THE MYSTERY OF LOVE THE CARTWRIGHT’S
CHAPTER LXV
Clark’s buildings.
A man sits at his desk twirling around
three hundred and sixty degree seats. Every move he made followed
the answer is from a mobile phone.
When heard the word, “Ya boss. Ready boss. Okay, sir”. Return him
turn the chair as a sign of pleasure with the advice from there.
“I'm waiting for you, Dave with all those files,“ finally
finished their conversation.
Back he took the pen off the table. And begin to fix
his signature on all the documents is a little messy because the movement is not
orderlyness.
Clark's been acting weird today. Signing files
by choosing his heart. Sometimes I take from the top position. Another time
pull it from the middle pile. Or put him out of position
bottommost.
The movement he made made the files amply fulfilled
work table. The CEO's busyness stops when someone enters the room with
bring a new pile of documents in hand.
“What the hell?” words that came out of Clark.
“Manners, bos” said David as he approached the CEO's desk last
put the documents it carries.
“Ha..ha. Heems~when am I done with all this, Dave?”
“Next year maybe?”
“Do not joke you”.
“I'll take the rest to mansion”.
“Well it's better”.
Grabbing the phone handle, David pressed number two. Send for
the secretary to retrieve the completed files checked by Clark.
Leave a few piles on the table, after Nora
leave room.
“So how. Have you prepared everything?”
“Already boss. This please you see?” while cutting the tablet.
“Heems...emmmms.
“Ha..ha. Obviously, boss, if you speak, do not use language
aliens. I don't understand”.
Turn the eyeballs around before answering the assistant. “I am
read, Dave. Don't disturb”.
“The feeling I typed wasn't that, sir”.
“I know-I know”.
“Then?”
“Haish, stop. Wait till I'm done. Later discussions”.
“Ouh apparently the existence of the girl in the mansion is influential, huh?”
Clark just glared. Soon a red tinge filled in
her face. “She blushing,” thought Dave.
Shaking his head and slightly smiling with absurd behavior
the boss.
“Well, I love the contents of this document. You can send
copy to lawyer kita”.
“OK”.
“Em Dave,” call him again when the assistant is almost reached
doorway.
“Ya bos”.
“Buy all clothes and jewelry for women”.
“Size that woman, bos”.
“That’s right,” he said while looking down embarrassed.
“He’s blushing again,” murmured David ogled.
Shake his head for a while before opening the door and
closed back. Leaving the CEO alone in the room. Returnee
busy with documents and his absurd movements.
While the assistant was discussing something with Nora.
choose all women's outfit online. The transaction is completed when
notifications of apps read ‘ middle goods packed by seller’.
“Oke Dave. It’s done”.
“Thank you, Nora”.
“Sama-sama, sir”.
Exactly fifteen o'clock empty.
Clark is attaching his right palm to the sensor
it's in front of the secret door. Then it's his eye hazel retina.
The sound of doorways was heard. He also swung his feet
inward. Taking a black ritual dress from the closet. Wearing it along
red udeng.
Then he sat down on the altar that was in the shape of a flattened claper.
Crossed and closed eyes. A faint smoke emerged from his head and shot up
out through the secret passage.
A little over the building. And into space to
Australia. The fist stopped when it reached the mansion on the outskirts
town.
Heading to the second floor of the room of a blonde woman in the middle
slumbers.
“Sarah..wake up!”
“Heemm,” is all that sounds.
“Damn. Wake up, will you!”
Unwaking, the smoke fades and enters the female ear
those. And coughing began to sound along with the sitting of the owner
chamber.
“What the hell, Clark. You're disturbing my sleep!”
“Ha..ha.
“Can't I rest in peace. Get out of my head, man,
jerk”.
“Fine origin don't sleep again”.
“OK”.
Still coughing, Sarah pulled up the blanket and threw it away
sideways. Barefooted, he headed to the kitchen downstairs.
Take cold water from the refrigerator, chugging it straight from the
vials. Neutralize his breath for a moment. After that he sat down in the dining chair
nearby.
It glared towards the smoke that started to form a silhouette of Clark in front.
“OK, what do you want?”
“Help me beat Ki Nogo”.
“What the hell? Are you crazy to beat your teacher?”
“He's not my teacher”.
“But she's the mother of the science you have. So not
he is your teacher. Stupid!”
“Do not shout, Sarah. Noisy knows!”
“It's like I have your ears. Where there's smoke got ear”.
“Aih, stop. Help me Sarah. Fly to Indonesia tomorrow”.
“Can't I help you from here?”
“Do not be careless. He was too strong despite the thousand manifestations of the succum.
So we have to deal with it with a rough raga” as well.
“Hemms, fine”.
Grabbing the phone on the desk, Sarah types something and
show it to Clark.
“See, I've booked a ticket online. Initial flight. So can
you're leaving now?”
“Okay Sarah, thanks. I'll see you tomorrow. Dream beautiful”.
“Plop,” Clark is gone.
“Your bald dream. He thinks I can sleep again after
the distraction. Hiii.It is better that I prepare all the necessities for tomorrow. Possibly
I can sleep again on the plane later”.