The Married With Dangerous Boy
32. Important Clients

"Sin'ana?"

"Hey, Zafran. We'll see you again." Nana waved her hand at Zafran.

The guy raised his expression. Then he approached Gun. He stood beside Gun. Zafran fixed his suit, then stuck out a hand at the figure of the man beside Nana.

"Zafran," he said.

The man held Zafran. "Denta, deputy director of Rum's Entertainment." His words were taken by Zafran. Both of them gave up their positions.

Nana stuck out her hand while smiling. He introduced himself and shook Zafran's hand first.

"Nana Datuwani," he exclaimed.

Zafran nodded then he said, "Zafran," he also introduced himself and assumed they had only met for the first time.

In the business world, Zafran must be professional. He should not consider Nana as his friend or friend. Except for coworkers who will work with the company.

If only he knew a client who would work with his company regarding Nana, he better go back to Jakarta. Rather than wasting his time.

Zafran sat down next to Gun. Some of the food was on the dining table.

"Before we talk about our cooperation, we better eat first" Pinta Gun.

"Okay" they answered.

They eat food with wisdom and calm. Nana occasionally glanced at Zafran. But the guy didn't look at her at all.

Nana approaches Denta. "Pak Denta, please convince Zafran to make me a model of their product" he whispered slowly.

Denta. As the deputy director of a prestigious modeling agency in Bali, of course Denta will try his best to bring profit to the agency.

"Surely, because of their product output, it has now become the number five trending on Twitter. Especially if you become the model, it will definitely rise to become a trending one."

Nana developed a happy smile. She can't wait to be a model of Zafran's product. He will have a golden opportunity to get close to Zafran.

Zafran displays a smirk smile while chewing dessert. He wouldn't be fooled by Nana's rising publicity. Because the company will continue to advance even without using the popularity of the Nana Datuwani model.

...***...

Both the boy and the father dragged each of their suitcases to the plane. Seto can only take them here, because he has to take care of other business matters.

"You can come back, Seto. Don't forget my message to send all villa project expenditure records in email Zafran." Gun Said.

Seto nodded. "Ready, sir."

"Do you have an email address?"

Seto. "Not yet, Mr. Zafran has not sent his email address." Seto said politely.

Gun looked at Zafran. The guy is focusing on his phone. He typed the message using a finger with lightning-like speed.

Surely he told Alesha who had not met for a few days, Gun thought while shaking his head.

"Based on young people" he said.

Then the man turned back to Gun. "Later let me send," he patted Seto's shoulder many times.

Seto nodded his head. "Well, sir-" Seto glanced at his vibrating phone. He opened it immediately. One Line message coming in.

Seto's smile expands. "It's been sent, sir." Seto shows Zafran's email address.

Gun frowned. He glanced at the message. Then turned his face to Zafran. Secretly the boy listened to the conversation between the two of them and sent out his email address immediately.

The middle-aged man laughed at the behavior of his pretentious son who did not care even though he cared. He patted Zafran's arm several times. "Good," he praised.

Zafran let out a slow breath. "Zafran isn't a kid anymore, Pa."

Guns are getting sniggering. Seto held his laughter.

The plane bound for Jakarta will take off in thirty minutes.

Zafran and Gun get ready.

"Then excuse me" said Seto bowing his upper body.

Zafran and Gun also bowed their upper bodies in gratitude.

"Please help, Mr. Seto." Zafran.

Finally they both walked towards the plane with happy hearts, because they would meet their wives.

The screams of someone caused Zafran and Gun to turn around. Both of Zafran's eyebrows fused to see Nana running towards him.

The girl stopped with a dull breath. He held out his hand in front of Zafran.

"Good way, hopefully we can work together at a later time" Nana said with a smile.

Zafran kept his hands. He raised one eyebrow. "Aren't you going to Jakarta too?"

Nana nodded. "My hands are tired, Zaf."

Zafran grunted softly. He shook Nana's hand for a moment and took it off.

"Next week I'm back, not yet. Because I still have to fashion show here."

Zafran mangosteen while ber'oh' ria.

Nana shook Gun's hand. "Hopefully make it to the destination, Om."

Gun nodded. "Aamiin, thank you. Good luck with the show. Too bad we still can't work together. Hopefully in the future, we can work together."

"Yes, Om. I'll make sure it happens."

...***...

Alesha snorted in annoyance many times. He was extremely exhausted following Martha's endless steps. Starting from the shopping center, playing games, looking at jewelry, and even the toilet.

Although a moment of fun, but if you remember Zafran will go home, Alesha to mind. Afraid that when Zafran comes home, Alesha is not home.

"Mar, it's yok. I'm tired. Today Zafran otw came home."

Martha stopped her steps. He looked back at Alesha. He holds both shoulders. "It's precisely because Zafran wants to go home, you have to have fun first with me. Because if the do'i lo comes home, I'm sure we can't play free!"

Martha was still buzzing with the frightening nature of Zafran at that time. It's been able to make Martha unable to sleep lately.

Martha was afraid that Zafran would ban Alesha from playing with her. Moreover, Zafran was left on the tile when Alesha played with him to make the guy with the burly body fall ill.

Alesha frowned. "No, Mar. Lagian Zafran is not the one who will ban me from playing, as long as I have permission first."

Martha pursed her lips. Suppose Alesha knew how Martha was afraid of Zafran. Martha thought, Zafran will be fine and will not make him a victim because he is Alesha's best friend.

But Martha's mind was wrong. A few days ago, he had accidentally disturbed the calm of the morning Zafran by telling Alesha to come early in the morning.

Martha also did not think that Alesha had become the wife of a classy bad boy. If only he had not sent Alesha, he would not have felt threatened by Zafran.

Alesha stroking her back. "Udah, just calm down. We'll be safe, okay."

Martha let out a long breath. He nodded slowly. He believed in Alesha. The existence of Zafran will not separate the friendship between himself and Alesha.

"Gue believes in you, Sha."

Alesha nodded. "Gue must be angry if Zafran later banned me from playing with you."

Martha chuckled softly. He returned to Alesha's hand.

"Zafran wants to go home, right, Sha?"

Alesha nodded.

"If so, you should please your husband."

"Funny husband?" ask Alesha. "How'd it go?"

"Take him for a cimol."

Alesha thought for a moment while holding her chin. He looked at Martha. "If so, we look for the material."

Martha raised a smile. His advice was accepted by Alesha.

"Buy the rice hood too, Sha. Let Zafran not wear a coat."

"What's the rice hood for?"

"Make a skillet,"

Alesha's eyes sparkled. "Oh, let the explosion be safe, right?"

Martha mangosteen. He is proud to be a useful friend.

...***...