Masked

Section 28

After the departure of her two daughters together with Devan, Margaret chose to sit her body on the long sofa of her son's living room. The old woman twitched her head which felt dizzy because of the amount of work she had to handle on her own.

“I'm getting old now,” the monologue is alone.

Margaret intended to close her eyes for a while but the sound of her cell phone made her abandon her intention to sleep.

“Hallo,” says Margareth as soon as the phone line is connected. Margaret was silent for a while, trying to listen well to what the person on the other side had to say to bravely interrupt her precious show of rest.

“Then tell him I'll see him later tonight.”

“But Boss, why don't you tell Catty or Arsy? The place of agreement is the same as where they both tour.” The man's words were only answered by Margaret. “Bos, how about Aksara leaving? Tyo? Or the other one. If the Boss himself we're worried this is a trap they deliberately set to hurt the Boss.” Someone on the other side tried to prevent Margaret from meeting a very dangerous client in person.

“Do you think I've been faithful to it to the point of not being able to handle this kind of problem on my own? Just tell him I'll come see him according to the time and place he wants.”

Fail. All the efforts the man made across the phone failed because Margaret still rejected all his suggestions and still chortled off on her own and asked her subordinates not to say everything to her two daughters.

***

Time has shown at half-nine and Nicolas has just recovered from the seizures that the young man experienced, and now the poor young man is recovering accompanied by all. Axelle along with the others snatched an upset at not being able to leave together with the others, but they choose silence because honestly they can not do anything because Nic Sawan is also not because of his wishes but because there are pranksters who send terrible pictures to poor young people who are now in the middle sleeping in his comfortable bed.

“Now how should we be?” ask Aileen. The girl was already quite uncomfortable because it was constantly stared at by Axelle and the others.

“Nyokap I have said he said that private driver ntar nyokap will send us to the destination of the tour. But we have to wait until Nicolas wakes up,” Axelle said as she put her phone in her pocket. “By the way why can you bring them here?” axelle asks Devan, who is still busy with an interesting book she found on Nicolas' desk.

“So I saw them again looking for a ride to school, because I think they can help us bring luggage so I bring.” Aileen and Clarissa turned her eyes in disbelief, so Devan's goal was to get them to set off together so that the two of them could become impromptu pelvic lecturers.

“Damn you, Devan son of a bitch. Just wait for the right time, I'm bales lu upil Nile horse. Don't expect you to escape my vengeance,” Inner Aileen. The girl's blood was boiling, it was like she wanted to drown the young man she thought of as her brother into Lapindo's mud pit so as not to care if talking.

“Your idea is good too, Dev. I think you're good with them,” praise Gavin for feeling Devan has done the right thing. “They deserve to be a flankster,” Gavin's taunts that make Aileen and Clarissa snatch annoyed.

“You guys are still here?” nic asked as he woke up from his sleep and saw that everything was still in his beautiful room.

“Kan was you asking, motherfucker.” Nic simply smiled in response to his chairman's ever-spicy remarks as usual.

“Still yes, you guys are the best.” Nic hugged Axelle's body as a sign of gratitude for waiting for him to sleep until he woke up and was a little able to forget what he saw this morning.

“Free bastards! I still love Arsy!” axelle exclaims that made Aileen choke on the snack she ate. The poor girl hit her chest which felt tight, plus her nose felt very uncomfortable.

“Lu why?” axelle asked as she saw Aileen coughing.

“Udah ugly, stupid, sloppy anyway. Why could God create a man who does not even have plausible value like you on this earth,” Axelle wonder that makes Aileen squeeze her snack wrap to formless. “Lu angry I said so? Inget I'm just talking facts no longer mocked.”

“No I'm not angry.” Aileen spoke with a beautiful smile on her lips, but what the girl said was inversely proportional to what the girl felt in her heart. In Aileen's heart he cursed loudly and swore at the young man who had humbled himself.

“Oiya Nic, mending you ready now because the driver personally nyokap I already on the road.”

“Sopir? Whose name if I could know?” ask Aileen. The girl just wanted to make sure that the driver Axelle was referring to was not someone she knew very well.

“Name is mr. Rey. He used to stare at me if he wanted to go out. Why?”

“Mampus lu Arsy. He will be able to immediately recognize you even if you wear clothes like this. I have to find a way to not meet Mr. Rey or they will know everything,” inner Aileen in heart. The girl's nervousness was so noticeable that Axelle looked at her strangely.

“Is she one of the clients you slept with?” ask Axelle. But did not get a meaningful response from Aileen and Clarissa, because at this time the two beautiful girls were busy with their respective thoughts.

“Xelle, we better go alone. You are ... anu .. it .. as the name suggests.”

“Let us not trouble you. That's what Aileen meant. Right Leen?” ask Clarissa to Aileen.

“Ah yes, that's it. I was gonna say that,” stuttered Aileen. The girl hit her own head for not being able to find the right word so that she and Clarissa could leave as soon as possible.

“Ngak.”

“What!” Clarissa and Aileen are shocked when Axelle rejects both of their wishes to set out on her own.

“But Xelle...”.

“Not there but a fireplace. The driver part nyokap I've been waiting for us in front,” said Axelle as he brought his bag down to the bottom to meet with driver Margaret's man.

“Where is this, Catt? It could be out if Mr. Rey opens his mouth about us.”

“Gue also does not know. We're all resigned to Author's brain, hopefully he has a way so that Mr. Rey can't recognize us or the others.”

“Lu. If our fate ends here, you want the demo author with me?”

“By pleasure. Never mind the demo, you invite me to skin the author as well I will still want to. I swore a huge swearing with him, fitting me so Clarissa that never once felt the name happy. Bullied mutely," grumbled Clarissa while lifting the two cloths that covered her beautiful arms as if preparing to mutilate the author because it had made her suffer throughout the story.

"Sama, I did too. Compared to Axelle, I'd rather kill the author of this story but unfortunately can't."