Not Struggled (R4)
°BDJ 1: SON OF GOD & SON OF LUCIFER
BDJ 1 🌼 : SON OF GOD & SON OF LUCIFER
“And those who hurt the believers men and women, without any faults they have made, they have borne real lies and sins.”—Q.S Al-Ahzab (verse :59)
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The sound of loud music that resonates becomes a characteristic. Flashing disco lights, the sound of music blended by the hands of the Dish jockey makes the humans who jog in the dance floor area more crazy. The smell of burning tobacco, mingled with the smell of sweat, the aroma of various types of alcoholic beverages, even the aroma of hot romance. Blend into one in a place called night clubs.
As long as his feet entered a place that 27 years had never once stepped on, maniknya several times turned his gaze to haphazard direction. The person who jogged crazy in the dance floor area, the person who was kissing, the person who was drunk and berating the bartender, became the first three things that filled his eyesight.
He never had any intention of entering this illegal place. It was just that the encouragement from the external party made him end up in this place as well. At this time he should be able to enjoy a break on a soft and comfortable hotel bed. Not even silence in this haram place, fostering sin in his eyes and ears.
"C'mon Capt Nath, drink it" said the perpetrator who had made it to this place.
"No, thanks. You know for yourself I don't drink alcohol," he declined to the point.
"Woah, Asian good man,” praise one of the men sitting near the interlocutor.
"Don't be so Capt Nath, you're making me sad just like this." Joan—si abuser re-opens.
The thin smile on the handsome face typical of the Asian man was painted. The clean skin is not white like porcelain skin around it. However, the sturdy jawed handsome man looked dazzling under the dim light of the disco. Make the naughty women there look at him fixed, full of desire.
"So, can I find a friend for your night, Capt Nath?" bargain Joan.
"No, thanks," replied the handsome navy-shirted man, not interested at all.
Joan squinted her eyes at it. "So you're just gonna be quiet here?"
"I don't drink alcohol, nor do I look for comfort women. I was stranded in this place because you, co-pilot Joan Adams,” replied to the interlocutor, tucked a lascivious tone in his voice.
The name owner laughed as he downed the remaining coktail in the sloki. "I think taking you to this place can make you happy because you can have fun. But apparently," he paused for a moment. "I was wrong. You are good man, son of God.”
The handsome navy-shirt man smiled faintly. God's son, huh? That praise is too high for human beings like that still does not escape forgetfulness and sin. He never approached alcohol, nor did he ever use women for pleasure. For him both of these things are a challenge. Two things that can be addictive and ruin the future. After all, he was from a small digembleng in order to always live in a straight path. Neither in matters of ideals, nor in love.
"If you don't want anything here, you better listen to my story, Capt Nat."
The man in white with semi-brown spots was speechless. He managed to fool Nathan by inviting the man to visit an art show. Though he wanted to take Nathan to club night to fill their rest schedule.
"In this place a lot of influential people from various fields, such as state apparatus, successful entrepreneurs, doctors, lawyers, singers, and others." Joan begins the story. "It is in this place that they spend time searching for the heaven of the world. You know, look for alcohol or lub*ng to forget the tiredness of worldly affairs."
The handsome man did not refuse if the words of his colleague were true. It was not one or two expensive men in suits that he had met in this place. They are busy with their own activities.
"More this is the European continent, this is very common." Joan is back. "But I'm proud of you,” he said as he patted his colleague on the shoulder.
"So far you're the most powerful man of faith I've found."
The man Joan called the capt Nath smiled slightly. "You mean?"
"You son of god. Your religious foundation is strong, man. I really salute you."
Nathan, the handsome man in the navy suit whose arms were rolled up to a quarter was smiling little. He and Joan have known each other for a long time. They met because they worked on the same flight deck, worked on the same airline.
So far, the Norwegian and British Caucasian man has always been a flexible partner. Able to put yourself at various opportunities. Joan also appreciated her fellows and the religion and beliefs she professed.
"You see that guy with the woman in the red dress on the couch?" joan's chin moved to the side. “If you are a child of God, then the man with him is the son of lucifer.”
Nathan looked for a second, then looked back. Her lips were softly muttered, but they could be caught by Joan. "You just cursed?" guess Joan, looks unbelievable.
"Beristigfar."
"Peristigfar that, what?" Confused Joan.
"A sentence read to ask God for forgiveness."
Joan gawked at hearing it. “You ask forgiveness of your Lord for what? because seeing the woman in the red dress?”
The interlocutor did not answer, but the look on his face could be concluded as an answer by Joan. The woman Joan meant was a beautiful woman with curly blonde hair. The woman's body was wrapped in a fiery red dress made from latex that could not cover most of her curves.
"Oh my mood, I forgot about it. Then ignore it," Joan said with an awkward smile. "As you know, that woman is a young executive by day. In the evening, you can see for yourself his work.”
From his appearance Nathan could not deduce if the woman was a young executive. The woman wearing the fiery red dress that Joan had appointed earlier, was currently busy sharing saliva with a man who was much younger. Even the man's hands had touched everywhere.
Astagfirullah, Nathan felt a great sin because he had just turned his head.
"His name often appears in national business magazines. But, behind the scenes, everyone knows him as a gold digger. While the man with him is known as the son of Lucifer, the bastard."
