Hot Duda: Love For Rangga

And Turns....

"Work well, if you don't want to be at PHK disrespectfully."

No, that's not a pure phrase from Jessy. I ordered him to say that to every employee who told me about my personal life.

"Don't meet me at the office, Stell. I don't want employees to gossip. Moreover, my status is still the husband of people. Hopefully, you can keep the boundaries of a friend. Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you."

Offended? I don't think so at all. He even acted very relaxed. "I won't come if you don't ignore me."

"And I told you, I'm busy."

"Even to pick up the phone?"

"Yes, sure. I'm very busy."

Stella leaned over the table. "Well, what about tomorrow, there's time for me? You don't work on Saturdays, do you? Say yes, and I'll go home."

I looked up from my notes. "okay." If it can get you out of here.

Stella smiled triumphantly. "Determine the time and the time. Let me know as soon as possible." He also walked to the door. I wonder if he is good at dancing? Clearly, he is good at pitching.

Okay. Let's just say nothing happened, I refocused on my work. Until tomorrow...

Yep. I had absolutely no intention of serving Stella this weekend, but that was beyond my expectations. Early in the morning, the red sedan was parked in front of my fence and had busy security and housekeeping assistants knocking on my bedroom door.

"What's wrong?" my many. I still enjoy my sleep, still with my eyes closed.

Then someone outside the door said, "I'm sorry, sir. There are guests who want to meet. Name's Stella. Can I come in, sir?"

"*hit! Send home! Tell me I'm still sleeping."

"Already, Sir. But the guy forced."

"Good, Sir."

Silent.

See, it's nothing she's pissed me off. I took my phone and activated it.

Drrr...

Waw! Directly vibrates. Stella's beautiful photo and her sexy body instantly adorned my phone screen.

"It's still too early even for lunch" my reviewer after shifting the call-receipt option. "And you know, you're disturbing my sleep!"

I think my irritated tone should be enough to make a woman choose to stay away from me. But it turns out that doesn't apply to a Stella.

He chuckles. "All right, pick me up at lunchtime. Don't make me bother looking for you."

Heh! Who asked to be sought by him? Big no's!

"Send me your address. Let me go there later."

Actually lazy. But what am I supposed to do through this boring weekend? Surely this is a weekend that will feel very long because this is the first time I have been without Rhea since the last five years.

Yeah. I thought I'd better go, but not alone.

So, yeah, at last that afternoon, just before half-time, I turned the car into the driveway of Erlan Nasution's house - that's what I thought of it: the house of the late Erlan Nasution. When Stella sent me her home address, I realized I had been there - before my client's funeral. A young man who died in a single accident. We worked together a few months ago. Unfortunately, I did not expect that the figure of Stella was the widow of my late client.

O-ouw. This world is so narrow.