Charm Duda Ganteng But Jutek

Chapter 45

"Together with Mr. Leonardo, success right?", asked Azmi.

"Mechanically, I am. But..ckkk! He was trying to do something dirty. The truth is, he told me to meet in the same room girls who wear their clothes are just lacking materials!"

"Well, you want to?"

''Just crazy! Don't you! I said, if you still want to work with me, meet me at the restaurant!"

''Boiled down, that's dong!", said Azmi.

"But something made me suspicious. Unfortunately, I have no proof!"

"Surprisingly why?"

"Lid lunch with him, suddenly I.pussy and yes.that's it! I really want to do 21++!"

Azmi knitted her two eyebrows.

"What is 21++ ?"

"Ga try to play ogeb, Azmi!"

"Seriously I'm the boss!"

"There are drugs that stimulate me!"

"Innalilahi, continues...You're not sleeping with a girl carelessly right By!"

"Njir, don't ya!"

"Alhamdulillah if that's mah!"

"I want to bring two big boys with me, Amara help me. Honestly, I'm ashamed. He has twice helped me. I'm so weak I'm a guy."

"How is it?", Azmi looked at me suspiciously.

"Kok Lo see that?", I accuse.

''Gue it's , boss!"

"Yes, he's talking about a hoodlum! He's a martial artist!"

Azmi nodded understandingly while playing her finger at the wheel. After that, he looked.

"Only that?", she asked me suspiciously. Does he understand that well?

"Eum..ngga anyway!"

"I guessed it!"

"What you don't think is as rich as it is, Azmi!"

"Emang Lo know what I think? Which doctor did he take Lo to?"

I scratched my temple.

"Ga to the doctor, Mi!"

Azmi looked quickly.

"Where to the doctor?"

"The apartment!"

"Astaghfiullah! Are you the same as Amara abis nganu?"

I was confused as to what to answer. I said yes, I didn't do that. Replied no, but I even finished it in front of Amara.

"My answer is napa?"

"Eum, I..gue only c***Amara doang Mi. Yes.yes he also replied c*****me!"

Azmi gaped in disbelief. He nodded while looking at me.

"But I swear, I didn't destroy her Mi!", I said as I raised my fingers to form the letter V.

"Wait on! Lo said, Lo gave you stimulant drugs right? You may not just do it with Amara!", Azmi still does not believe.

"Yes.emang is Mi. I...gue.satisin himself in front of Amara. I didn't destroy him, I swear to God. Even though I'm not fully aware anymore, I can still think of doing nothing that far as Amara."

"Yakin Lo?"

"Oath, Azmi! For God's sake!"

"Lo ain't shy about running out Anu Lo in front, Amara?"

"Well, I lost control Mi. It was mending, I didn't get to him!", I said snorting in annoyance.

"So he sees that???", he asked, squinting his eyes.

"I'm ashamed, aren't you interrogating me rich?"

"Well, she's a girl. Suguhin has Lo!"

"He's a grown-up too, Mi! Not ABG!"

"Everyone! The title is unmarried!"

"Yes.yes, what do you say!", I said in the end.

"Keep, how's the continuation?"

"Yes there is no follow-up. Beres so, he left me in his apartment. In fact, I'm on the pinjemin's shirt of all. What makes me not end up thinking, he instead asked me to avoid the incident. Crazy for you!"

"Lupain's? Which really is. You're so, he asked Lo lupain?", asked Azmi. I agree with a nod.

"Yes, I also met him at Febri's house last night. I had him talk out of Febri's house. I said I wanted to take responsibility for what I did to him. But he refused, there's nothing to account for he said."

"Who is the heula?", Azmi turned to me with sharp eyes.(Then first)

"What?"

"What kind of responsibility does this mean?", asked Azmi in full search.

"Yes.. responsibility.gitu...!"

"Lo wants to marry her that's what she means?", Azmi wrote. I scratched my temple.

"Eum...maybe!"

Azmi chuckled softly but after that she put on a serious face.

"Lo thought, he wanted to do that suddenly in marriage with a guy who had clearly rejected him from the beginning? Moreover, he knows, Lo has not moved on from Bia. Anyone would refuse, let alone marriage just because of responsibility."

What Azmi said, there's a point. But if I don't have the same responsibility as what happened between me and Amara, isn't that a coward?

"Let me stay a day has almost ruined people's children! How a week!", Azmi quipped.

"What a time, Mi!", I was upset.

"Emang is rich!"

"So I have to do with Azmi Abdullah!!!!"

"Why Lo? Broken heart at the push of Salsabila?", shoot me. He looked quickly.

"Who's word is rejected! I've never shot him."

