Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 8
Sinful Angel Chapter 8
Prita's anniversary party was held at The Ritz Carlton Hotel in Jakarta. Prita and Radikha moved residence and moved Sinar Abadi's main office to the capital after they were both officially married.
The day changed so quickly from the beginning of the week. It doesn't feel like Thursday. Bisma came home early today. At five o'clock in the afternoon he was already home, not as usual which was always above seven o'clock or eight o'clock at night. Planning to leave tonight to Jakarta, many things he wants to prepare before attending the ex-wife's party Saturday night.
“Do you think Aden should leave at dawn tomorrow? Not tired directly to Jakarta after Isya?” Mang Eko who was helping to pack some items that Bisma would bring commented.
“Capek anyway, Mang. But I have to take care of some important things tomorrow morning in Jakarta. If you leave at dawn feel rushed because the flow of traffic can not be predicted with certainty. Especially the toll situation in the city. When it is smooth sometimes suddenly jammed,” he explained while inserting a red jewelry box into the suitcase.
The packing activity was completed when the Maghrib call. Both Mang Eko and Bhishma, both of them rushed to fetch water to carry out the three Maghrib rakaats.
At eight o'clock Bisma departs from Bandung with a destination of Jakarta. Avoiding excessive dinner before leaving and just filling the stomach ala levels, worry about drowsiness during driving. A heat-resistant tumbler filled with espresso coffee accompanies the trip, sipping it whenever there is an opportunity to repel the feeling of wanting to close the eyes that sometimes come suddenly.
At twelve o'clock the Bhishma finally arrived at the destination city. The journey is fairly smooth and only stuck density in the city that is not too severe, is still in a reasonable stage considering the activities of the Capital as if never sleeping.
“Finally, until also,” his sigh was relieved when he was in the room. Tilting his head to the right and to the left also stretched his back which felt sore after driving for several hours.
Not wasting time, Bhishma immediately got ready to rest. Before closing his eyes, he opened the green app on his phone, typing in a message sent to his Date House account. Refined the appointment to meet which was originally agreed on Jum’at afternoon so moved to breakfast time.
I wait tomorrow at eight in the morning at JW Eat Out Restaurant for negotiations and deals. I will pay compensation for changes to the appointment schedule. Thank ye.
Meanwhile in a hospital on the outskirts of Jakarta late tonight. A woman with shady eyes was sleepy hugging a canvas bag on a bench waiting for the hospital. Sticking on the narrow bench with other patient waiters. So sleepy he could barely control his balance, almost fell forward.
The android phone in his jeans pocket reads. An image of an incoming message appears in the notification bar. Closing her yawning mouth with one palm, the woman lazily opened the contents of the message.
Yes, appointments with clients change schedules. Tomorrow morning at seven o'clock you should be at our base. Don't forget the beautiful dress.
Seriate.