to Renaldi. “This is for you.”
“Thank you.”
“Do not hesitate! I'm Emir's wife, your best friend, right?’ arimbi smiled, watching some food. ‘Tumben they sent me food?’