Buttered

Chapter 11

Meanwhile, in another place, precisely in a luxury apartment in an area near offices. Apartments can only be owned by people who have no other bills in their monthly salary for ten years. That's if their monthly salary is three times the regional minimum wage.

A handsome man like usual was rampaging and slammed a lot of bottles of drinks in the mini bar in the apartment room.

There's no one else there. The household assistants who prepared the apartment will only come if on the phone to clean or take dirty clothes.

All a man whose path is very feminine even though his clothes are so masculine seems to have difficulty remembering the password to open the door of the apartment from the outside.

"How much yes, yesterday was told. I can forget!" murmured Richard.

Yeah, that gleaming guy is Richard, Tristan's personal assistant. And that handsome guy who was rampaging inside that apartment was of course Tristan.

The apartment door will indeed be automatically locked if it is tightly closed. And since then Richard kept ringing the bell of the apartment but never opened the door by Tristan.

Richard should also know, if anyone with god-level emotions would open the door for him.

As a result Richard had to recall the password to open the door of Tristan's apartment. The goal, of course, is to remind Tristan that in a few hours he has to go to the branch office of Arya Hutama Group to introduce himself as a substitute CEO Pak Subagio.

Tet...

The sound that indicates that the combination of money numbers pressed by Richard is wrong.

"Oh em ji, wrong! three times wrong can a nice beautiful plate. Three times wrong on the block, can be on gor0k I'm the same young master. Oh... how much is Miss Shanum's birthday?" grumpy Richard again whose legs have been back and forth like a person who wants to urinate, but does not.

But after thinking for a few seconds. Richard just patted his own eel.

"Hem, mostly eat noodles. Long ago he thought, lack of nutrition and nutrition. Look at the sosmed, my God! what do you remember?" murmured Richard again.

Richard grabbed his phone and opened his social media account. He searches for Shanum Margaretha's name, and after finding her he tries to find out Shanum's birthday.

"What, February 14th. Where is it possible, but the time?"

Richard was still wondering, when suddenly his phone was ringing.

Out of shock, Richard even nearly dropped his phone to the floor, fortunately he still remembered that the expensive cellphone installment was still two months away. So he spryly, with a style of cangcorang catch prey. Directly catch a phone that costs the equivalent of one motorbike.

Not to show off, Richard does need a super smart phone to help all his work to be easier.

Richard's eyes were perfectly rounded looking at the name of the caller listed there. Richard quickly shifted the green phone icon upwards.

"Hello good morning by noon great sir!" richard's greeting to Arya Hutama.

Well, the one who called Richard over the phone call was Arya Hutama. Father of Tristan.

"Hello Richard, you've been to the company, haven't you? I called Bagio. He'll accompany you around the company before he retires tomorrow!" arya Hutama then explained to Richard.

Richard also stuttered. But he could not lie to Arya Hutama.

"Look, big master, there's actually a little problem. Mr. Tristan this morning.. anu... it...!"

"What anu?" ask Arya Hutama with her usual tone of voice.

"Mr Tristan in the slap of a great master woman...!"

"Ha ha ha...!"

Richard's eyes widened perfectly, he was confused. Why did the great master, who was the real father of his young master, laugh to hear that Tristan was slapped by a woman.

'Well, how did the big master even laugh, there really is? parents who love their children in the slap. It's me who's weird, is the big master out of medicine anyway?' richard couldn't if he didn't wonder.

"I already know that, don't you see social media is already trending with the news. Oh yes, I heard that woman also works in the company that Tristan will lead...!"

'Oh em ji, you are Miss Sarah. Geez, even though I like Miss Sarah who is kind and not arrogant, I believe she is also diligent in saving. Oh my goodness, what a pity!' richard in his heart.

So heard that Sarah also works at the company that Tristan will lead. Richard felt sorry for Sarah.

"But big master, Miss Sarah is good. Do you want to be fired?" asked Richard who thought that his great master Arya Hutama would fire Sarah for slapping Tristan.

"Why should I fire him? I just want you to make sure that Sarah stays there. Tristan needs Richard's handler, ha ha ha...!"

Hearing the words of his great spirit, Richard shook his head many times.

'This is his biological father, right? how is his son in the brawler? what is the young master? a crocodile? the tiger?" richard again.

"Okay, big sir!" replied Richard.

Arya Hutama decides to make a phone call with Richard. After finding Shanum's birthday date, it must be the password for Tristan's apartment.

Richard pressed the button with the number. Sure enough the door lock of the apartment was immediately open.

'Hem, bucin bucin deh. All wear Miss Shanum's birthday, password hape, apartment password. Well.. means WiFi password also dong!' richard's mind giggling.

Richard immediately looked for Tristan's whereabouts, in his room there was none. There is no work space. There was nothing in the kitchen either.

"Hem, that's not wrong anymore. It must be in the mini bar!" murmured Richard who knew how Tristan was venting his frustration when he was emotional.

And so Richard opened the door to the bar's drinking room. His eyes regained the sight that made him shock instead of playing.

Tristan was drinking on a floor full of broken bottles. The handsome man's eyes were red.

"Oh em ji young master, want to go to the company even mabok anyway, how the hell?" asked Richard with a facial expression like he was in debt of hundreds of millions of rupiah.

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