Lady'S Gentleman
Arrivals

Millady is in the VIP lounge room of the arrival lounge, which is reserved for Bataragunadi family private jet aircraft.

He twirled the tip of his cardigans anxiously as he darted many times toward the newly arrived plane and parked his body on the runway.

"Sit down, honey. They'll be here." Sebastian sits casually on one of the sofas, with a cigar at the corner of his lips and coffee at the next table.

"Ma.mmm..." Milady did not want to sit down. But he was tired as well because the content was getting bigger.

Finally he gave up and sat down next to Sebastian.

"Eh, look. You went viral on insta*gram." Sebastian says while showing the phone screen.

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Milady sneered at her tag.

"Rice. The old photo is also. I'll just post another big one like this." Sahut.

Sebastian grinned as he kissed the back of his hand.

"Later comment netizens make you upset. Just one wacan." Said Sebastian.

"I don't want to find fame, anyway. Instaw*gramku just old kucuekin. It's just a promotional photo of the house."

"Hm. Many people claim to know you. A talented genius." Sebastian's Sahut.

"Ck. Just cuekin." Milady leaned back while stroking her stomach.

Ravana kicked it once. It seems that the fetus was trying to calm his mother.

"Ih, the soleh again seduced me. Hihi." Milady giggles.

"She knows you're a baper." Said Sebastian.

And two people appeared who were waiting for him.

Milady got up and approached them half-running, before Sebastian could warn him not to move too much.

He hugged Arman and Dimas together.

Sebastian sighed looking at it, with a faint smile.

Thank goodness everything is okay. Now just seduce the Chief Justice so that it can be more sincere to release Ayumi and not much 'cing-cong'.

The woman who was next to Arman approached Sebastian.

The white-haired man frowned.

Who is this beautiful woman? His movements, graceful and flexible yet signifies high confidence.

He smiled at Sebastian while looking down at him and raising his hand.

"Sama-Sebastian. Thank you for bringing us here."

Ayumi Voice.

"Hm. This face of yours is more suited to your personality." Said Sebastian. "I'm impressed strong and strong."

He shook Ayumi's hand.

The ring had been ringed on the woman's ring finger.

"The creation of God is more perfect, Sebastian-Sama. Over time, my temperament may change." Ayumi.

"Of the hell?" Milady approached them.

"Rady-San." Ayumi bowed her head in salute.

"God. You are so beautiful!" Milady hugged him.

Uh!

Warm...

A mother's embrace. Sincere and gentle, with a sweet fragrance.

"You healthy?" whispered Milady. "Definitely tired, now there is me who accompanies you."

Ayumi's tears poked past her cheeks.

I don't know why.

He misses hugs like this.

It calms and gives strength.

"Wah wow. Why is my life not far from you! Bored of me." Sebastian's Sahut.

"Si Boss has sarcasm." Dimas.

"Eh, but it's delicious while in Japan I'm not bothered at all. No phone at dawn, no 'quick take care of this-quick take care of it'." Arman said half insinuatingly.

"Sir Arman did not exist, I was told. Dimas, mopping shiratal mustaqim! Dimas, meeting with Raqib-Atid!" Fizz Dimas.

"Nwowur..." Sebastian Mumbled. "You've been getting worse lately. If stress is the same Meli said it was." Sebastian flips his body and walks first.

"And I just said the stress is the same Genderuwo Taman Lawang." Whisper Dimas to Arman.

"I'm sorry well, I'm happy to take Mr. Dimas. That's why the person can't resist." Arman embraces Dimas' shoulder.

"Sir Arman is talking about real love..." Dimas grumbled while chuckling wryly.

*****

"Well..." With a sparkle Ayumi looked around the room.

They've reached Arman's apartment.

"I can only just love this for you. Thankfully I have not sold. I was going to buy a house in Japan." Sahut Arman's.

"It's enough." Ayumi said with a smile.

He missed this mood.

The place is fighting with Arman.

Watching Korean dramas while crying.

Even on tv there are still marks of knife scratches stuck, when the first incident he 'interacted' with Arman.

"Too many memories here. More than my parents' house and my old apartment Mikaeru bought. I've both been handed over to the housing agency." Ayumi.

"Hm. Why is my apartment so memorable?"

Arman placed Ayumi's suitcase in front of the dining table and approached Ayumi, who was stroking a knife-cut sign, on her flat television screen.

"Eitherway. Maybe, because I always imagined this arrogant look of yours in every corner of the house." Ayumi Sahut.

Arman hugged her from behind.

Then kissed his neck.

