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Bagas has deployed everyone to monitor every airport, station and terminal. Found one trace clue from Alexa. His men even found a witness, the Van driver who drove Alexa to the city of M. The driver was facing Bagas, because in front of him there was a suitcase with some money. Making the driver's mouth and tongue is very smooth in telling stories. His eyes twinkled at the money clap that he had never seen in a lifetime, let alone touched.
At the time, the driver said it was expensive information. About a guy who met Alexa there. They moved vehicles at that time. However, the driver did not see the man, but he remembered the name Alexa mentioned.
"Azriel's? Is it possible, that's Azriel Bawazier?" gumam Bagas, remembering the name of one of his business partners. "How did they meet there? Or, Alexa did make a deal with that Arab man!" pissed Bagas.
Brakk!
He hit the table with both fists.
Not Arab Gas! But Egypt ! It's different on that continent!
"You! Find out if Azriel Bawazier is still in the country or not!" tell Bagas to his subordinates. His head began to pulsate again and his heart feathers seemed to be squeezed tight. Without any more ba-bi-bu, Bagas ran into the toilet in his study.
Huweerrkk!
He vomited again this morning. I don't know, I've had a few times since he woke up. Every time he let out his stomach then, Bagas would feel all the joints in his body weak. His head ached and his vision fell. He held on to the side of the sink. Keep balance on his body so as not to fall.
Virnie who several times knocked on the door of the room but there was no word finally forced in, he heard the sound of Bagas who was spewing something from his stomach. Virnie's worried about not getting out of the bathroom for half an hour. He had to break the door and call his boss.
Brakes. Brakes. Brakk!
"Master! Master!" Virnie called her boss tight. Blow the door a few times. Eventually he called out for security.
"Please, sir, open the door. I'm afraid if master why-why," said Virnie who was very worried about the situation Bagas.
"What if you're behind the door. We have to break down. Free backup keys!" said one of the company's security.
"Sir, are you there!" Call Virnie, hoping the boss is still conscious. Until he gets a weak answer.
"Good, Sir. You can break down the door" Virnie said.
Dugs. Dugs. Drughhh!
BRUAAKK!
Finally the door opened as well. Featuring a dashing figure leading the company lying around. Fortunately, Bagas' indoor toilet door did not use fingerprint technology to open the door. If he does, then it will take a technician and definitely take a long time to open it.
They found them in a weak state. Severe dehydration bagas. He was treated for 24 hours. Because Bagas insisted on going home. He had to lead meetings with his colleagues from Japan and Korea.
"We heard that you were treated in the hospital. Are you okay now?" ask one of Bagas business colleagues who feel from Japan. They speak Japanese of course.
"I'm good, as you can see at the moment. Let's start sa-" hasn't had time Bagas finish his words. Again, a feeling of nausea that is so intense attacks him. Bagas also raised his hand as a request for permission to leave the room. Virnie immediately follows the boss, who is now in the toilet.
"Are you still able to continue the meeting under these circumstances, sir?" ask Virnie full of worries. Because at Bagas' request he came in and saw how Bagas removed the yellow liquid from his stomach so tormented.
"Vir, only you .. see my chaotic situation like this" said Bagas gasped. His head turned back dizzy and his vision blurred. Bagas closed his eyes for a moment. While standing in front of the sink.
"It's okay, Sir. I'm so sad to see you like this. What do you really hurt? Why are the symptoms like the one I had last year," asked Virnie ventured. The slightly fat body secretary while applying fresker to the neck and nape of Bagas. Then massage it slowly. Only Virnie Bagas believes, because this secretary won't do anything. Virnie is married. Virnie has compassion for his boss. That's what makes Bagas so appreciative of Virnie. She's not a bad woman who matre.
"Last year, what did you get sick of?" tanya Bagas who began to be able to adjust his breathing again. He sipped a ginger drink made by Virnie slowly. His stomach is feeling better now. Not in a jumble like that. I don't know what the response to his colleagues will be.
"Vir is not sick, sir. At that time, I was pregnant. Jadis for two months I was cravings exactly as you were. Nausea and vomiting from again until noon. Sir remember no? At that time, I had applied for a leave of absence for two months," said Virnie who suddenly made both Bagas' eyes bully.
"What do you mean, Vir? Why do you equate the symptoms I'm feeling right now with the cravings you used to have?" cecar Bagas stared intently, making the secretary gulp down his saliva.
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