BETTING

EMOTIONS

Celine walked steadily into the office building. Luxurious, majestic buildings that rise in the middle of the pride of the capital.

He was a bit doubtful of actually stepping his foot into this place. However, the determination on his chest was already round. He wants to get everything done soon. The survival of his foster children was in the hands of the humans he would meet at this time.

A few times on the phone but not in the s. It's amazingly busy this man, to reply to his chat was not able to.

His eyes went around looking at the atmosphere around this office. Everyone seems to be busy with their activities. Downstream does not stop.

"Good morning, how can we help you?" A woman at the reception asked him. The woman looked beautiful with a very formal work dress.

"I want to meet with Sister Bisma. Can you?" he said to the woman.

"Oh Mr. Bisma. Is there an appointment?" The woman asked. His eyes are full of search. During this time usually guests who come to meet the boss here do have to make an appointment. They are also well dressed and clean. Not as puffy as Celine looks now.

"Not yet." The girl shook her head weakly."Just tell him Celine wants to meet," he said, feeling agitated. His hands were sweating coldly from now on. He has to meet Bisma today. Got to!

"Sorry, yeah. Ma'am, what's the matter with Mr. A bisma? He can't be found by any random person who has no interest." The woman looked at him from top to bottom. Understandably, at this time Celine only wears makeshift work uniforms and has not had time to change clothes more appropriate, not to rush any more time. Her make-up has even worn off since she climbed the ojol while leaving here.

"Emmm .. That's my business with Bhishma. You don't have to interfere," he replied in a slightly taut tone. His heart started to break. Just want to know people's business!

"Mrs. Bisma can only be encountered by important clients. If Mbak just wants to deliver the goods, it's better to leave it to me." The woman's smile was very sweet, even though her words were very piercing.

Celine was carried away by the emotion of hearing it. I want to tear this woman's mouth apart. But he kept a clear mind, then took a deep breath. "Relax Lin, for the sake of the children. You can't baper." His inner voice whispered.

Patience ... Patience ... Patience ....

"I'm just a regular supermarket worker. But believe me, Bhishma would want to meet if she knew who was coming." He spoke calmly. Resist the tantalizing burst of anger to stir.

The woman snickered him. His lips bent as if ridiculing. His eyes glanced unhappily, code the security to come near them.

A security officer approached them. Standing next to Celine. Whisper and ask the receptionist and say "What's wrong?"

"There's a cashier's mba to see Mr. Bisma. Not making any more promises" he complained.

The security man looked at Celine. Beautiful, interior. Celine herself glanced back. Looks like the father is sangar. Tall body strapping. His skin was pitch black, his mustache thick. It was a bit scary when I saw it. All the prejudices against him instantly collapsed as the father said ....

"Yes already. You just connect. You know it is true, "he said.

Celine's eyes widened upon hearing that. His voice was soft, and he said politely. The girl immediately became respectful of her attitude.

"Please connect, Ma'am. It's important." he replied firmly. His eyes half glared. His neck was almost attracted by being annoyed. Uh, even dicuekin.

"But ...."

"Here you go, try it first. If indeed the boss does not know, then let me take this brother out." The security man finally chose to leave. Walk out.

The receptionist picked up the phone and dialed some numbers. "Well, I'll connect him for a minute with his secretary. Please wait a moment, yes. Just sit down." His clasped hands pointed at the sofa near them. Then tap the table while waiting for the call to be connected. Not polite!

Celine waited patiently. Put her sexy butt on the soft sofa that makes her eyes instantly want to be closed. It felt softer than the mattresses in their home.

He watched every part of the room from the first floor of this building. Big and fancy. There are twenty floors up. He himself did not know where the room of Bhishma was. One thing was certain, that he had to meet the man today. The fate of the foster children depends on their agreement later.

Whether the man is ready or not. He just wants to try. Seeking fortune. Who else could he hope for? Miracles don't seem to be on their side.

"Mother." The woman called Celine. Hearing her name being called, the girl immediately walked over.

"Where?" There was hope in his voice. "Please, Bhishma. Meet me today." Do it in the heart.

I want Celine to pull her hair neatly on her head. The woman smiled mockingly huh. Annoyed, half-dead but he must remain calm and be patient. It was impossible for him to go berserk in the crowd of people. He still knows himself.

"Please tell Mr.Bisma that. It's important!" There is a little emphasis on the last word. Showing anger, just not being rude. His style was graceful, but his eyes were staring intently. Ready to prey if the woman dares to do anything.

It's terrible, too, he thought. Then quickly, his clasped hands redialed the numbers. "T-as-a-while, I reconnected," he said.

Tuk ... Tuk ... Tuk ....

This time it was Celine who tapped her finger on the table. His mind is not calm. His body's gesture was obvious once indicating that he was agitated.

"Mr. It's Mr. Bhishma wants to talk directly. I've connected it," he said in a slightly frightened tone. Do not let this girl run amok, can finish her work here because it is considered rude to guests who come.

Cine immediately grabbed the phone. "Hello, Sister Bisma. I want to talk to brother now. Can you?" he said without further ado.

"Sorry, Lin. I'm busy today." There was a heavy voice of a man from across the street.

"A little while, can you? This is already permission." He tried to negotiate.

"So we made an appointment for tomorrow. Three o'clock in the afternoon, right?"

"Yes, but ..."

"I can't. Something more important ..." The man's voice was cut off when suddenly just ....

"WHAT?! Is my foster child's survival not important to my sister?" Snarled. His chest is up and down. His voice is rising.

The emotion that he had been holding back from the receptionist's treatment, immediately erupted after hearing Bhishma's words.

Seeing Celine's speech style to her slightly fierce boss, the receptionist became a little scared. He waved his hand and called back security.

"Oh, of course Mr. Bisma. My orphanage is not worth anything. You're not making a lot of money, are you?"

"It's not so ..."

Tut's. Phone connection disconnected. Celine hung up the phone rudely. He came out stomping his feet without saying goodbye. Leaving the receptionist and the stunned security staring at him in disbelief. He doesn't care. Some people whispered and asked who he was?

Why Mr. The exclusive famous bisma was willing to take a call from an ordinary woman whose origins are unclear. Wear the mini-market uniform again. The gossip started to spread everywhere. They guessed with a high enough curiosity.

Meanwhile, the man behind the phone laughed out loud. Hang up the phone while looking at the cctv on his desk.

He was actually monitoring what was happening on the ground floor. When the girl came, talking to her employees, anger was unclear. Everything was.

"You're still the same as you used to be. Beautiful, sexy, very seductive. I just need a little patience." His smiling face looked at a photo in his hand. Gently rubbed the old photo, then kissed it gently. Like a madman he made it.

"A little more, baby" He clenched his hands. I think he can't stand it anymore. But everything has to go according to plan. Like something flowing as it is. Everything was well set by the director.

He smiled at the sight of victory before his eyes. Victory to get the girl.

Can't a Bhishma get it?

HA ... HA ... HA ... HA ....

Satan laughed wickedly ....