The Athena Code's
4.Welcome home

Jakarta is hot and busy. Various activities and the appearance of people passing by.

Three women walk out of the building of a private television station. Their striking difference in appearance makes the eyes of anyone who sees will narrow in wonder. The Sexy, the Syar'i and the tomboy. Aisyah Kamila Yildiz and her two assistants, Irina Santoso and Heilen Putri Munaf. All three headed for the Alphard Lexus LM350 parked in the right corner of the page. Before opening the car door Kamila was able to check the contents of the chat in his car.

"Whaaat.., brother is already at the airport. Omg . yes yes..," cried Kamila prancing prancing prattling Heilen and Irina.

"We're off to the airport now bestie, ok!"

"Every boss, bestie" Heilen and Irina said, throwing smiles at Kamila's cildish behavior..

Kamila called Aryo the backup driver to take the other car to the airport because Arthur said he was carrying a lot of stuff.

"Wah finally can meet directly with the prince guanteng, all this time only know from the picture doang, hihihi..," said Nana (Irina).

"Nah well. ," Heilen's response was careless because he had never seen the shape of the handsome figure in question even though it was only a picture.

Deg. Kamila's heart was pounding. Don't let the centile Nana make her brother Arthur not at home. The existence of a woman who just sculpted alone was enough to drive Arthur away let alone the kind of assistant this one, Kamila cried in his heart.

Post Covid-19 the airport is more often idle. Kamila easily found the older brother.

"Abaaaang," cried the spoiled kamila as she hugged the 180cm-tall figure in a blue toska shirt . His slightly pressbody shirt seemed to show off a beautiful sculpture of a masculine body that spread a scent full of charm.

"Bosque handsome, very handsome," cried Irina while squeezing Heilen's fingers.

"Ih, what the hell is." Heilen jutek sizzled.

The two brothers hugged for a while taking off the longing. The melancholic Kamila could not stem the tears of haru due to the surprise of her sister. His birthday this time will be special he thought. He had absolutely no idea there was another mission from Arthur's sudden arrival. Arthur patted his sister's head full of affection.

"Where's Aryo?" ask Arthur.

"It's been waiting outside , bang."

"All the goods take with your car, then ask Aryo to help transport it. Kamila and I left first with the car that Aryo brought," Arthur asserted to Heilen and Irina.Tadi Kamila had told him that he had come to pick up with his two assistants so Arthur did not hesitate to give orders to them.

"All right, sir" replied Helen sprightly.

"Well, Arthur" replied Irina along with Helen. Irina scrunched her forehead, slightly shuddering over the cold air that Arthur scattered.

Helen unhesitatingly starts transporting Arthur's luggage to the car, followed by Irina and Aryo. It was a pain to others, Helen thought. Fortunately, she was dressed casually. The oversize green t-shirt vs the oversized jeans eases the movement.

One more thing she is not the type of woman who quickly complains and gives up. This was nothing compared to Helen's previous work. Think of it as a long vacation until the time later things become normal again.

An hour later they arrived home. All pesonils are given an isoma time (rest, prayer, eating) of about an hour. Just now Heilen is about to enjoy a beautiful dream uh there's been a call from bestie boss Kamila.

"Bestiee school, the goods - brother put all. Helen and Irina, it's paintings put into the gallery space lest anyone be deformed even a little bit. Aryo and Agus guards bring other items into the room Abang" Cicit Kamila.

"OK ready, boss bestiee " Shouted Heilen from the room.

In a hurry he put on contact lenses, masks and hats are not left behind. However, you must be careful, especially with people who have just come from abroad. Anyone is worthy of suspicion, Helen thought vigilantly.

Approximately 8 times each up and down the stairs to the third floor where the gallery space is located, Helen is still relaxed while Irina looks limp in the living room.

In the corner of the sofa there was Arthur from earlier super busy with a laptop on the desk and hp in the hand, not once he glanced at Helen and Irina who passed by in front of him. Irina repeatedly stole a glance while smiling herself indistinctly. While Heilen like the previous habit he walked down in a hat and mask that covered part of his face.

"Heilen, this one is heavy I'm not strong" said Irina memelas

"Let me bring it here" he said.

True, it turns out to be heavier than the others. But Helen was still able to bring the rectangular object up to the gallery space on the 3rd floor. He lowered it slowly.

Curiosity suddenly crept into Heilen's mind. His espionage soul is turbulent. He pulled a zipper cover bag that covered the object. It must be a painting he thought.

And sure enough the figure of a beautiful young girl with a smile that they are as beautiful as a flower, golden long hair with a supine position among the green meadow flowers. Maybe this lover Arthur thought Heilen again.He was more curious and opened the zipper coverbag to the end. A piece of worn paper poked out, there were stains - blood-like stains on the paper. Helen opened it and began to read the contents at a glance.

"Hey come out, your task is done," a baritone stomp shocked Heilen.

"Oh .. this. anu.. zipper the cover was stuck, I was closing it," Heilen said from behind a mask that made his voice less clear. His red face held the embarrassment of being caught red-handed. Fortunately, there are masks and hats.

