(REALLY) THE CONVERTED SOUL MATE?

JYT CHAPTER 65 - Various Events So Lessons

"Berlin!"

Berliana looked at the person who had just called her name.

"Rendy?"

"Wait, I'll take something. Trust from Virly!"

"What the hell?!"

Rendy who was running towards Berliana looked breathless.

"Can't tar malem Lo same Kuncoro dinner at Virly's house? Virly cooks a lot for both of you!"

Berliana widened her eyes. He also looked towards Maura who was surprised.

"Official invitation?"

"Yes. Virly asked me to tell Elo directly. He wants you two to have dinner at home."

"Entar night?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Berliana scratched her head which was actually not itchy.

"Gue asked Brother first?"

Rendy had wanted to tease Berliana, but soon realized there was Maura standing between them. Finally he just nodded and smiled.

"Ehh, if you can, let me know as soon as possible. Or Lo directly japri Virly aja. Yea?"

"This is some Virly invite? Not your wits, is it? Why didn't he invite me directly? What other tests?"

"Sumption graduation. The Konoha State Examination!" answer Rendy ngasal.

Maura chuckles. He and Berliana continued their steps into the main lobby of the Matta Network office building.

"Funny is he too?!"

"Huss, don't think too much. He can make you kleyengan long!"

"Hahaha.., could ya? Lah ga. I choose to stay and be loyal to Xavier!"

"Yes that. Anyway said Rendy's talk. Tar him kegeeran, we got his bin rampage. Ish, my brother is a jealous person!"

"Haha...! yeah!"

Maura grabbed Berliana's shoulder. They laugh together.

Somewhere else, though,

"Hatchy! Hatchyii! Hatchy!"

Rendy sneezed three times. He rubbed his itchy nose.

While returning to the basement of the special post driver waiting for a work call from his superior.

...............

"And! I want to get married. Do I have to make a health report and a prenup for additional files?"

"Because you are one of our secret intel, it's best to get married according to the usual procedure. After that, you can bring a photo document of a wedding book, a marriage certificate from your local KUA to the office. Automatically your nuclear family is already registered at the headquarters of the State Intelligence Agency."

Kuncoro nodded respectfully to his commander.

He is listed as a member of the BIN secret and as well as working, he is obliged to report, absenteeism also do duties like workers in accordance with the tasks currently given by his Command.

Now Kuncoro is playing a roving child toy trader in the southern region of the Capital. But the main task is to spy on residents who reportedly open the sale of illegal drugs under the guise of a wood rental business.

This was the second day he was on duty at the reconnaissance point.

Treeet...

...The sun 1 is calling...

"Anna? Hm.." he murmured slowly.

"Hallo, yes, assalamualaikum!"

...[.Bang out! We'll be at seven o'clock at Virly's. Dinner, her husband said!]...

"Oh yes, yes. Seven o'clock at night? Yo wes, not kandani huh? Wis yes, Mas ngider again this first! Assalamualaikum!"

Clik.

Kuncoro immediately closed his cell phone call. Almost no one ever calls except in case of emergency, the real Papa.

Gunawan already knew the work of his son from Kuncoro himself.

While Angkasawan, his own adoptive Papa until now did not know the work lunge Kuncoro. Kuncoro has another cell phone when it comes to that esteemed board member.

While Berliana who was surprised to hear the sound of Kuncoro that is very different from his usual speech after his phone call was turned off Kuncoro.

The voice of Kuncoro's answer in the hape continued to ring.

The logic that resembles the Central Javanese tribe makes Berliana confused himself.

"Hey, why?" maura rebuked Berliana when the hour of rest arrived and she visited her friend's workplace.

Berliana.

"What a wonder, Upin and Ipin are always both. Ck. I guess, if I see you in the next hour can make a living because of it?" satirize someone from a distance not too far away.

Wulan, the head of the wardrobe, crossed hands on his chest and smiled cynically to the two contract employees who he considered the rancid.

Maura laughed a little.

"Hey you! Why kedawain Me? That's funny, huh?"

Berliana widened her eyes.

Hello, Ma'am! Whatdoyouwant?

"Here you two! Instead of the obvious grin, you guys are coming with me to bring clothes capstok to the seventh floor of the office advertising shooting room! Here's!"

"But we want lunch, Brother Wulan! It's a break too!" answer Berliana quickly.

"Who are you? How dare I disobey my orders?! Want me to report to Miss Anita? Want to get angry and cut a one-sided contract alias fired disrespectfully!?"

Maura looks up.

"Is this company that cruel?" maura asked a little annoyed.

"You who? Company leaders? Just been a contract employee for two months aja songong really your style! Come on, bring it!"

Berliana and Maura looked at each other.

"Ck. There are also fellow employees but the style is like a personnel manager!" maura's insinuation made Berliana smile wryly.

"What did you say? Dare ngedumel? Huhh?!?"

"Sorry beautiful Mr. Wulan, diligent and kind employee!" maura replied with a bowed face deliberately feigning fear.

Some employees in the production division were silent staring at Maura. They already knew who Maura was. Even one of the senior employees was about to reprimand Wulan but detained Maura with the index finger code above the lips. Maura asks Mas Gibran for silent.

Berliana and Maura walked behind Wulan by pushing a stand hanger filled with filming clothes for an advertising artist on the seventh floor of a special production room.

Maura and Berliana worked in the production division of the graphic design department. According to Wulan a level lower than himself who is a wardrobe head whose job is to take care of costumes and accessories equipment that will be used by actors and actresses filming advertisements.

"Where are you guys going?"

Suddenly the three of them cross paths with Delon, his personal assistant Pak Gunawan, CEO of Matta Network.

"This, Mas. Take the wardrobe to the seventh floor!" wulan replied lightly. He pointed towards Maura and Berliana while saying, "Let's take a sneak upstairs! Don't fuck in front of my girlfriend huh?!"

"Don't you? A boyfriend? Mr Delon?" Of course Maura spontaneity throws a sentence of chafing.

"Hey, this kid isn't doing wardrobe?!?" the inflamed Delon.

"Ga papa, Mas. Let them I gojlog first! Let it work, don't ya malesan!" wulan felt power-mad.

"But it's working hours, Lan! Everyone take a break and have lunch!"

"Alah, from the work of these two children giggling is not clear! That means the power is full. No need for lunch! Young age is still very strong without having to have lunch! Mas Delon want to take me to lunch? Come on, let's go. Hehe..."

"Ehh? Do you know who this is? Maura, do you know who he is?" delon asked with a serious reddened face.

Wulan laughed grimly.

"Why? Gebetan mason Delon huh? Which was? This or this one? Ck, girls models like this are just willing to PHP doang! Fix it, same with me. We're koq's age!"

"Wulans! You want to know who Maura is?"

"Who the hell? It must be his father's son. Not CEO Matta Network's son."

"Who said it, didn't you? Maura is the daughter of Boss Matta Network! Mr Gunawan's son!"

"Huhh???"

Glared at both of Wulan's eyes. Surprised It was so. But a few seconds later, he laughed.

"Mas, bekanda really make heart fitness! Ah, it's not funny!"

"Yes, you are not funny! Maura's son Pak Gunawan, CEO of Matta Network! Do you understand now?"

"Huh???"

"Come, Maura, Berliana! Just leave the pretentious employee in charge of this whole thing!"

Berliana blushed. Maura nodded as she walked holding Berliana's hand.

"Come, I'm hungry too!" he said without further ado to the flabbergasted Wulan alone.

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