The fragrance she missed.

They could not linger in Japan after successfully meeting. They clean up as fast as lightning and take a taxi across the prefecture to the Japanese Embassy.

And sure enough, it has not been up to an hour, there has been a tear apart Ayumi's house.

Either from intel or the remains of Yamaguci's men.

The agency's mobile phones must also be destroyed.

"My apartment's the safest, actually. Since the thugs in this country could get paid and negotiate, Fadil Day had no followers, all just paid people. So you stay here is right." Said Arman.

"I don't know why the government kept me there, anyway. But it looks like I'm not going home in a long time..." Ayumi flipped her body while putting both of her hands on Arman's shoulders.

And looked into the man's eyes.

"I have one more question. About your concubine collection." Ayumi Sahut. But his eyes twinkle was impressed.

"I told you I don't have another concubine, Medusa." Barbecue Arman.

"Yes I believe. But I'm curious about 'this one'."

"If it's Janet's problem, I don't answer ya."

"Hm. I wanna hear. What's?"

Arman while reopening his girl collection folder which he should have double padlocked in his brain.

Looking around for who Ayumi meant.

"Woman in elevator, German, blonde, designer this bracelet. Erren Erren's. Who is he you?"

Gosh darn.

Sandra Ellen

Errhc...

Arman in his heart.

"I'm lazy to talk about him." Complain Arman.

"I'D like to talk about him." Ayumi keukeuh said.

"It matters a lot, anyway, pretty. Later you sulk even mess up the romantic atmosphere."ih."

"Oooo, that's how you feel about him." Ayumi understood immediately.

"I didn't have any feelings for you yet."

"Hm. What about now?"

"He's with the others."

"But dong's heart?"

"Ngga. When I heard that he was already with 'the others', I again was afraid to look for you. So technically, it's not a heartbreak. But more to... I don't care about anyone else but you."

"You're really a woo well. Professionals as well."

"Don't squash dong." Arman kissed Ayumi's cheek.

"One more question." Ayumi.

"Padded..." Complain Arman.

So no mood.

Thought the man.

"Honestly, where would you prefer? My face is now, or what it used to be." Ask Ayumi with hopeful eyes.

"What first."

Ayumi immediately kissed her lips.

The woman seemed pleased with Arman's reply.

First kiss since they met.

Oh my goodness, it tastes so sweet. Until the brain is absorbed!

Thought Arman as he closed his eyes, sipping on Ayumi's taste.

Unknowingly she joined her arms around Ayumi's waist.

"I love you." Ayumi let go of her kiss. "My dear..."

And kiss Arman again.

Gosh darn.

My heart why is beating!

I miss this.

Just this one.

Honestly, after he 'abandoned' Ayumi, he seemed numb to all the women.

He only has Ayumi.

What's the woman doing?

Is it enough to eat, enough to drink?

Is it in good condition?

How's health?

And all kinds of questions that no one can answer.

And when Arman remembers his activities with other women, he feels disgusted. He often even took a shower.

He feels dirty...

How could I do that 'thing' too often?

Am I crazy?!

Her thought.

And when he finally spent time distracting himself, by walking alone around the city, when he returned home instead...

"I want to show you something." Hisses.

Ayumi's away.

"Hm?" The woman's eyebrows are raised, but not as expressive as they used to be. Probably because of her plastic surgery.

"Here..." His fizz while holding Ayumi, headed towards the closet.

"Eh, is there another closet?" Ask Ayumi.

There's one more closet built up next to Arman's wardrobe. Made in harmony with the old.

"Yes. It's your closet." Arman grinned.

"My fingers?" Ask Ayumi.

"He'em."

And Arman shifted the door.

It was full of women's clothes.

With various colors.

Most of it is still in plastic.

There are also a lot of shoes and sandals in various models.

Also a collection of bags, there are some gifts from Milady on display there, the rest is new.

Then on the edge, there's glass with neon, and makeup.

Complete...

Ayumi until stunned.

"Ares?" Ask slowly.

"Hm... I'm trying to pass the time. Finally come back here and bring it. All in your size." Arman stared at the contents of the closet grimly, as he remembered his solitude.

"Oh." That's the only word that came out of Ayumi's mouth.

The woman was shocked.

But also very happy.

"This is the result of saving for months. Ah, this one, I bought from my first salary at BNN." Arman picked up a pair of shoes that were 10cm high. Red with a sprinkling of gems. Famous local designer brands.

"I think if you wear it, it must be really sexy. Hehe." He grins.

Ayumi bit her lip.

Then he took the shoes from Arman's hand.