I raised one of my eyebrows.

"Heum, don't shoot anyway. But pedekate the Islamic version of Lo style, unfortunately it failed! Why not Lo!"

He was shaking his lips.

"Yes, Ustadzah Salsabila wants to get married. He was at the same sermon the son of kyai ponpes there too!", said Azmi lethargic.

I patted her on the shoulder, trying to strengthen.

"Prophey! Maybe God still asked Lo to be a widower, Mi!", I patted her shoulder again a little tighter. He looked at me quickly with his face reddened. Maybe holding back emotions because of my teasing.

Thought good from earlier in the so, behind it so soul esmosi anyway??

"Whatever!", he said. I got a little over my troubles with Amara for laughing at Azmi's bad luck. Uh, not bad either. I am also not much more interested in his fate.

Our car is in the office. We got down together and went into the office. The office employees looked down respectfully and greeted us both.

Some say, at first glance we are similar. But I don't know. It is up to them to see what we are like. If Azmi looks more friendly than me, not with me. Every time I step my foot into the office somehow the veins on my cheeks to smile are hard.

There are some women who I think dress quite sexy. The difference! That's what I saw. But maybe they're comfortable!

"Good morning, Mr. Alby, Mr. Azmi!", greet them. Azmi and I nodded.

"Morning!"

The elevator is quite crowded. Because working hours are about to start.

"Sir Alby!", call a workwoman. I looked at it briefly. I no longer look at the woman. For me, her clothes are too sexy to work in the office.

"That's Mr. Alby, the field activity report on the XYZ project I've put on Mr. Azmi's desk."

I squinted my eyes. What say???

"Thank you!", I said briefly. The woman was still staring at me with a smile.

"Oh yes may I say one thing to you, what is your name?", I asked. Is it not wrong to ask the name of the employee? If the office officials, of course I memorized their names.

"Nova, Mr. Alby!", she answered with a smile.

"I don't care what your beliefs are. But, I want a woman who works in this office. Especially those who often work with me. I want you and all of you to wear polite clothes!"

Nova and his partner who wore office clothes with a skirt a few inches above the knee also gulped his saliva.

"You work with your brain and energy, right? Don't you want to highlight your sexiness?"

Buset nih boss, again upset with Amara, the children who become his angry outburst. Inner Azmi.

"Sorry! If I am too confident or too confident. With you guys dressed like that, you think I'm interested? Nay! Please do not lower your self-esteem. I hope you understand and do not misunderstand! That is if you still want to work here. Please say I'm arrogant, pretentious and whatever it is. But one thing you should know, especially you!"

I pointed to Nova and her colleagues who I found too sexy to dress.

"I know you're smart. So, use your intelligence in the right place! Not using your physical. Understood?!"

Nova and his partner nodded.

"Understand sir!"

After saying that, Azmi and I got into our special elevator.

"Crazy Lo, they're rich with boiled tofu crabs! Angry as to who's acting out who!"

"Belgium!"

"The habit!", said Azmi.

"Lo don't know what they're doing."

"Yes, you don't want to be the boss. Let it be!", said Azmi.

"Emang Lo ga fishing?", I asked.

"No! My man doesn't set the bait!", he replied casually.

"Lo ya ya really!", I pointed at his face.

"Part Lo, the employee's clothes are only in trouble!"

"Yes how not, Marsha who is the former main secretary here all this time uses her shirt politely. Without me asking, Mi! Even from the beginning I knew him, he wasn't rich they wore a skirt twenty inches above the knee!"

"Emang Lo really measure twenty inches? Don't make Marsha the standard of their clothes Boss. You didn't see their faces!?"

"Bodo. It's up to that division that I rarely meet, but if they are often related to my work, I don't want to!"

"Fear tempted?"

"According to Lo..???", I asked back.

I went into my room. Azmi sat at her desk. Just sitting down, the phone rings.

[Yes?]

[Good morning sir, there are guests who would like to meet Mr. Alby. Could ?]

[Who?]

[Name Mr. French]

[Mr.French?]

[Open sir Azmi]

[Wait a minute, I asked Mr. Alby]

Azmi turns off her phone connection with the receptionist.

Tok.dok...

"Lake in!"

Azmi also entered my room.

"There's a guest."

"Who?"

"Mrs. Frans."

"Frans?", I asked parroted. Azmi nodded.

"Would you meet, or refuse?", asked Azmi. I was quiet for a while. Why did he meet me? And how did he know I was here? Does he know that I'm close to Amara?

"Where?", asked Azmi.

"Oh, okay!"

Azmi goes out to call her receptionist to let Frans see me.