A Friend from Malaysia

Conversations of Leon and Inspiration

Yola was still jarring when all the furniture items that had been ordered Ilham had been delivered to the tenth floor of this building. The man may have gone mad, such was Yola's thought towards her own husband. How not, Inspiration in addition to buying a bed, he also bought a television, a refrigerator, even a sofa and some other items to be placed on this floor.

"Not so bang, buy a closet, same kitchen set you guys? So later we really make this into an apartment, all of you," said Yola here.

"Hahaha, you can! Good idea! Brother forgot to buy the kitchen tools juge, so Yola can cook for brother, if brother hungry later," Ilham replied more nosy so Yola more frowned.

"Jss ...." Yola fizzed more and more annoyed at the reply of Inspiration.

Inspiration laughed chuckling again to see Yola's reaction that still could not accept if the room on the 10th floor was to be transformed into a semi-apartment office that only the two of them would occupy.

"Well be angry, Mrs Boss! Mrs Boss please arrange yourself where the items are to be placed. Brother wanted to talk to Leon first," said Ilham as he took Leon to his desk.

Yola mangosteen thought about where she should put all the typical furniture of the house. But for the bed he already knew where to place it. Behind the office of the president director who used to belong to Atok Yahya, there is a reading room. Inspiration already has an idea to move it outdoors and have his men take care of it until later the collection books atok Yahya can be arranged in a closet or shelf.

"Said ape?" leon sounded bad.

"Heyyyyy!!! You're kenape?" tanya Ilham did not understand.

"No de," replied Leon as a manyun.

"If not de kenape face scowl like that?" ask Inspiration again.

"Well, you call me here to say ape? I thought you didn't need me anymore" Leon said with a whimper.

Inspiration turned to look at Leon.

"Hey!!! You're kenape? Are you sulking to? Haha ... What is this thing? If you are someone who wants to be asked or said to be capable, do not be like that, bristling the fur of my romans jadinye, hahaha!!!" reel Ilham while embracing Leon.

"Aiss, that's it. If you choose your beloved wife to be vice president director, why still tell this little guy? Kenape, didn't you tell Yola to buy all this stuff herself?" said Leon still pouting.

"Ya Tuhaaan hahaha ..., are you sulking because I chose Yola to be the vice president director to? Are you jealous of him? Ckck ... It's inappropriate, it's inappropriate!" ilham said incessantly teasing Leon who sulked about it.

Leon grumbled at the temptation of Inspiration to him.

"Hais, you don't do that, Leon. I chose Yola to be vice president director so I can control her here. That's why I bought all the things that are here. Yola was pregnant, I didn't want her to feel tired, but she was stubbornly begging me to let her go back to work. So I had an idea to let him come to work, but in this way. Being a vice-director, it doesn't take much work. It will not be too tired for him to hold this position," said Ilham.

"That's it?" ask Leon.

"That's over? My real representative is still you juge. Important work that I don't want Yola to do, for example .. must work to find someone outside the N-one building, I want you to do it. And for all administrative matters that require policy or signature from the vice president director, then ask him to do it himself. I'll give you a salary as big as a presidential salary. How's it?" ask Ilham.

"You want to not? If you don't want to say it. I'll find someone else later" said Ilham.

"Haisss, Mr. Inspiration is very cunning!"

"So how is it? You want to not?" ask Ilham while wrapping his hands around Leon's neck. "Usah sulk. Not good!!! You're still the best working partner in the world!"

"That kind of praise, rimas (revealing) hear taw," said Leon.

"But Leon, mase ni is something more important that I want to ask about Melisa. You yourself know he's now at the police station for being the only suspect in a murder case. And in addition to being a suspect, in the bag die there are also dangerous drugs that can damage the nerves of the body. Police say Melisa was also a special prisoner on suspicion of being an international mob. And he seems to be the cause of Sonia's body ache like that. He also confessed. So Leon, I want to know where you got that woman? Kenape is such a bad guy being a nurse?" ask Ilham.

Leon clenched his forehead back. He had heard that Melisa was arrested by the police, but Leon had heard nothing else about the drugs. And what did Ilham say? Involved in a drug syndicate? Leon really doesn't understand it now.

"Leon ..." urged Ilha..

"Melisa is the nurse my friend sought. I myself was too busy to be able to find a nurse myself. I'm sorry, I'm not confident in carrying out the orders you gave me for that time" Leon said.

Ilham sighed. Leon was really careless this time. Mr. Y finally got a gap to be able to infiltrate someone to do something bad in his family. This time, Mr. Y did it even more than a word worked. The Atok ended up just dying in the hands of that man. And Ilham admitted he was too underestimating everything that happened in his family. But not this time!

"Well, if that's the case, where's he sitting (dwelling)?" tanya Ilham wanted to know.

His heart's desire was still to blame Leon. But he was angry no matter how, the result would still be the same. The Atok will not return. And if he breaks up with his confidants, wouldn't Mr. Y would even be happy with that?

"Why? You want to know where he lives?" asked Leon stammering.

Inspiration scrunched his forehead. Leon was hiding something from her.

"I'm looking into Melisa's origins from her. And I also want to know that your friend also has a motive to send Melisa to my family," said Ilham.

"That's it?" leon asked looking agitated.

"I'll finish off your friends like they treat Atok, if he's really planning this with Melisa!"

Leon's eyes suddenly widened to hear the words of Inspiration filled with anger.

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