Married On Agreement
(Season 3) 91. Fear of losing competitiveness
...~Flashback On~...
"Sir, this is Indra Lesmana. He is a driver and like a bodyguard. Anyway it's almost similar to Irwan," said Dion introduced the man in front of Rio who was sitting on his swivel chair.
"Alright, leave us alone" Rio said.
Dion nodded and stepped out of the room, then closed the door again.
"Sit down" Rio said as he raised his head towards the empty seat in front of his desk.
The man sat down.
"My name is Rio Pratama, you'll be my personal driver. But you also have to take my wife home from work every day, and watch her work" Rio explained.
"Good, sir." Indra nodded politely.
Rio grabbed the phone on the table and showed the screen to the man in front of him. "This is my wife, her name is Wulan Priyanka. He works at Lestari Restaurant. Find out also his name is Ivan, his co-worker. Make sure she doesn't approach my wife" he said.
"You can tell me a picture of a man named Ivan?"
"I don't know either, but I told you to find out. If you need a picture of him, is he better-looking than me or not." Rio had actually seen it from the window, but did not really remember the man's face
"Good, sir."
Rio swiped the image on his phone screen, showing a photo of Dido. "This is my assistant, he likes my wife too. You watch him too. Don't let him get near her."
"Good, sir."
"Oya .. Now you're picking up my wife back from work, but after that you ...." Rio explained all his orders to the man in front of him, Indra just nodded and seemed to understand with the exposure from Rio.
"Be careful to bring the car later, let alone take my wife. He was traumatized by the accident" he added.
"Good, Sir. Then excuse me," said Indra while waking up, he stepped out of Rio's room.
Rio smiled with both cheeks met with red, his hand slowly stroking his hard object.
"Later tonight we have fun, you're patient, yeah."
...~Flashback Off~...
"I'm not envious! I just hate lackeys who don't know themselves like you! Still thankful you worked with him!" swear Indra while glaring.
Tring~
After hearing the sound of the elevator opening, Indra released Dido's neck which he had clutched firmly.
"Grand .. uhuk."
"Let's Miss, we've arrived" Indra said, taking Wulan out of the elevator.
Wulan turned to Dido for a while, then he followed Indra's steps towards a room that read the name 'CEO Rio P'
Ceklek~
Indra opened the two doors at once. Netra Wulan surrounded the entire room and it turned out that there was no one there.
"Miss just wait here and rest, is Miss hungry? I can buy you something."
"No, Sir. Thank you." Thank you."
Tok .. tok.
An OB lady came knocking on the open door, carrying a tray with a glass of guava juice.
"It's a drink for Madam Wulan."
"Drinks? From whom?" ask Indra.
"Sir Rio, he told me to deliver this drink." The woman's OB put a glass of juice on the table near the sofa.
"Thank you, Ma'am" said Wulan.
"Together." The OB threw a smile and passed away.
Wulan sat her butt on the sofa with the back she was resting on.
"The juice, drink Miss," Indra said.
Guava juice? I don't like guava.
Indeed from a small Wulan never liked the fruit of the guava. Maau guava water or guava. Even though it has become a juice, it remains the same. It makes no difference. He still doesn't like it.
Indra looked at Wulan who was just speechless while looking at the glass. But on the other hand, he was also ordered by Rio to make sure Wulan drank the drink.
"The juice, drink Miss," Indra said.
"Yes, Sir. I'll drink."
"Eemm .. yasudah, if Miss wants to take a shower. There's the bathroom." Indra pointed to one of the rooms that were in the corner. "The clothes are in the suitcase."
"Together Miss, I'm sorry then. Eemm .. don't forget, the juice is drunk." Indra reminded back while smiling at Wulan. Then, his feet stepped out of the room.
'Hopefully, Miss Wulan drank the juice before Mr. Rio came, let me directly be given a month's salary money' Indra's inner hope.
After Indra's death, Wulan woke up from his seat to take water on a dispenser near the swivel chair.
The woman poured cold water on a clean glass, she drank the water up the toilet.
"I still tangent, why did Mas Rio send me to his office, while he was busy meeting." Wulan monologues himself while cleaning up the files on the desk that look messy. Instantly he felt dejavu, remembering that he often came to Rio's room to clean the table.
His eyes were diverted to a picture frame, the two neutrals were perfectly patterned. His hand quickly grabbed the frame. And it turns out that inside the frame there's a picture of him. Error, not photo. But the poster of the picture when he was lost. Complete with info and nominal money.
"Kok my poster on display like this? Where to use frame everything again? Mah people if you want to display photos, yes use photos. Rio is just there." Wulan chuckled while shaking her head.
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Rio had already finished his meeting accompanied by Riana.
The handsome man moved his feet towards his room. Right in front of the door, Indra was standing firmly.
"Sore sir," he said politely and slightly bowed.
"You've already picked up my wife? Where's she?"
"There's inside, sir."
Rio's hand was about to open the door, but he puffed out.
"Is there an OB delivering juice?"
"Yes, ada. Guava juice, right?"
"really. Did you make sure my wife drank it?" Rio walked a few small steps, approaching the plontos man back.
"I told him to drink, sir. But don't see it directly."
"No problem. Oya ... Did you meet Ivan?"
"Yes, I met him."
Rio folded both his hands over his chest. "What's the guy like? Did you photograph it?"
"I haven't had a photo yet, sir."
"Why?"
"Because I just met him accidentally, he also had time to invite Miss Wulan to come home together."
'Itch also Ivan, did he not know Wulan was married?' rio grumbled with clenched hands.
"How are the people's traits? Is he handsome? Compared to me how?" rio asked as he pointed at his own face.
"Obviously more handsome Mr."
"You need to be honest, don't expect me to pay you." Rio's face looked in disbelief.
"I'm honest, really. It's more handsome, Father."
"I want you to mention his features."
"The age is around the same age as the Father, the skin is white, a little handsome and if high .. may be higher than the Father, but only a little," Indra explained with a hand gesture, it was as if comparing Rio to Ivan.
"I'm also actually sure, much more handsome I am compared to him." Hearing Indra's reply, Rio's confidence suddenly resurfaced. In fact, he had shrunk for fear of losing competitiveness.
"Yes, I agree, sir. But I and Miss Wulan accidentally met Dido, your assistant in the elevator."
"really? How about their meeting? Dido bother my wife?"
"No, they were just chatting for a while, sir."
How come it's not me, they're chatting? What are they screwing? Didn't Wulan say ... he hated the widower? There should be no need to talk dong! My chest is going to be so tight! You're mean to me, Wulan.
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