Not Prince
Foreign Men

A middle-aged man who has entered the age of 47 years, old sudha? Age is age but not with his body and soul, the man who has brown irises and white skin is very, very characteristic of western people. His hair is always neatly arranged and his body straight. A sharp look and also a cold face. It's been two days now that he's missed a recovery, he said,

And the good news is he will return to Indonesia to pick up the child who helped him that night.his appearance remains cool with his casual clothes wrapped. Akh is not exactly casual but a shirt that he considers casual, black shirt and black material pants, wearing shiny shoes and sitting in his wheelchair.

This is the simplest dress he has.

“Master has enough attention with those girls.we have to leave now.” His subordinate turned a lazy eyeball looking at the master who constantly spread his charm to the crazy uyang girls sugarrdady. Please the master is the ideal type of sugar dady, but remember you are old enough so it is not appropriate to be sugar dady again but more to the grandfather sugar hoho..

Commemorated Karen stared at Gibran songong.”Just say you're envious. I'm just losing age not charm, you're the one who's young losing to my charm His chin is being raised looking at his opponent arrogantly. It further made the sound of the girls screaming hysterically looking at him which was very handsome for them. Karen is smiling more and more arrogant as if to say hay see my charm is very big right? Hoho.

Gibran stared at him dislikes.”Hey mister see this.”He showed his charm there. Tidying up his tie and looking at the girls who saw their lemongrass earlier he smiled and blinked one eye.

Kyaa. Gibran smiled proudly at the master showing his action. Like saying. Hey mister look. I'm doing good, right?? hoho

Karen's there mocking. "I can also.see this.”He looked at the girls there and blinked one eye as well..

Kyaa.... Dady sugar..!!!

Shouts like rainwater were coming back to them. Karen's laughter sounded very thick. He lowered his eyebrows looking at Gibran as if to show. ‘Hey man I didn't lose. I told you I only lose age not charm.’

Gibran there gnawing.” Actually master said people if being overconfident was not good. But since you're old and I'm still young I have to give in, don't you?”He asked politely but in a tone mocking his master.

His master looked at him sniffing.”I am only old age but not with my charm.!!!” His words licked Gibran's head but not hit by the head just hit the wind because he was sitting.

Gibran there looked at him mocking.”Tydak got..!!!” His ejek then dodged. Karen looked at him sharply and Gibran taunted him with his dented lips.

Karen just held back her laughter seeing Gibran's expression that was like a five-year-old boy struggling with his friend.

If you think Karen and Gibran are like any other rich man with a flat face,. Low, cold, erratic humor you're wrong. Karen is not that person, she likes humor, she likes to joke and is also friendly to people she knows. Remember only to certain people not to people he does not know, it seems like the average human being so right? and so is Gibran. He was not a figure like the other right-handed man who had a dark aura, he was a lazy aura and also unfriendly. He's chatty and tough.

“Ehemmm sorry the master of the plane has finished preparing. Let's.”One of the many guards went there to meet his master.

His master there cleared his throat for a moment then nodded. Gibran there chuckled at his master. He walked first to make Karen stab slowly. “Fucking gibran. Push my chair..!!!” His cry echoes to see Gibran walking without sin.,

Giobran patted his forehead slowly.”Sorry to forget sir if master is now disabled.” Mumbled turned.

Karen looked at him sharply.” I'LL SEW YOUR LIPS LATER. PLEASE REMIND ME..!” Pressya yells. Gibran chuckled as he pushed Karen. This has been the umpteenth time Karen said the same thing to him but never happened.

“And your salary will I pot 50% this month for being rude to the boss. You should learn ethics again later.”

Karen There looked at him with a no less glaring gaze. ” I'm the boss so no effort pretending to be mister.” Karen was trying to make Gibran crybaby.

“ Base old Bangka smell ground.”His whisper.

“Gibran..!!!”

The journey to Indonesia is quite long, even reaching 24 hours. But the plane he was wearing was a private plane, there was a room, a bed, food. Everything is complete calm down so do not worry if you want to defecate or urinate okay...

After spending a very long time Karen and Gibran experienced Jet Lag which due to different time cycles makes him sick Understandably in the country they occupy it has a frilly stone in Indonesia for 8 hours, and the, those who reach Indonesia when it is night. It's very dark here.

Gibran prepared for Karen's need to get out of the plane with the help of some beautiful artists. When getting off the plane there are many bodyguards waiting and helping to descend the master of the plane that was forced to be carried first by Gibran.

Honestly Gibran and Karen themselves amused if bgeini but want how else? Karen was still very weak by putting her feet on the floor. There was something piercing in his heart and made him breathless. It was probably due to gunshot wounds and also severe stabbing in his stomach and heart

“Gibran we just went to see the guy. I can't wait.”Karen said when she moved in the wheelchair.

Gibran there shakes.”Tomorrow only sir. It's been very night so better sir go home first to rest.”His words forbid his master. Not forbidding more precisely giving advice. Hey, he's the waiter.

Karen there shakes firmly.” There is no objection this time. Besides I have enough rest on the plane. I'm not there to work just to sleep and eat so not tired stupid.” Ketus.

Gibran sighed at his master who said indisputable.”Biak mr.”

He gave up his wheelchair “Sorry I have to ask you from his guard first.” He took off the wheelchair on one of the guards. And he walked the other side calling someone. Karen just nodded her head towards the prepared car outside the airport.

It doesn't take much time one solid black car with a billion price that stops in front of Karen. Then there are two black cars that jeff and also one sports car that is equally expensive behind him. It's a car for the guards. Seen Karen assisted by the guard entered and followed by Gibran sitting next to him.

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Don't forget to leave a trail!