The Heart of Old Menjakaka
142. Long story
"You guys don't get it, go!" aspers Steven expels. Hand wagging.
"Give us the tips first, sir." One of the security guards turned one of his hands towards Steven.
"What tips? The key is not to meet!" angry Steven is angry.
"But at least we've come and tried to find, sir."
Steven was grieving. "Basic duitan eyes!" Then pull the drawer and take out her leather wallet. He took 50 thousand dollars and gave it to the security. "For two and don't protest!"
Though they did want to protest, unfortunately not so because Steven had banned it. Also with a sharp shot.
Both of them went away from there.
"We're going to the bathroom, Cit," Steven said as he stood up.
"What do you want to do in the bathroom? Find keys?" ask Citra confused. But she followed the footsteps of her husband who went into the bathroom.
They were both in front of the sink, then Steven picked up a new toothbrush and poured toothpaste over it. After that give it to the image.
"Look brush your teeth first, then wash your face. We're going to the office!" tell Steven.
"To office? What office?" Citra's forehead flinched. He looked at Steven who was currently brushing his teeth quickly.
"Kantork. I have an important meeting, Cit." After you finish brushing your teeth. Steven brushed his teeth with the toothbrush that the girl had been holding. Feeling impatient.
"I mean I'm coming to the office, Om?" ask her with a foamed mouth.
"Yes." Yeah."
"I don't want to, Om!" The image shook quickly. "I'm ashamed."
"Most often why? Are you ashamed to be my wife?"
"It's not shame to be Om's wife, but why am I going to the office? I have no interest. Meetings will be many people. I haven't taken a shower and seen how I look?" The image dropped his gaze onto his own body.
The clothes that Steven and he were wearing were the same clothes this afternoon. Both of them did not change clothes.
Impossible Image to the office by wearing a tanktop and shorts. It feels shameful and inappropriate.
"We don't need a shower. Now brush your teeth and wash your face. No one else will know we haven't had a shower."
After finishing the bathroom, they went out together. Steven opened the closet, then searched for something on Sindi's clothes.
"Now what is it looking for? That's Mama Sindi's clothes and I can't change. We are handcuffed" Citra complained.
"You don't need to change clothes. Just wear this."
Steven draped a red scarf with flowers on Citra's neck, to cover her chest so as not to be too open. Then put on a red tutu skirt, so that her smooth thighs are not exposed clearly.
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"Om .. Is there no other way but to come to the office? There's no way to remove these handcuffs?" I felt like I wanted to cry because of the circumstances. His hand also hurt a lot, kept pulling Steven.
Now, both of them had walked out of the hotel towards the parking lot. Steven looked to the right and left looking for Jarwo, because he did not find the man's car.
"Om .. My hand hurts. I want these handcuffs removed!" The image grimaced, her tears melting down her cheeks. He was upset that the question had not been answered by Steven. The man was busy looking for Jarwo.
"Later on I'll have security guards in my office to help remove these handcuffs. Don't cry and be sad." Steven wiped the tears of Citra. He kissed her lips and stroked her hair. "You go to the office first, okay? I promise I'll take care of your handcuffs after they're gone."
"Gorgeous Miss! Old Om!" a bird that had just flown over them. He is Kevin. The parrot then settled into Steven's head, but Steven quickly brushed it off.
"Hubliness! You're always lacking a—"
"Long story, where is Mr Jarwo? I have to get to the office now, Jo! There's a meeting!" sahut Steven's.
"Jarwo went with Pak Angga and Bu Sindi, and they went home."
"Yes, you're all. Take me to the office and don't ask too many questions!" tell Steven.
"Corn." Bejo runs to his car and opens the door for Steven and Citra to enter. Kevin came in too.
The car was traveling at high speed, Bejo was driving.
Crutch-crutch. There was a sound of worms in the stomach Citra.
"Om .. I'm laper" Citra said as she touched her stomach.
Steven who was staring at the phone turned his head. At a time to read some incoming chat from Sofyan, the man continued to ask where he was.
"Buy some bread, okay?" bargain Steven. "Bejo, stop by the mini market!" he told Bejo which he was called.
"I don't want bread." The image shook quickly. "I want some porridge, Om. The porridge that Om ordered."
"When do I order porridge?"
"Our mother just lived together in the apartment."
"But that's not the same way from my office, Cit. While eating bread alone used to make the stomach odd, huh? After the meeting we buy and eat together," Steven softly bargained. The image just nodded. Actually he wants it now, but to force it feels impossible. Steven looked worried. Maybe he was thinking about his meeting.
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Ceklek~
The meeting room door opened when Steven had just knocked on the door. And the one who opened it was Dika, his assistant.
Inside there was not only Sofyan and Thunder, but there were three more people. They're Steven's business associates.
"I'm sorry it's too late, a lot of problems have to be solved and this is my wife, her name is Citra," Steven said, introducing the girl beside him.
The six of them with Dika looked confused. In addition to looking relaxed, Steven also came with his wife.
Sofyan lifted his butt, then walked over to Steven. Somewhat closer to the right ear while whispering.
"Are you crazy, Stev? Have you arrived late but dressed in free clothes? Plus why take your wife? You still lack the holidays?" Sofyan's tone of voice sounded pressing. Honestly, he was annoyed at Steven. Also because it was bad for some other people, who had been waiting for his sister since half an hour ago. Though this meeting Steven himself made it.
"Sorry, Brother. It's all because of handcuffs." Steven raised his arm. Tell Sofyan. The man looked surprised with both eyes being rounded.
"Can you be handcuffed? Caught police?"
"long story. We start the meeting now, so it doesn't take time." Steven looked at the faces of the people sitting in the meeting chair. Their faces look better, she's not feeling well. The image itself had been silent since then while smiling. Honestly, he felt awkward and embarrassed. "Nothing Citra comes along. Itung-itung introduced to some people that I was married, sister," he added.
"Yes, it's up to you. Uh, wait a minute!" Sofyan held onto Steven's arm as the man had just stepped in.
"What else is it?"
"That's in your hair white-white. What is it, Stev?" Sofyan pointed at his sister's head hair, he also approached while sniffing it. Sofyan's eyes suddenly rounded when he smelled an unpleasant aroma. And quickly closed his nose while keeping his body away from Steven. "That's really you, Stev!"
"What's so dirty, brother?" steven asked with glancing eyes.
...It's not that bad, Om. Because of the handcuffs 😆 is torturing himself his name...