Our Secrets
Ch. 9. The Troubler

Chapters. 9

A few missed calls came in on his phone. Zacky who felt his head was still dizzy, a little he did stretching. Because the neck and waist feel sore and sore.

Only after feeling really better did Zacky pick up his t-shirt that he threw on the dashboard last night. Her eyes also caught a dark colored dress lying below. She vaguely remembered about the dress. The dress he had torn because he was disturbed by a piece of cloth.

Shaking his head slightly, Zacky sat speechless. Taking a breath to calm himself from the shock he felt so late.

The man just turned on the car engine when he saw on the screen of his phone there is the name Arsya. Must be about the company. Inner Zacky. He ignored the call from his assistant. Because for now he does not want to discuss about the company. He wants to clean himself and his head from the shadow of the scene last night which is now so clearly drawn in memory.

At exactly eight o'clock in the evening, Zacky's car entered the grounds of the two-story house. The house is not as big as the family home. But it is very broad if only lived alone.

Get out of the car and walk towards his house, not until he grabbed the handle, the door was already opened from the inside.

"Where from?"

That's the question Zacky heard this morning.

"Lo didn't come home all night, you didn't change clothes. Don't tell me you spend the same night as a girl," guessed the bespectacled man with a thin frame, adding to his allure.

While Zacky was feeling tired, the man ignored his assistant's questions. He went in and passed Arsya who was still standing by the door looking strangely at Zacky.

"Lo's okay, isn't he, Zack?" press Arsya again.

Asrya is very curious about what Zacky did last night with the girl he helped. But Arsya is more afraid and worried that until the girl uses Zacky and makes rumors that are not-no.

Zacky kept stepping up the stairs. Heading to the second floor, where his room was located at the very end. Because Zacky likes a calm atmosphere and does not want to be disturbed by other members of his family, if only they stay at his house. Sure Zacky lives with some home assistants.

While Arsya faithfully followed the steps of his boss to get into the room.

"Zack," called Arsya because he had not received a definite answer.

"Yes. But not at the hotel" Zacky replied later. Most closely related to them, to the point that Zacky was as open as it was to Arsya.

Arsya had guessed before when he saw the strange gelagat from the comfort woman last night. It's frustrating if it's like this. That means more and more work outside the office.

"Where is lo lasain? Let me take care of it as soon as possible" said Arsya while scooping her face rough.

If possible, he would not be Zacky's assistant. But whatever the power, his life needs money to stay afloat.

"No need" said Zacky, waving his hand at Arsya. It made the man look confused.

"Danger, Zack! The big name of your family is at stake if the media knows what you are doing. What else Om Kendra same Mas Rio. It could run out me," said Arsya did not accept with the decision Zacky who chose to ignore.

Zacky raised one eyebrow.

"Are you sure you want to take his place?" ask Zacky and get a nod from Arsya. Than his lost head. Thought Arsya.

Zacky now pulled the corner of her lips as well.

"Yes, you change my car. I did it in the car" Zacky replied so casually and walked to the bathroom.

Arsya flinched directly to hear the expression Zacky just now.

"Crazy, lo! Why do that in your car too! My salary for two years is not necessarily buy it Rolls-Royce Boat Tail has lo, Brengs3k!" arsya spoke with overflowing anger. "Ngerepotin is just a person." he murmured then in a low tone.

Not no, more precisely Arsya felt his legs limp instantly at the time considering the price of his superior car which reached four hundred and thirty-seven billion.

"Sell the same kidney heart is not necessarily so," grumbled Asrya who was dizzy, how to solve the problem that had just been made by his lucknutu boss.