ARINDAS

Plans

[Rick, I'm home. Suddenly, my head hurt]

One message sent. Arinda immediately put her phone in the bag and immediately put the Brown.

Tired of the many jobs and the burden of the mind makes Arinda dizzy. He chose to go home to rest himself.

Three hours later

Arinda felt her apartment door open. But, since his head still hurts. He refused to move. In fact, it was still under the blanket. His eyes closed back. Because, assuming he was dreaming.

However, the mattress moved like someone was climbing. Arinda opened half her eyes. Put the blanket down to the chest. However, not even looking back, someone had already hugged her from behind.

Arinda spontaneously shocked and turned her head. He found Ricko smiling at him.

“Ricko.”

“You sick?”

“Puses."

“Sleep again. I'll accompany you.”

Arinda did not answer. He just closed his eyes again.

Ricko pulled the girl so that her burly hand could become a head pad. And hold it tighter. The man finally fell asleep.

Two hours later

Ricko's awake. Their position has not changed. Shortly after, Arinda moved.

“Ricko.”

“Hm.”

“I'm still having a headache.”

“We go to the doctor, yes?”

“No.”

“Then take the medicine. I bought it for a minute.”

“No.”

“Then, what do you want?”

“Super spicy baby meatballs.”

“What?!”

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Ricko is upset to see Arinda eating meatballs with a lot of sambal. In fact, it was his second bowl. It was forbidden, but he still mengueyel.

“Does your stomach not hurt?”

“No. It precisely cures my headache.”

Arinda finished her second bowl of meatballs. His face looks happy.

“Ah, I finally improved.”

“Any. Headache instead of taking medicine, but instead eat sambel.”

“Bakso, Rick, not sambel.”

“Two bowls earlier for me the contents are not meatballs but sambel. Flushed broth gives goosebumps.”

Arinda. “Why are you here? Office work is a lot, Rick.”

Ricko clucked in annoyance. “You are more important. Anyway I can finish it tomorrow.”

“Ricko.”

“What?”

Arinda got up and approached Ricko.

“Sorry, this morning slapped you. Hurts?” arinda asked as she rubbed Ricko's cheek.

“No. I'm just surprised. I was wrong anyway. Want to forgive me?”

“Sure.”

“On the wedding ...”

“Already, Rick. Don't talk about it anymore. I won't ask for it.”

“But, I ..”

Not finished the man spoke, Arinda already grabbed Ricko's lips. But, quickly the man took it off.

“Arinda ...”

Again, not finished talking Ricko, Arinda again landed a kiss. Holding the man by hugging him tightly.

However, Ricko with a bit of his strength kept Arinda's body away. Then, run towards the refrigerator. Drinking water directly in a bottle while fanning his lips with his hands.

Arinda approached Ricko with an astonished look. “Why you? Is my kiss disgusting?”

“Not ...” Ricko stopped his speech and again downed a bottle of drink to the toilet.

“Ricko, iihh. I'm offended! I just wanted to apologize. The kiss was my apology.”

Ricko doesn't care what Arinda says. He's looking for sugar. Open one clear jar and spoon directly into the mouth. Then, directly gush it.

“Asin!”

Back, Ricko ruffled Arinda's kitchen and opened another clear jar. Smoothed it then tucked it a little. When I feel like his tongue is sweet. It immediately spooned two spoons at a time into the mouth. Stab it while wiping the sweat droplets coming out of the forehead.

“Ricko!”

“Pedas, Arinda! Spicy kiss! Ah, naw. That means, your lips are spicy!”

Arinda raised one eyebrow, confused. “Pedas? How can?”

Ricko exhaled heavily. The spicy taste on his lips had already gradually disappeared thanks to the sugar earlier. He approached Arinda and pinched the crisp white cheek.

“Of course you can. You're gonna eat the sauce. Your kiss this time is really hot. Spicy and hot.”

“Bakso, Rick. Not kuah sambel.”

“So whatever!”

“So, don't want me to kiss?”

“This time, yes!”

“Yes, geez. What an evil measure to you why so shallow, anyway, Arinda? I'm spiciness! This is for the first time I'm not interested in your lips.”

“Ricko, iiihh!”

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A bright morning. Drove with the Brown split the streets of the capital. Once in the parking lot, Arinda did not go straight to the desk. He stopped by the pantry for a little bit to make some sweet tea.