"Get out!" arthur snapped while pointing towards the door. Inevitably Arthur's eyes narrowed as well as seeing the look of the girl before him. Outside, people rarely wear masks. Why do I wear it inside the house. The hat was never removed from the airport. Maybe this is the style of young people who are in trend here, Arthur thought again.

"Alright sir, I'm out" Heilen said rather nervously. The handsome but cold and fierce, the amit-amit rutuknya in the heart while passing from the room.

Until finally a bright morning greets the earth and its inhabitants. Time to get back on the move. Heilen is complete with the best outfit according to him. Plain black t-shirt as an interior coupled with a black leather jacket. All look harmonious in the body of a victoria secret model with a height of 177 cm. His mother Antonia Jhonson was even slightly taller than him. While the father of Ahmad Rizal Munaf who is of mixed Indonesian-Arabic blood is actually shorter than Heilen and Antonia.

Heilen bent his hat slightly down, walking to the kitchen where he usually , Irina and Kamila gathered every morning for breakfast.

Just past the kitchen door his heart was pounding like a roll of waves in the ocean. The sight before him aroused an ancient desire that had long been buried. A tall figure with beautiful, toned strokes of the muscles, depicting all the power of lust. Like a magical spell that can inflame desire in the heart of every woman who looks at it.

Just wearing jeans that are a little overstuffed as a subordinate so that it shows some form of sturdy and sexy hips, Arthur was busy preparing breakfast this morning specifically for the younger brother .The movement is so flexible like a professional chef, making it look more sexy.

The upper body is completely exposed freely, the chest area and the stomach sixpack. Heilen could no longer hold his eyes back from stealing a glance. Outrageous, screeched in an annoyed heart. He took a seat on the right side of the dining table.

This magnificent house has three kitchens.One of which is this spacious open model, where the cooking table and dining table are located in one area and only 3 meters away.

"Non Heilen, please wait a moment yes, today Mr. Arthur made us a special breakfast," said aunt Farah, one of the housekeepers here whose job is specifically to cook. He serves cooked food while Arthur is still busy cooking the next menu.

"Oh,ee.iya bik farah..," said Heilen nervously unconsciously biting his own lips while still stealing a glance at Arthur. She recalled Irina's question a while ago; "How was your dream man, bestie?"

"Hmmm...The cold, sexy and good at cooking dong," he replied at that time. His cheeks were red without excuse.

" Hey everybody good morning. Today's brother cooks a special yakimeshi for our breakfast."

Kamila and Irina appeared with a ready-to-go look.

From its name must be Japanese cuisine, Inner Heilen.

"Wow... Waw.. Wow.. ," cried Irina wide open to see the look of Arthur

"Me re legitimate, right," he murmured again

"What the hell..?" delik Kamila cynical

"That's my handsome prince early in the morning has made the eyes become ON, " cried Irina again with a glance and a round eyeball that is funny towards Arthur. Arthur will finish his yakimeshi. Japanese fried rice with a blend of beef and eggs. A legacy recipe from Stefanie the mother of Japanese blood.

"Bugga"

"Augh," cried Irina. Cluth Camila had landed on his cheeks and he was just grinning a horse .

"Hihihihihihihi..., really me re legit right..," Heilen said with the intention of mocking Irina. This time his clear voice was heard clearly because especially in the kitchen he was without a mask.

Arthur flinched from his busyness to hear a voice that seemed familiar to him.

" Who was talking?" arthur snapped stiffly as he turned towards the three girls at the dinner table. The three girls looked at each other not understanding. They think Arthur might be angry because they're noisy.

" Sister, the cook is not using an apron or you should wear clothes just watch out later brother who kidnaps loh," Kamila cerocos melted the atmosphere.

"So my brother got angry after a little morning exercise," replied Arthur origin. Actually this is just the habit of Arthur in his apartment every morning, making his own breakfast without a top dress. Seeing the inhabitants of this house are mostly women it seems he did have to adapt, Arthur thought.

"Bik Farah, please get me my T-shirt, please" Arthur continued.

"Well, Arthur," said Farah's aunt politely and hurried to carry out the order.

Breakfast this morning was a little stiff and puffed with Arthur's presence among them. They're not used to it.

"Heilen, how about shooting for the "Shopee 99" ad this afternoon. Is there any certainty from the photographer?" kamila Sela.

" Bestie boss Beres, 9:30 deal. Location in Shopee Studio," replied Heilen.

Deg. Arthur's heart pumps more powerfully. The sound of the girl eating by continuously ducking and hiding a part of her face behind this hat was really like the breeze that brought her on the scene that night.

The same sound as Arthur. He could not control himself not to steal the eyes on the sensual lips of the owner of the voice in front of him. The same shape of lips, the screech in the heart. I suspect you're the girl in the hat! Arthur grinned to recall how he was helpless at the M4-custom gunpoint by a female NAVY SEAL soldier who got lost with him in the desert.

The soldier girl who smeared her face with green and black paint so that she could not be recognized.

The snowy cold weather made the green girl mostly drink whiskey intoxicated and crazy, suddenly pointing a gun and handcuffing Arthur. Acting and chattering incoherently and then kissing the helpless Arthur. Cih stole my first kiss, Arthur upset.

Wait I'll investigate you further the girl in the hat, Arthur muttered in his own mind.

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