NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#70
Volvo xc 90 silver car was seen entering the gate of the house after the sound of the bell several times. There was a man of short stature coming out of the car.
Mr. Efendi." sighed Castella with a happy smile.
Castella who stood on the balcony of the house smiled and signaled the security guard to take Efendi up. Castella immediately turned her body and rushed to welcome Efendi in the living room.
"Welcome, sir," said Castella. He put his hand out. Mr. Efendi greeted him and kissed the back of Castella's hand. Castella blushed in shame.
"Please sit down, sir" said Castella.
"Hey, you go to the kitchen. Make a drink for you," Castella said to the security guard who was still standing behind Efendi.
"Not to Castella." Castella blushed in embarrassment Efendi called her dik.
"I have a drink in the car. Please bring yes, along with the glass," said Mr. Efendi while looking back. The security guard immediately rushed to the car. Shortly afterwards he returned with a bottle of drink wrapped in black cloth and two glasses.
"This is what I brought to our toast, Dik Castella," said Mr. Efendi as he pulled out a red wine bottle from the wrapper. Castella watched the drink. He never saw the drink, not even on the shelves of Yulian Wibowo's drink collection.
"Fenpolds grange hermitage"
Castella read in her heart the inscription that was in the bottle. He sighed while raising both his eyebrows.
"It's red wine from Australia, Dik Castella. It's the most expensive wine in the world. This drink was auctioned in 2004 at a price of 38,420 US dollars per bottle. If it is broken around..," Mr. Efendi tapped his forehead with his finger.
"About 534 million rupiah per bottle. This wine has been in storage since 1951 in Australia. Equivalent to the incredible taste," continued Efendi sir. He then poured the wine into the two glasses in front of him very carefully. He did not want a single drop of wine to drip outside the glass.
Castella shook her head.
Wow, amazing!" compliments amazed.
Mr. Efendi smiled. After closing the bottle, he handed the glass in front of him to Castella. Castella moved her head so that the security guard who was still standing behind Efendi to come out. The guard bowed his head and came out.
"Please try, Dik Castella. Drinking this is like putting 534 million rupiahs in our throats" Efendi said.
"Money is indeed the most delicious world thing to discuss, even after it melts in this drink," continued Efendi. He thrust a glass in his hand and gently touched it to Castella's glass. He then drank his drink until it was finished. His tongue was sticking out all over the surface of his black lips, like he didn't want anything left. Castella smiled and sipped her drink.
"Aagh.., amazing, Mr. Efendi. The pleasure of this drink will be the wisdom of our cooperation today until the next day" said Castella. He held his thumb.
"Ok, let's just get straight to the point of our conversation. What should I do for Dik Castella, and what advantages can I get from this cooperation," said Mr. Efendi after noticing the rolex clock in his hand.
Castella. He leaned his body firmly on the chair.
"A lot, a lot, Mr. Efendi. One of them, Mr. Efendi, I will love one of my companies as a thank you for this cooperation" Castella said.
Mr. Efendi scrunched his forehead. He nodded small.
"A good offer. I'm interested, Dik Castella. And from the beginning, indeed I saw there was an awkwardness when there was a commotion in the office a few days ago. How is it possible, the mother as the legal wife of Mr. Yulian Wibowo can not get anything from the company. From that analysis, I concluded to accept Dik Castella's offer to work together," said Mr. Efendi.
"Well, this is the reality, sir. They have conspired to seize the assets of my late husband. From the very beginning we met, I've been convinced Mr. Efendi is a smart person" Castella said. Again, he thumbs up with a smile.
"But the problem is, I already do not have the money to hire a reliable lawyer if you want to sue them," Castella continued in a weak tone.
Mr. Efendi took out a pack of cigarettes from behind his suit. He took it out and lit it. He flicked the pack of cigarettes in front of him with his index finger and pointed to the front of Castella. Castella smiles. Take it and then ignite it. In an instant, cigarette smoke billowed into the room. Mr. Efendi leaned his body. One leg was raised above the other. He played with the cigarette smoke coming out of his mouth.
"certain, Sir. That's for sure" Castella said quickly. He nodded expectantly.
"Tomorrow, I will send one of my staff to pick up Dik Castella to my office. Faster, better," said Mr. Efendi steady. He came back to smoke his cigarettes.
The mood for a moment was silent. There is no more talk between them. Each one stared at each other. Mr. Efendi has been holding back his lust since Castella whispered something beautiful at the end of their conversation on the phone a few hours ago. Also during a meeting a few days ago at Castella's corporate office, made her chest rumble. Castella's blue eyes, as well as her pointed nose, make her impatient to enjoy it. Counting he can imagine being chatting with a bule artist. Castella who has understood the spirit of Efendi sir, immediately responded. He began to move his body to and fro with a flirtatious look. His clothes that had been exposed to the top, he deliberately lowered it again to show something big poking out from behind it. The blood of Efendi sir rippled. He really couldn't stand it.
Castella. Without saying anything, he walked slowly to and fro towards the door. Efendi, who had understood the gesture from Castella, immediately got up and followed Castella from behind to her room. His head shook as he looked at Castella's large rhymed butt.
* * *
There was a car horn coming from outside the gate. The guard who was sitting coolly at his guard post immediately got up and opened the gate. He appeared to be in a conversation with two long-haired men sitting in the front of the car. The security guard began to notice the two full of probes.
"I'm sorry, who you want to find, sir," said the security guard, looking at the two men with the roar's face.
"I'd like to see Castella, sir. Is mom home? ask one of them kindly.
"There's inside, sir. I have only one more guest" said the security guard.
"It's very important, sir. We ask you to tell our arrival mother. It's about Bu Rianti,"
The guard turned towards the house. He nodded his head.
"I tried first, sir," he said. He immediately stepped towards the house.
The security guard was silent when he found no one in the living room. There were only two glasses and a bottle of drink. He stared for a moment at the bottle. The bottle he heard was very expensive. He wondered what it was like. He came closer and opened the bottle. He poured it into a glass and drank it.
"False! What drink is this. Like stale rice," said the security guard grimacing as he spit repeatedly.
"Satan. You crazy man. Buy a cocky drink. Wasting money alone," his grunts as he ascended to the top level.
* * *
"Keep, continue, let's push on Mr. Efendi. Don'tstop. Prove that Mr. Efendi is indeed mighty," Castella said as she continued to squirm on her bed. Mr. Efendi who had prepared himself for an all-out battle continued to swerve over Castella's body. His sweat splashed and gathered on his distended stomach.
Tok.dok...
I heard knocking on the door from outside. Mr. Efendi stopped his movement. He looked at Castella. Castella's face looked irritatedly staring at the door.
"Bad. Who's that!" shouts Castella.
"I, Mom," replied someone from the outside. Castella knew the voice. That makes him even more upset.
"Your dog. Satpam. What do you want, you," cried Castella. Realizing it was Castella security guard, Efendi continued his activities. He doesn't care about Castella anymore.
"There's a guest, Mom. He said it was important that they bring news about non Rianti," replied the security guard with a voice that sounded vibrating.
"Agh! Tell them to wait in the living room. The insolent! watch you. I will punish you. Now, go there!" shouts Castella.
Castella holds the head of Efendi. He again wriggled as the faster Mr. Efendi moved his body. His entire strength was like he was at its peak. Until shortly afterwards, a loud shout of Castella accompanied the body of Efendi sir slammed next to Castella's body. He sighed weakly.