Marry Big Brother Lift

School holidays #3

They continued jogging for up to 2 hours. Then Jammer invites Dinda to go home to rest and clean themselves. Arriving at Sahud's house, because there is only Danar, Dinda without permission directly to the bathroom in the back, Dinda, while Jammer brought Tod bag containing clothes Dinda met Dinar to borrow his room as a place where Dinda changed clothes later. A moment later he waited for Dinda in the dining room to be able to shower immediately when Dinda finished and left the bathroom, an hour he waited for Dinda still flushed water in the bathroom.

”Darling I forgot not to bring a towel!" shout Dinda.

"No screaming, I'm at the dinner table. Wait for me to get it." replied Jammer.

"Yes I wait" said Dinda, patiently waiting for Jammer to come again.

"Web, here's the towel" said Jammer when he reached the bathroom door.

"Where?" dinda asked as she opened the bathroom door.

"This." said Jammer holding a towel to the door.

"Where is the towel here" said Dinda reaching for Jammer's hand so she could pull him inside.

"Eh." cried Jammer surprised. Spontaneously he closed his eyes.

"Handelid dong kamunya not have to enter." joked Dinda while closing the bathroom door again.

"Seriously ah. There's Dinar too." Jammer lamented.

"Look at dong first, it's in the towelin I used to hunt cold." seduced Dinda again.

"Hmmhm. This is how I've been using my mother's towel." holding back her laughter, Dinda continued her words.

"Bikin sprained." Jammer complained and opened his eyes.

"It's take." The jammer handed him a towel and opened the bathroom door and let Dinda out.

Dinda smiled happily prank her boyfriend, he went to Dinar's room to change clothes. After cleaning up, they both went to the studio to do an evaluation before determining the songs that would be included in Jammer's first album, of course, along the way Dinda did not take off Jammer's arm, it always sticks tight. With Gusman and Gerry escorted in front of the car, they pass through the precarious streets controlled by several enemy gangs and mafia, now their car passes through the boundaries of the Blade Knife region, from the back four cars followed them.

"Young master, there's a car following us, sir." Gerry reporting.

"Solve it first." Jammer ordered.

"Okay, sir, I'll finish." replied Gerry.

Gerry immediately contacted his men close to the place to help in case anything happened. Gusman was waiting for Gerry to stop his car.

"Young master, do we take them to the studio parking lot just so you can also get into the studio immediately?" ask Gusman.

"Finish Gus first." replied Jammer briefly.

"Okay, my master will finish quickly" said Gusman.

He turned the car into a field behind the government complex, without waiting for Gerry he just pulled two pistols from his waist, then got out of the car and shot dead two people in the front car. Finally, Gerry also attacked brutally, each target was only shot at vital points such as the chest near the lungs and heart, cheeks near the cheeks towards the teeth, neck, and neck, shoulder to create torment before the target dies.

Bangs... Bangs... Bang.

Before long Gerry and Gusman had paralyzed the 16 people, leaving only three people who broke a bone in the shoulder due to being shot by Gerry, leaving only three people who broke a bone in the shoulder, while Gusman who only killed five lives mercilessly amazed to see Gerry's expertise in directing shooting targets has developed even better, he said, the last time Gusman exchanged fire with Gerry some of his shots were still much better than Gerry but now, Gerry's shots were better than him to the point of torture before killing the enemy he controlled.

"Who are you?" ask Gerry.

"Where are you guys from?" he came back because there was no answer.

"Gerry grab their phone and open it and tell their boss" Jammer said.

"Wait." hold Gusman in Gerry's step.

"Why Gusman?" ask Gerry for wonder.

"It looks like they're chewing something" Gusman said, noticing the movement of their mouths.

"Haha... Haha... Haha. Smart as well as you." said one of the three.

"Meet me a Typhoon." he continued.

"Where are you from?" ask Gerry.

"Good bye! Aarrrggghhh." said the three together and in pain.

"Young master, they killed themselves." cried Gerry.

"Leave, let's go." Jammer ordered.

"Let's go Gerry" said Gusman, who was behind the wheel.

"But that's what om?" gerry asked while putting up his seat belt.

"I have never seen it either" replied Gusman.

He immediately drove his car away from the place, continuing his journey to the studio which lived a rare few hundred meters more.

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At PT Sri Manunggal Sejahtera company, Rendy is leading the company development meeting, in the near future it will be busier for Rendy and some of the company's stage holders, Rendy said, starting from preparation to finishing will take about six months. Using subsidiaries from China that are already able to compete with the strength of native Chinese companies in the speed and efficiency of building construction, construction time can be cut by half. However, there are several things that need to be prepared to adjust the speed of development, such as systematic pre-launching, hiring employees, raw material resources, and market segmentation research. Rendy explained the work program that has been determined in a limited meeting of shareholders, explaining the basic needs of preparation, operational system plotting, market segmentation research, pre-launching, to finishing or launching the company.

"So from me, hopefully in the future this project can follow previous projects that achieve satisfactory results in each field" said Rendy at the end of his presentation.

"Aamiin mr. Rendy." said Stevani.

"Rendy, Jammer where." whispered Stevani.

"A evaluation at the music studio." whispered Rendy to answer.

"Yes already." Stevani understands.

