LOVE WINARSIH

SPECIAL PART: 2.0

If there is a typo please forgive first, yes. Update on the road using his writing phone is very small. Although multi-tasking, concentration is also everywhere. 🤧

Typo had previously been fixed, but the NT review system was slow. Thank you for your understanding, as well as Boeboo's ocean-wide heart. Minal Aidin Wal - Faidzin. Sorry inner birth if there is a typo.

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“What's today's schedule, Yan?” dean asked as he crossed Ryan's desk.

“Happy birthday in advance, Mr.” Ryan stood up, grabbed the map and followed Dean into his room.

“Thank you,” said Dean, opening the door of the room directly walk to the back of the worktable. “Schedule?”

“Excited as it seems,” murmured Ryan, scrolling through the tablet to see his boss's schedule.

"Enhanced because it was forty. Forty years is the point at which life will actually begin. Full of challenges and in the eyes of the women .. The forty-year-old man is at the peak of his charm.”

Ryan grunts.

“Kalo don't believe, ask the ladies about what I said just now.” Dean threw himself on the chair, then leaned back and crossed his legs staring at his secretary.

“OK, I'll ask the women at Mr. De's house later. Bu Win, Dita, Widi, Nuna—”

Dean pointed his finger at Ryan, taking a short breath. “Good,” said Dean.

“OK, if so now the schedule …. Morning there was a bankruptcy verdict hearing, trus abis lunch there was a public lecture at the private law faculty about business disputes—"

“How many hours? Not more than two hours, right? I have a Genk P3K appointment at Beer Garden. The nibih tractant. Though all rich, collect kayak tracts never get free. Wonder,” said Dean.

“Not everything is that? Mr. De also if dibiliktir rich not pern—”

“Yes, do not need to go on,” cut Dean. “Come, get ready to go directly to the Commercial Court. The client is unable to pay his debts. Thank goodness I was able to pay the lawyer. Cassian. Fortunately I've been playing desperately,” said Dean.

“Deadly until his company is declared bankrupt?” Ryan placed the documents in front of Dean.

“Ya, yes. If he insolvent he does not need to pay his debt ...,” open files one by one, “ temporarily,” continued Dean. “If you want bankruptcy release, yes, must file again. Pay debts. If you want to be free from the problem of having to pay the debt."

After checking the files to be taken to court, Dean returned out of the office with Ryan to the commercial court. Dean and Ryan spent almost two hours there.

“Lunch first, Yan. I'm laper,” Dean said, glancing at the clock on his wrist.

“Good dining place or convenient dining place?” ryan asked as they arrived at the parking lot.

“Comfortable dining place. At this age, I prefer comfort. The older I get, the less I suffer. So, don't take me for a dry. Don't take my lackluster hair before going to college. The lecture was certainly filled with young people who were looking for a lawyer to be a role model. I'm sure they must immediately put me on the list so much that I am more handsome if looked at directly.” Dean lowered the sun visor and tidied up his hair.

“Role model—role model .. fine,” Ryan murmured while driving.

A private campus became their destination after lunch. As usual, despite not arriving at any event location sooner, Dean was never late. They arrived at the lecture hall five minutes before the lecture began. Before long Dean was standing behind the podium with the most charming attitude from a guest lecturer who fulfilled the invitation.

“The number of business disputes is the impact of more foreign investment into Indonesia and vice versa many Indonesian companies that go international. Business disputes involving international business actors often lead to international arbitration. Evidently, the number of business dispute cases involving Indonesian companies at the level of international arbitration also increased sharply," explained Dean.

The course ends after an hour and a half and ends with a question and answer session.

“Because from here I have a schedule that is no less important, I limit only ten questions. Who wants a photo together, I only time ten minutes.” Dean looked at the hundreds of students in front of him.

Although Ryan was sneering when Dean said about the ten-minute photo session, as usual his boss was rarely missed in believing his own charm. Photo sessions take longer than question-and-answer sessions.

Ryan was ten feet from Dean. Crossing hands in front of the chest like a manager waiting for his artist who is meeting fans. Dean had glanced at the watch on his wrist many times, but the female students still came back and forth. Realizing the situation, Ryan approached the crowd who drowned his superior.

