
Chapter 63. Edible Feed
The woman in brown felt her own cheeks, hollering adorned with melenakan praise sentences.
“Of course, of course you can. I'll be happy to accompany you on a look around and recommend a selection of vehicles. What kind of car collection do you like?” tanyanya.
“I like with exclusive models, one of them as I wear today.” Yudhis pointed the index finger outside the cafe where the red Audi R8 that hid Khalisa inside was parked sweetly.
“Wow,” said the woman was stunned when she turned her head outside, presented with a view of the type of super luxury car designated Yudhis. Most striking its presence among parked cars, making it clearly unshakeable. “Audi R8?”
“Learnest. It turns out that besides being beautiful, your automotive insight is also broad,” praise Yudhis again.
“Audi R8 is the most expensive Audi series marketed in Indonesia. Your taste is very classy and expensive. Where do you work? Are you an entrepreneur? Or the son of a high official in this country?” The woman turned back to Yudhis, her body language seduced wanting to know more about the amazing figure who invited her to talk and seemed interested in him, the tone of voice as well as the lightening of her eyes coveted.
“Ah, I happen to be just odd jobs, anything, which is important to earn,” said Yudhis while smiling sweetly, making the woman more interested.
“Yeah likes to be low, your version's shavings must be different.”
“Mmm, look. May I have your business card, Miss? That is if you don't mind. Women as beautiful as you are certainly a lot of fans. I'd like to come straight to where you work to look around the car collection as soon as possible, but I'd like to have you there later, want company as I said earlier. So, I intend to make an appointment before coming, as well as want to know the location of the show room for map guide because I am still new in this city, also at once, want to know your name.” Yudhis asked in a hopeful tone, affixing a hint of despair.
“Wait a minute.” The woman opened her bag quickly, enchanted by the charming charm in front of her making it easy to drive. He offered a business card to Yudhis.
“My name is Gladys. From Monday to Wednesday I will always be in the show room. I just happened to work as a secretary there. Want to come directly without making an appointment with me can also. But, since my room is on the third floor side by side with the boss room, not on the first floor of the display area, you just call my number, I make sure to go down,” he explained fiery, he explained, felt he had managed to net a big fish that was more handsome and looked more established than Dion. Starting to intend to make Dion as a backup only, no longer the main one, treated like a car tire, really suitable.
“It is an honor for me to be able to get your business card, Gladys.” Yudhis took the card and slipped it into the pocket of the shirt.
“It is also an honor for me to be given this sweet gift by someone as cool as you,” he said so happy, pointing green tea latte as well as a piece of cake given Yudhis. “Oh yes, may I request your number as well?” her door.
“Later I will contact. It feels disrespectful and inappropriate if I ask you to contact first. I hurt the first ladies principle that I always put first. I'll contact you first.” Yudhis witted, making his interlocutor run out of words, nodding assentingly.
“If your name?” the question is no longer wanting to stop.
The woman named Gladys was apparently unwilling for Yudhis to leave, but was in a hurry to normalize the countenance once she saw that the boss had returned from the toilet. Although the woman once again glanced outside the cafe at Yudhis who deliberately waved at him before getting into his luxury car.
“Sial!” as if Dion was upset.
“Why suddenly get angry, Mr handsome Boss? Beware of high blood,” great-grandson Gladys with a licking-dye voice.
“Coffee shops are expensive like this but toilet facilities are very poor. I locked long in the men's toilet cubicle. Didn't know the door was broken. My throat hurts from screaming for help to open the door, but everyone here is deaf!” beaver Dion with a reddened face. Scattered the table and also ruffled her hair in annoyance.
“Lho, how can you?”
“They said the men's toilet door was damaged and often locked itself, so it was warned to write 'broken door'. Though when entering earlier I was sure at the door there was no paper anything attached, but when it managed to get out it was clearly plastered there!” Dion exclaimed in anger.
“Perhaps when the Boss comes in, it could be that the writing paper falls. It is likely to be installed again by a janitor as they pass by and no one knows you are getting inside the toilet. Already, already, do not get angry again, will quickly wrinkle. How are we going to the hotel now? Let his anger subside,” persuaded him, stroking Dion's arm from the bag Longchamp Le Vilage Cuir marun color he wants to buy tomorrow is void, although now the shadow in his mind was a handsome smile and words adoring the cool man earlier to him.
“Good idea. I need to ease all the tension right now,” replied Dion who was embracing the secretary's waist full of interest.
“But before leaving, I want to eat the same cake drink this green tea latte until it runs out. Let my stamina be prime,” he said that pengering seduce, when the real reason is of course not that, but because he really likes to give food and drink.
“Alright, quickly eat and recharge your energy until full, Gladys. You'll need extra energy to ease my anger.”
“Abang out what?” tanya Khalisa took a look as soon as Yudhis landed his hips in the steering chair. Immediately spout a question that has been circling in the head while watching Yudhis activities in the cafe. Even so impatiently, Khalisa did not wait until Yudhis closed the door.
“Out of fishing, as I said earlier,” replied Yudhis casually while putting on his seat belt.
“Mancing how? Brother seems familiar with the woman who was held by Mas Dion. Until just now also waving. Brother's friend huh? Or an ex-girlfriend? Or, actually his girlfriend is brother?” seloroh Khalisa suddenly, driven curious and impulsive others make him want to ask detailed questions.
Seriate.