"Hm, Joan—“
"He often slept with random women, every visit to this place.not to mention how many women he had slept with. Therefore he has a private VIP room in this club."
"Joan—“
"She was even rumored to have fucked the daughter of the defense minister—“
Not yet had the sentence completed, a sudden crushing blow strayed into Joan's jaw. Making the man stagger instantly because he was not ready to take a hit.
“What is my hand making noise?" said the deep bass voice, interrupting.
Joan was silent on the spot. He is not aware if the object of the material has moved and approached. The man who was cool with making out now made him die of lice.
"Talking about others behind her is a woman's habit." The man who owns the deep bass voice speaks with a thick British accent. His gray bead flashed darkly, staring at Joan.
Now they are the center of attention. Perhaps more precisely, the center of attention was the man before Joan. A beautiful man who has strong charisma, with an intimidating aura like the strongest predator at the top of the food chain.
"I'm definitely not the only one talking about you, am I?" joan asked undaunted. “Again that it's all a fact.”
The gray-mannered man chuckled small. "It's your fault that tonight's making my mood worse."
"What's the deal with me? You think I care?” sergeant Joan.
"You added to my list of frustrations tonight, man." The beautiful man said casually. Without shading aling-aling it back to lift a blow. But the punch never hit the target, because it was quickly repelled by someone.
“The problem will not be solved only by hardness.”
The caucasian-faced man stared fixedly at someone who managed to block his attack cunningly.
He who had been silent, now moved from his position. Realizing that his actions attracted a lot of attention, he let go of the fist he had just stopped. "We go,” he said, giving the code through a short glance at Joan.
"Hm. I've lost my drinking here, too." Joan agreed, then took out a few dollars to pay for the drink.
However, the sound of snide laughter accompanied by one word managed to make the two men who worked as sky explorers stop the heel.
“Losers.”
Nathan turned around, looking at the owner of the voice who was looking down on him.
"We don't know each other. On what basis do you criticize us as losers?" tanyanya flat.
The gray-mannered man smirked thinly. “You're as much a loser as a man who likes to talk about other people as a woman. You don't even dare to touch alcohol. Son of God, eoh?” taunted.
“Jaga your greeting!" exclaim Joan emotion.
"We're leaving" Nathan said, unwilling to prolong the problem.
Joan had started to get emotional, it could be bad if the longer they were there. Nathan isn't afraid, he just doesn't want to magnify the problem. The danger is that if Joan makes things worse, even if they fight, they are still outnumbered.
"Goodle. Coward and son of God,” monologue beautiful man owner of the deep bass voice. The corners of his lips were attracted, making a smirk appear. His gray bead was still staring at the departure of the two men with an indecipherable look.
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“Assalamaicum. Good morning everyone,” A soft and joyful voice filled the whole room with bright nuances. The arrival of the breeze that comes with soothing when the heat hit the earth. The whole room then answered with different greetings and greetings. He appreciated the difference in the way they retaliated as a form of tolerance.
"Hello, good morning too, Alea,” replied a blonde woman who had just entered the room.
“Hai, Ann. Ready for working?”
"Always ready, Alea,” replied the girl named Annante.
The woman whose most striking appearance was smiling thinly behind the cover of the niqab she used. Its appearance syar'i— is covered in its entirety, except the face and palm of the hand— certainly makes it different. Loose gown with khimar plus with niqab. Only a pair of beautiful beads that the world can see, as well as palms. Sometimes the back of the hand.
“Ok, meeting today at 09.10. Everyone has to standby on the spot. The clients will come around 08.50 to 09.00.” Annante started a short conversation this morning. Women who work as a secretary are deftly read the schedule.
“Miss CEO, this morning you have to convince two of our main investors,” whispered Annante. The female Caucasian is indeed quite fluent in Indonesian, because she has been friends with Alea for a long time.
"So, who do I have to face today?” ask the hijab woman.
"They are...." Annante flipped through his notary book for a moment. “...wow, he is a young business man whose name often appears in FORBES. His company penetrated the world of hospitality, villas, apartments, and occupancy of various other types. You have to convince him that we can run this huge project."
the hijab-wearing woman nodded her mahfum. “Noted,” answer.
"He's the CEO of Anderson Cooperation."
Alea nodded again. “Ok, notes. One more?”
"Hm, one more. She's..." Annante paused for a moment. "From the airline. They have the airline with the best rating from the users. This airline certainly takes a very important part for our project."
“Notes. I'll remember it.”
“The name of their airline is Azka's Air,” continued Annante while mangosteen. “Ok. That's the target you need today." Annante. "Oh yes, I forgot to tell them their name,” asked while smiling amusedly.
“Alea, remember them well. These are important people.”
Alea nodded back at the mahfum. “So his name?”
“First, Louis Gallion Anderson Kim. Anderson Cooperatian CEO. Nathaniel Allugard Hazka Dwiarga. CEO Azka's Air."
Like just getting a new job from the teacher, the lips behind the niqab immediately chanted the two names with a soft voice. “Louis Gallion Anderson Kim and Nathaniel Allugard Hazka.” The gaze of the pair of shady eyes then switched to the cooperation file stored on the table.
“CEO Anderson Cooperation and Azka’s Air. By saying basmallah, I—Alea Ananta Rumi will get the hearts of both of you,” Alea murmured with confidence.
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Sukabumi April 01, 2021
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