“Maaf—maaf .. excuse me. Mr. Dean it's time to go for the next schedule. Sorry, yes ...” Ryan burst into the crowd and looked at Dean who was looking at him gratefully.

“Tuh, right, can you see if my charm is getting sparkling at the age of forty.” Dean stepped hurriedly towards the parking lot. “My phone is low-batt, Yan. In your car there is a charger?”

“Nothing,” replied Ryan.

“So I have said why not use the car Mr De aja? My car does not have a charger.”

“Well, this is your job now. My phone is dead. I still have to see Genk P3K, so I'll go to Beer Garden first. You go back to the office, get the files in my drawer. Map of chocolate in locked drawer.” Dean handed Ryan a key. “You guys ask the office driver to anter my car to Beer Garden. For files, you must bring.”

“Let me stick to Beer Garden, right?” ryan asked from behind the wheel.

“That's right, Ryan.”

At exactly five in the afternoon, Dean was already sitting next to the Sky and opposite Toni and Rio.

“Ryan where? Not follow?” ask Sky.

“Nyulos. But this clock is stuck. The camera must have been a while,” Dean explained.

“Happy birthday, yes. Mr. Dean. Hopefully the more glowing and richer,” said Toni.

"That's whose idea is the children's toy? Make deg-degan. I became like there was a trauma of his own every time there was a gift of children's toys,” said Dean, stirring his drink.

"That was intentional for Nuna. Kan birthday Nuna ago we belom ngasi gift,” explained Rio.

“Eh, that's like squirming, deh. Mas who just entered it.” The sky looked at the entrance.

All eyes were on the entrance. Including Dean. And as he watched, his eyes immediately rounded. “Gue. We all have met before. But I became more familiar because I met at the reception of Cahaya Mas employees in Cokro Village.”

“Mas Bara!” exclaim Dean. The man called Dean immediately turned his head and smiled. The man's steps went straight to the table of the four men who were staring curiously.

“Wah, Mas Dean .. see you again. How are mas-mas all?” Bara reached out his hands shaking all the men who instantly stood up to greet him.

“Good news—good news. How, alone? Another one?” Dean remembers a man he last saw with Bara.

“Oh, today I took the bike. So we both make a direct agreement here,” explained Bara.

While busy exchanging news, the Sky phone on the table vibrated long. The name RYAN is visible on the phone screen.

“Ryan, De …. How come the nelfon came to me? Hape lo die?” The sky showed Dean his phone.

Dean grabbed Sky's phone and wiped the screen. “This is me, what's wrong?” ask Dean directly.

“Novi my nelfon just now. Ms. Win fainted, Novi said .. bleeding, sir. Now taken to the hospital. All the kids are coming along,” explains Ryan across the phone.

“Hah? Wharsih? Fainted? Ouch ...” Dean's face paled. “Gue to it now. Car, Yan? Uh, you anter here. Uh, but I can go with Toni to the hospital. Uh, but it's stuck. This clock is jammed. I need to get ready as soon as possible. Hospital P, right?”

“Pake this, Mas.” Bara handed Dean the keys. “Bring this is definitely faster until.” Bara nodded.

The sky snatched his phone from Dean's hand to take over. “Yan, boss lo ride motor to hospital. Lo bring the car here for tukeran ama temen motorbike. Now, yes!”

Dean snatched the motor key from Bara's hand.

“Can, right, Mas? The big motor 250 CC.” Bara made sure again because he was hesitant to see the look of Dean who drizzled in a full suit more thick with luxury cars.

"Don't hesitate. Our father is very experienced. Ask his right foot,” welcome Toni.

Dean didn't touch Toni's words, he went around the table and patted Bara on the shoulder. “Gue go first,” Dean said, hurrying to the exit.

“Red motor with stickers, ‘HARTA, THRONE, DIJAH,” exclaimed Bara, then grimaced looking at three men who immediately turned their heads when they heard his words earlier.

Outside the cafe.

“Aduh, Win ... Why you? You never get sick, Win ..” Dean's eyes had turned red when he turned on Bara's large red motorbike parked not far from the entrance.

To Be Continued