Junior CEO And Bodyguard May

A Certainty

Kenzo's brain felt empty. "Are you sure?(are you sure?)"

"This is the list before the plane look off. I checked the reservation, they are, but they didn't make any confirmation and showed up until the time come. So we gave the seat to others, (This is a passenger list before the plane takes off. I checked the reservation, they did, but they didn't confirm and didn't come until the time came. So we give the seat to someone else.)" said the airline company.

Kenzo does not know if he should be happy or sad because although both parents escaped from the plane crash but their whereabouts are still question marks and their phones can not be contacted. They also had almost a week of no news. What happened to his parents, actually?

"Thank you.(thank you)" Kenzo pulled out of the queue line and then tried to call his parents again but the result was nil. There was no answer from both of them.

Then where should I find them? If I report to the police, this matter will blow up (divisible) to the media. As much as possible, I should avoid it because now this problem has become a media food in Indonesia, not to this also be months of international media. I have to be careful.

Mmh .. The last time Dad seemed to have contacted me from the hotel where he was staying. Maybe I can investigate this myself. Kenzo then contacted Arya's assistant in Jakarta to ask her the name and address of the hotel where her father had stayed for the last time. Then he rushed away.

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Chris left his study. "Give me Rojak, Wan."

"Good Sir."

A few minutes later, Rojak came to Chris' office. "Yes sir." He closed the door.

"Sit down first Jak. How it has progressed so far."

Rojak pulls the chair in front of Chris. "I'm going to change the image (symbol) of your product a little bit, and I'm moving in a slightly different direction than the previous one, so from there we will start the production of advertising and it may cost money because it uses a new image that we want to show to the entire market of our products. The target market has also been transformed into young people, especially young mothers because this target market is the most abundant and most consumptive. Today is different from the past, sir. In the past, people attach importance to family life and they can gather a lot with relatives but now many Single Fighter fight alone because women are now many smart and smart looking for their own money. Many young people are still young but have their own businesses. Departing from there I want to make Frozenfood this father's food millennial who very closely follow the times. What do you think, sir?"

"Mmh, that's a good concept, right? I didn't think of creating a new concept like that. All products will follow that concept. Will the packaging change as well?"

"Following a new concept?" Rojak touched his chin, thinking. "That's it. I'm going to the factory now, see the whole product packaging. Are the two factories producing the same thing or what?"

"Same, just pick the closest one."

"Ok, I'll be there now." Rojak immediately stood up.

"Eh .. What about the team you've formed? Any obstacles?" Chris led her to the door.

"Kendalla? So far it can still be tolerated and corrected so it's no problem sir."

"Ok, good luck(good luck) huh?"

"Yes sir."

Chris looked at Rojak's back who left him. He is very professional at work, it is not wrong I chose him. It is suitable to be the successor of the company. The problem is now, whether he is Salwa's match or not, because in fact the soul mate is a divine secret that we cannot interfere in, even if we want to.

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A prison Chief Warden walks into an interrogation room. The fat and potbellied man was sitting next to a table in the middle of the room. Then he waited.

Before long the door was knocked. An officer escorted a prisoner whose hands were still in handcuffs into the room. "It's Sir."

"OKs. Take off the cuffs."

The officer looked confused. "But sir ...."

"It's okay, he's not a murder-criminal and he's also about to be executed so give him some leeway."

The officer finally opened the handcuffs of the man of Indonesian-Indian descent.

"Oh yeah, nobody spies on us behind that mirror because we want to talk serious stuff here, and I don't like to be spied on while we're discussing."

The officer looked objected but was also filled with the wishes of his superior. "Oh, yes sir. Fine." He then came out.

"Please sit down." The Chief Warden invited Rafi to sit in front of him.

The man then sat down. "Good father often visited me here, but you want to discuss what sir is to me? About the death penalty?" Highlight the man's eyes looked empty, confused and resigned.

The Chief Warden leaned his body forward. He raised his index finger to bring Rafi closer to his face. The Indian man according. When he brought his face closer, the Chief Warden cupped Rafi's face making the Indian man frown.

"Once we met, you didn't recognize me?" The barito voice of the Warden's head turned into the soft voice of a woman. A woman he knew very well.

"Anna?" Rafi smiled. "Is this really you?"