However, when crossing the emergency stairs. He stopped stepping. Because, hearing the voice of people screaming. Arinda floundering to see the condition. When it felt lonely and safe, the girl started eavesdropping.

Close the ears, sharpen the hearing. Arinda couldn't believe what she just heard. I don't know who was there. The girl only memorized one voice, which belonged to Mr. Dennis, Narendra's Financial Director.

They're all planning a trap for Ricko. I don't know what sort of thing. Everyone stopped talking when one of the phones rang.

Huh! Rang? My phone is sounding. Die me! batin Arinda shouted and immediately rejected the call.

Arinda immediately ran into the toilet and stayed there until it was safe.

However, the sound of the toilet door opening made Arinda sweat. He did not deny that he was currently afraid.

Duh, Arinda early in the morning your fate is already apes. Cepet think let's go. Arinda.

One by one the sounds of the rooms opening were heard. Arinda is at the end. He held his cell phone tightly. He bowed deeply, closing his eyes.

Suddenly, an idea came along. Arinda immediately opened google and started to do a search.

Meet me! yelled Arinda in the heart.

The sound of people defecating along with the bomb blasts began to sound. The sound is so disgusting. In fact, Arinda also felt like vomiting.

And .. seems to be working. The sound of a quick step and the door opening then closing sounded.

Instantly, Arinda exhaled a sigh of relief. Sweat sweat on his forehead rubbed by hand.

He started to step out of the room. Slowly, swing your way to the toilet exit. Raising your head while looking to the left and right. When the atmosphere was safe, the girl rushed out and ran towards the room. Forget the sweet tea. Because, his taste has been lost due to the sound of the bomb earlier.

Enter Ricko's room and immediately sit in front of him.

“Rick.”

Ricko turned and then frowned. “Tumben once you mess?”

“But, I'm still pretty, right?” arinda asked as she rolled her hair high.

“Iya.”

“Rick.”

“What?”

“I'll take care of you.”

Ricko smile. “Men are not guarded by women. Here should I take care of you.”

“We look after each other.”

“No. I'm taking care of you. And, you don't have to do the same. I can take care of myself.”

“But, Rick ...”

“Hei, Miss. What was? Why is it that all of a sudden our conversation is getting heavy?”

Ah, yes. Stupid ... stupid ... stupid! Why am I so frank. Yeah, prestige dong the Ricko. Where do you want men guarded by women. Okay, smart girl. You have to hide. Arinda.

“I'm just afraid you're tired. After all, the bribery case file is not finished yet, right?”

“It's done. I'll take it to the green table. Next Monday we will meet with a lawyer. Please note in schedule, yes.”

“OK. You are so smart. Then, how is the case progressing?”

“Surprising!”

“Tell!”

“Nanti.”

“Ricko, tell me now.”

“Work first. We have a meeting, right? Ten minutes left.”

“HAH!” Arinda glanced at his watch. “Oh, God! I haven't prepared the documents!”

Arinda rushed out of the room in a hurry.

Seeing Arinda's behavior, Ricko shook his head. “Ascientific! Lucky darling!”

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After the meeting, Arinda and Ricko return to the room. The girl told a story that was delayed.

Ricko explained the case. He said there were a few more names that might be suspects.

In fact, the man said the company's losses amounted to nearly a trillion. Because, every new project also becomes a prank of mice sitting in the office. Surabaya and Yogyakarta were not spared from cheating.

“One trillion is money or what? Why so much?”

“They did not take it at once but rather gradually over those twenty years.”

“Good once.”

“You don't have to think about it. I'll take care of it.”

Arinda nodded and picked up the two invitations on Ricko's table. “Birthday celebration? We're invited?”

“Yes, Mr. Dennis's nephew's birthday. We will come together. Let's just say it's the last day we appreciate it before it's thrown in jail.”

Arinda. He was thinking about Dennis and his allies talking on the emergency stairs this morning. They said they'd frame Ricko.

Oh, naw! It's not a trap for Ricko. How'this? Arinda.

In the midst of his anxiety, Arinda remembered Mr. Rahardian.

“Rick, I'm going to the toilet first.” Not even Ricko. He has rushed out.

Take the elevator to Rahardian's room.

“Pak Arif, is Pak Rahardian there?”

“Nothing. Earlier this morning Mr. Rahardian had just left the Fatherland back to London.”

“Can I ask for his phone number?”

“No.”

Ah, goddamn. I'm late. Then, how now? I don't know Dennis' plan. Looks like, I really should take care of Ricko, Inner Arinda.