Meeting turned to work areas related to preparation for the construction of new housing. From the accounting explained, that 40% of funding from corporate finance, 30% of company owners, namely Imaduddin Jammer and Mr. Sam Devil, the rest is open to investors and bank loans, from the financial side has not been found significant obstacles. Then in the operational management in this development all equipment is waiting for the queue of transportation in the port of Shanghai, land acquisition is also final just waiting for the legalization of documents, the report said, a contract with a Chinese subsidiary will be signed in two days. The HR division reported that preparations for employee acceptance will begin in the next month. Lastly, the division of positions in the high managerial of the company, starting from the main director will be the authority of Imaduddin Jammer, then the Director of Operations of PT Sri Manunggal Sejahtera, the main secretary will be held by Rendy himself, Finance Director Dheandra. So that's the picture of the meeting led by Rendy today, after disbanding the meeting Rendy and Stevani walked out together for lunch, while waiting for Jarot to pick Stevani up.

"Eh Rendy, we haven't been gathered to headquarters in a long time?" chirper Vani opens a chat on the side as the two wait for the elevator to open.

"Yes there is nothing to do in some time, if the threat from the enemy is not too big so it only needs coordination as necessary" replied Rendy.

Cetriingg. the elevator sound is open.

"Please miss" Rendy told Vani.

"Where do we eat Ren?" ask Vani.

"Restauran X4 how about miss?" ask Rendy back.

"Alright I agree." replied Vani.

"But can we just call a name?" ask Vani.

"Yes sorry Stevani. I'll call Vani, will I?" said Rendy held back groggy.

"All right" said Stevani.

Awkward they both just silent, not staring at each other just a glance glancing without any meeting between their eyes. Silent, silent, and still in silence, coupled with an elevator that seemed to be walking slowly towards the top floor because someone wanted to ride, was, though there was no other floor waiting but the elevator car felt long for them.

Dak, Dig, Dug... The sound of their heartbeat, only they know.

"You're done?" ask Silvi who was not at the meeting.

"Yes it's just now." replied Rendy.

"Where are we going?" ask Silvi again.

"We both want lunch. If you want to come along. Go ahead." Stevani replied by pausing the end of his sentence, hinting at doubts.

"Sorry to you, Byan will come here." Silvi refused.

"Oh yes." said Stevani relieved.

"Why do you feel like Vani's so happy?" ask Silvi wonder.

"I'm afraid to interfere with your work Silvi." replied Vani smiling.

"Take your excuse" said Silvi.

Cetrij... The elevator door opens on the first floor.

"Sorry Silvi we first, my car is in front of the lobby." said Rendy grabbed Stevani's hand.

After the death of the two, Silvi was a little surprised but did not heed his thoughts too much, to check the contract documents alone he needed a few days, did not have time to think about the confusing thing.

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After just a few minutes, Rendy parked her car in front of restaurant X4, she opened the car door for Stevani down.

"Please beautiful lady." said Rendy refrained from chuckling.

"Thank you handsome sir." Stevani replied with a smile.

"Let's find a table for us to eat." Stevani, grabbing Rendy's arm to hold her.

"It is with great pleasure, miss." replied Rendy.

They went to an empty table with no reservations on it, chatting things up about their respective jobs, about their associated work, about their master Jammer and Sam Devil, coming out, about the prospects of the business ahead, and open a chat about their desire to establish a relationship that was forgotten from their agenda for the past few years.

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Now that Dinda and Jammer have finished their evaluation, they are followed by Gusman and Gerry is walking out of the music studio. On the doorstep they meet Nicky Tazkiana.

"Good afternoon Nicky." said Jammer.

"So.. sor.. soore as well." Nicky replied stammered.

"Why mbak?" ask Jammer.

"Anu" said Nicky looking anxious.

"Gerry you take care if there's anything tell the story. I'll wait five minutes in the car." said Jammer.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. Just say with this handsome guy" said Dinda pointed at Gerry's face.

"Udah come on baby." whispered Jammer.

"Excuse me miss." said Gusman.

Arriving in the car and waiting for five minutes, Gerry finally came into the car, with a pretty anxious face.

"Sorry sir, that was Miss Nicky, telling me she was stopped by someone from Boegggem. The guy says send a greeting from them lest the company where Miss Nicky works in is broken. They want us to break with Miss Nicky's company" Gerry said.

"When?" ask Jammer.

"So morning sir. So our schedule is in her company, so Miss Nicky is here to say that, but she's afraid." replied Gerry.

"Our agreement is up to the recording, why they are harassing the deal that is not related to them. What do they really want?" jammer said with anger.

"What should we do, sir?" ask Gusman.

"Find it!" emphatic Jammer.

"Okay, our master is looking for" said Gerry.

"Honey you don't fight yet, it's still a few days before the recording." advises Dinda.

"Dear, it's the om who again drove forward. I'll take it easy to sit by your side." Jammer replied.

"Walk, baby?" dinda Pinta.

"Where else to go?" ask Jammer.

"Whatever." answered Dinda.

"Kok whatever. How about we go to the beach, you want to?" tanya Jammer offers.

"Beach?" wonder Dinda.

"Yes the beach if you want." replied Jammer reassuringly.

"May I please." replied Dinda.

"Ehh, but buy Boba first yes, I want to drink Boba." continued Dinda.

"Yes ready, beautiful lady." Goda Jammer.

"Miss, where to buy Boba?" gusman asked with a slight fear of being wrong.

"Gosh, I forgot the driver's detective, hahaha." replied Dinda.

"Cafe X4 only by Gusman." said Jammer.

"Well young master." replied Gusman.

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Sorry because the readers all had a delay update for a few months. I AM A WORD CRAFTSMAN, several months of experiencing mental pressure. Keep smiling every day. Good luck, readers.

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