Anna in disguise smiled.

"I-I thought you'd never come to see me. I-I thought Papa forbade you to visit me until I resigned the judge's decision." Rafi's eyes immediately pooled and one by one tears fell through the cheeks. He touched his wife's hand.

Rafi nodded. He stood up and approached Anna. He immediately grabbed his wife by the waist and put their lips together like a thirsty man. Voraciously. But then he immediately stopped him and looked at his wife's two beads that had also changed color with darker.

"It feels weird kissing a man."

Both giggle.

Anna then unmasked while exposing the strategy they had to work on after that. He also undressed, and told Rafi to wear it. While he had been wearing clothes in the official clothes earlier so that after being opened saw another shirt in it.

Her distended stomach was also artificial where she put a makeup tool to make a new face mask for Rafi there. He mixes the white powder with water and sticks the dough to Rafi's face little by little. Then he gave color to the face and then painted Rafi's face as closely as possible with the Chief Warden. Due to the frequent making of the Chief Warden's face, he quickly finished the face painting. Painting equipment and make the mask put back into the belly of Rafi who distended using shell-shaped plastic material so that it looks perfectly round.

"You look skinny Anna." Rafi watched his wife.

"You look skinny too, dear." Anna's approaching.

"Ok, we're going to buy a burger."

Both of them laughed again. Anna hugged her husband.

"Then, where is the original Chief Warden?" ask Rafi wonder.

"Oh we kidnapped. It has been 2 weeks since she was kidnapped without anyone knowing because she was still single. There were a few days when I noticed the way he moved and spoke to imitate his voice. After that I kidnapped Romi with your former assistant. He's the one who hid that guy somewhere."

"Mmh, my wife's smart." Rafi smiled.

"Let's go, honey, you need to get out. I'm waiting for."

"Oh, okay. Uh, but the sound?"

"Bikin just vague. Hurry, we gotta move before we get caught." Anna pushed her husband towards the door.

The man was silent for a moment. She is not a woman who pretends to be someone else. His heart is racing.

Anna touched the man's arm. "You're the Chief Warden of the Prison and people believe that."

Rafi. "Mk." He opened the door and met with 2 guards. He closed half his mouth. "I'm going to the toilet for a second" he sounded faint.

"Oh, ready sir" replied one of the guards.

Rafi walked up to the toilet. There happened to be the last person to enter the room just came out. The man immediately closed the door. He immediately took out 3 sets of firecrackers that were put in the fake stomach by his wife and pulled a fire batter out of the bag of pants. He burned the end and threw it into one corner of the room. He did so until all the firecrackers were finished in hand. The deafening sounds began to sound. He tried to escape by running out of the toilet.

Of course the people outside the toilet were panicking and running in a mess. Rafi returned to the interrogation room where both of her guards were guarding with misgivings. No one knew what it was, but a lot of people ran out of the building.

"Quickly save the others!" rafi's orders to both guards.

"Ready Sir." The two guards finally left. He opened the door and pulled his wife out. They then mingle with the men who escaped the prison, but then they turn into the parking lot. There waiting for a car.

"This is the Chief Warden's car." Anna explained.

After getting into the car, they had no trouble passing through the gate that many guards had because Rafi was still wearing the Warden's Head mask. The car in sopiri Anna can come out smoothly to the road.

"Finally dear, you are free," Anna's face looked relieved.

"But they're still going after us" Rafi explained.

"Not if we go back to America."

"But what about Lydia? We can't see him anymore right, if we come to Indonesia I'll be arrested."

"Not if we take him with us, dear."

"But he won't if we don't live together."

"Could, because I've stopped working from that circus. I'm building the Orphan House and Papa will fund it."

"really?" Rafi's eyes back up, shed some tears. Investigations succeeded. He has immersed himself in a dangerous idea with his former subordinate Romi by trapping himself in a car with Romi's large amount of drugs. His men were because they could not bear, also in the car. He hoped his ex-American spy wife would come to her senses and help him. He was almost desperate when his wife did not visit him and he was already convicted as a Drug king, his old job that he had left behind. Romi did not give any news, but it turned out his efforts were successful and he can now live with his wife's son again. Something he longed for as a father and husband for them, his little family.

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