My 100th Secretary's
Travel to Brussels

The PRC Group Building Manhattan New York

Bayu arrived at his office late in the afternoon and saw Ajeng was busy tidying up all his work. The man glanced at his Patek Philippe clock which showed at 16:55 p.m.

It's time to go home from work.

"Oh sir Bayu. Where have you been? I had to hold many promises and move after my father came home from Brussels" said Ajeng plainly.

"How many promises was that?"

"There are two pack but fortunately his assistant called first so not careless (can not meet when coming ). Wait, what's bad English?" gumam Ajeng with Indonesian.

"No, Nemu, Jeng. The Javanese language is not all can be interpreted clearly either using Indonesian or other languages."

"Java is practical sir. Try if asked this way. 'You see my book?' Surely if the Indonesian people will answer 'I don't know', or the British will say 'I Don't know '. But nek wong Jowo must have answered 'Mbuh!' Briefly solid clearly understand!" said Ajeng beranalogi.

Bayu just smiled smirk. "Karepmu Jeng (it's up to you Jeng ). You want to go home?"

"Yes sir. Want to chase the train let not uyel-uyelan." Ajeng took his bag. "Sir, is it PMS?"

"Huh?"

"Sir Bayu is like a girl to be able to, muring is not clear. Sir, if the show is Miss Gemintang and Mr. Raj is being watched by a Federal agent, yes, yes. Wong's wedding event is being watched... Let's just say no need to hire a bodyguard sir! It is not enough to increase the cost of security" cengir Ajeng.

"You tuh! It's home! You take care of the office tomorrow! I leave early in the morning for Brussels!" expel Bayu.

"Be careful, sir. Don't forget the Indian nari. Good afternoon. Assalamualaikum" said Ajeng while nodding respectfully.

"Wa'alaikum salam. Be careful Jeng" Bayu replied as he watched his secretary go and get off the elevator with some of his co-workers on the 15th floor.

Bayu went into his study and saw that there were no traces of coffee cups and dishes containing klepon that had been spent. His table is neatly arranged and Ajeng's characteristic is that he gives a small post it each file with a memo to provide information to Bayu if he fixes but also arranged easily. Bayu smiled as he touched the files and kept them in a drawer.

The man then took the passport that was in the vault behind the Yuna Pratomo painting hanging in his room and walked out of his study.

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On board the O'Grady Family's plane en route to Brussels the next day

Bayu looked dreamy looking at the view outside the window of his family plane. On board were the McCloud family, Blair Lawyer and O'Grady himself. Both Opa and Oma Bayu did not participate and chose to stay in the Blair mansion located on Staten Island.

Nadira and Pedro looked excited after Biana who was busy walking with her typical step in the plane making all anxious with the grandson of Rajendra McCloud.

Radeva and Devan, the youngest son of Rama McCloud seem to be busy themselves - alone with his MacBook and mobile phone. Bayu saw Nadya also seemed fun alone with Omar Zidane playing games on his phone, no matter what. Nelson was also busy calling Marisol to discuss the case they were working on together.

"Why are you?" radeva asked who came to Bayu's chair sitting alone. The MacBook on her desk was open but there was no movement there making Radeva confused.

This time the workaholic did nothing... Usually once it has taken off immediately busy work without caring about anything else - inner Radeva.

"No papa, Deva" replied Bayu ngambang.

"Still thinking will be supervised event mbak Mintang?" ask Radeva.

"Not to think about it! Make skinny know not mas" kekeh Radeva.

"Hmmm..."

Radeva's phone rang and the man smiled as he found out who was calling. Bayu's soul was intrigued to know who called.

"Assalamualaikum Aya.." Radeva.

Aya? Who else is that? Not Ajeng?

"I? I'm already on the plane. What are you asking for?" Hearing from the tone of Radeva's voice, Bayu could judge that her sister was nothing with this girl named Aya.

"Why do girls ask for chocolate? Like in New York there's no chocolate" Radeva said. "Yes, the center of Belgium is chocolate... Just don't ask for the contents of Herge's museum. Can be caught by the police I'll take Tintin's collection."

Bayu pretended to start opening the stock movement of his family company but his ears still listened to Radeva's conversation.

"OKAY. I'll bring you the most premium chocolate hampers! It was eaten" Radeva said again. "See you next week at a shooting practice. Assalamualaikum."

Bayu turned towards Radeva. "Who's Va?"

"Redford Ganiya. The girl I approached. Team boy shot at the Olympics and my underclassman at NYU" Radeva replied as she was.

"Lho's? Are you the same as Ajeng?"

"Ajengs? Lha Ajeng is like a friend ghibah change not clear unfaedah mas" gelak Radeva. "He's a mah where his son slabs. Ajeng said, as long as you can chat friends who understand Indonesian and Javanese it is a blessing. We are nothing."

Somehow Bayu felt relieved to hear his sister had gotten a prospective lover.

"Don't get your bad breath! Remember you have a lot of fancies in the company, Ajeng will get hit again!"

"Easy. Later I take Aya to the company, right on diem all that ciwik-ciwik" Radeva with a plain face.

Bayu just nodded and started his workaholic mode making Radeva just shake her head.

Didn't I know you were as jealous as me, did you? Basic Twister! - Radeva's inner self while smiling smirk. Be darn dummy! You are like Oma Kaia, insensitive to your own feelings. Wait, how can I be sorry for Ajeng ya assessed by the wind Lisus...

Radeva also chose to leave Bayu who began busy working and sitting with Devan. The son of Reana O'Grady and Pandu Dewanata glanced at Bayu. At least you're starting to be somewhat human. So as not to think only work!

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