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30. What is a Effective Gift?
The night was getting late, but Hania was not asleep. His memory floated on Arga. The sexy man who hugged her this afternoon, despite the drama that made her uncomfortable.
Still clingy in his memory, the masculine scent of Arga's body that makes him lulled, the warm body of the man that makes him comfortable hugged, he can also feel the stocky and see the handsome man's body behind his shirt, make him feel safe.
Hania sighs. Curse his weakened self in front of the handsome man. The presence of Arga, he felt already aroused another feeling in his heart. He thumped every time he met that sexy guy. His heart would beat faster and his blood rippled. It seems like he's happy to meet Arga. The presence of Arga caused another tremor in his heart. But he was afraid to be sure. He was afraid of getting hurt again. And began to fortify his heart again.
In another town, Reza and the lawyer are still struggling with the files of his lawsuit against the corporate traitor. They have filed charges, and currently, the traitor who is none other than their own superiors uncle, has been languishing in the Surabaya police detention cell.
"Do we need Mr. Arga here?", asked Reza to the lawyer.
"Yet. The filing of the claim can be represented. Later if you want a trial. We only need witnesses, including those who audit the finances of the central and branch companies" said the lawyer, Reza nodded.
"Little bit of hard work. Very neat work", he complained later.
"That's for sure considering this person is an insider who has a close relationship with the boss" Reza said.
Reza contacted the replacement secretary of the secretary who Arga transferred some time ago. Ask him to arrange a meeting tomorrow morning with the board of directors of the branch company. Although only an assistant, Reza's position as Arga's right-hand man is quite strong as Arga's replacement.
While Reza and the lawyer are busy dealing with the lawsuit, Arga is even cool with his daydreams. Her slightly reddish lips always brighten the smile when remembering the warmth of Hania in her arms.
He could still feel the scent of the beautiful woman's body, the slenderness of the body he felt was so fitting in his arms, he could also feel the softness of the body behind his shirt that stuck perfectly to his body.
Arga. Remembering Hania made him anxious. It feels like just pouncing on it. Makes him even more unable to sleep.
Next morning.
Drrrt drrt.
Shaking the phone located above the nightstand distracts him. Reza. Not the name he expected to appear on his phone screen.
"What's Rez?", asked Arga after connecting.
"Good morning sir", said Reza formally.
"This morning I held a meeting with the board of directors regarding the company's case", Reza informed Arga of the meeting's agenda that day.
"Yes already. You take care of the case at the company until it's done. Let me know the progress", Arga ordered.
Reza could only give up such an order. It's not usually Arga. His boss will closely monitor every problem that occurs around his company. He himself was astonished by the change in Arga's attitude like he was not. Reza is 100% sure if the boss is kasmaran.
But as he remembered, his boss never behaved like this. In the past, when he was in love with his ex-wife, Arga remained professional and prioritized his work. Hm. Surely that woman named Hania is very special. Reza could only guess because she had not met Hania yet.
Arga disconnected his phone. And still refused to leave his bed. He just looked up at the sky in his room. His tired body felt reduced. Last night he slept well. Then the image of the beautiful rabbit-eyed woman disturbed him.
Not wanting to get late with the shadow of Hania, Arga also rose and stretched his muscle muscles. Feels so stiff. He remembers not training his body for a long time with his fitness equipment. The light ash curtain opened the big glass door. Feel the cool of the morning air rushing into the room and the warm sunlight that still shines softly.
Arga stepped into the bathroom after satisfied sunbathing for a while. Not long after, Arga was ready with his work clothes. Only long-sleeved shirts whose arms are folded up to the elbows are light blue and the material pants are black. Impressive but relaxed.
"For Mas Arga", said Bi Lastri who was cleaning the dust on the object of the mother's collection display that was placed in the house of Arga.
"Morning Bi", replied Arga as she passed into the dining room.
Today he was a little relaxed because there was no meeting agenda. Dian really knows how to manage his time.
Bi Sumi prepared the rice and his friend. Arga ate it a little. He feels full quickly if he eats coconut food. Although not suitable for the dish, Arga never forbade Bi Sumi to cook this and that. He will eat it even a little.
Arriving in front of his company lobby, Arga was waiting for a tall man with a sweet face. Adi's. They walked up the elevator. Dian immediately stood up and smiled as sweetly as sugar greeted her boss as soon as Arga emerged from the elevator. Then he went to Arga's room as usual.
"Today, carvings of gebyok from Jepara arrived Sir. This is a request from the Netherlands. Do you want to see it first?", asked Dian who will arrange Arga's schedule.
"It was yes? That's fast?", chirped Arga.
Dian and Adi just glanced at each other. Quickly what, the gebyok was made since 3 months ago. That's how we think the meaning of both.
Lately, Arga has always been preoccupied with thinking about Hania. He forgot how much time had passed quickly.
"I think I want to see the results. May it always be satisfying", break it up and then smile.
"good. What time are you leaving?", asked Dian again.
Arga looked at the brandy watch that was coiled in his left hand. 8 Hours less. Then glance at the pile of files that he had not checked yesterday. Plus a stack of planning divisions.
"I went there after the break", broke it.
Dian nodded and was about to walk out of Arga's room.
"Wait", stop Arga, Dian turned back.
"Yes sir? Is there anything else?", said Dian.
"What do you think girls like?", asked Arga to make Dian furrow his eyebrows, Adi too.
"You mean some kind of gift?", explains Dian.
"Yes, some kind of gift", said Arga.
Dian immediately thought and dug up his memory to his niece, because she also did not have children. He remembers seeing his niece unboxing a gift from her mother. A teddy bear half the height of his nephew. The little girl looks cheerful. Once, the little girl asked to buy a watch with the character of Princess Elsa. Or barbie with her house and knickknacks. He got dizzy, that much toy when to play it?
"There are many options, sir. Can doll, clock tagan character, slam, bag, shoes, hat, hair accessories, shirt, jacket, scarf.", said Dian one by one.
"Enough! Why so much?", Arga cut Dian's words.
Hearing the object called Dian earlier, Arga became confused. So, which one would impress a little girl with her gift? Why choose a gift so confusing?
Arga glanced at Dian at a glance then ordered him out.
"Do you have any ideas?", he asked turning to Adi.
Adi lowered his face while stroking his chin. Thinks. I guess what kind of thing girls like. Heh. Adi sighs. Never mind thinking of a gift for a child, he is not even married, has a boyfriend just not. Adi blinked his eyes and looked at Arga who was looking at him. Waiting answers.
"How about walking, sir? Rarely do people give gifts like this, often objects that the child may already have" he suggested.
Arga nodded his head. He was interested in that proposal. Yep. The road is effective. He remembered himself when he was a child. He will always look forward to the moment when the road with his father and mother, considering his father who is always busy working.
But then he was confused again. How do I get Hania's daughter? He had never even met the little girl. Now he was busy thinking about how to approach Hania's daughter. Arga ruffled his hair. Thought's dead-end. He had a son once, but a son. The target is girls.
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