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Hair Dryer

"Is he in his office? Huh, yes, yes, yes, I should call his office to make sure he's there already" Felix monologued, while surfing for the Dewangga Group number using his advanced flat objects.

After he got the number he was looking for, Felix impatiently pressed the green icon and immediately stuck it into his ear.

There was not much he asked the person who had received his call on the other end of the phone, but Felix was seen nodding his head, with a very relieved expression.

"I thought you got caught by your fucking boss. It's still safe," Felix's inner.

Fortunately, Ryan had predicted that Felix would definitely contact Sesil via the office phone, so the Dewangga Group receptionist who received Felix's phone was notified first.

And it's true. When Felix actually called Sesil by phone from his office, the receptionist immediately said that Sesil was accompanying Arya to an important meeting and could not be disturbed.

***

After all leaving the apartment, Zara and Indra were still waiting for Sesil to wake up from his stupor. Yes, until now Sesil is still unconscious on a chair, with the position of hands and feet that are still tied firmly with a rope. Zara and Indra who decided to wait until Sesil realized were now sitting on a long sofa side by side.

"So long she woke up. How about I go home for a minute? My body is all sticky, sir. I haven't had a bath from last night" Zara complained, kissing her right and left armpits, checking if there was any unpleasant smell coming out of it.

"You want me to be alone with this woman? No, Zara. Can't!" reject Indra raw.

"You scared?" Zara mellowing. The expression he showed was really visible that he was mocking the man who was still sitting next to him.

"So your mouth, Zara! Facing the cold-blooded killer alone I was undaunted by myself, let alone facing this kind of rancid woman," elak Indra, while looking at Zara with his sharp gaze.

"Then let me take a shower for a while, sir. Or you deliberately want to faint because of the body odor that I let out?" Zara began to soften her voice. With a little pleading, he hoped Indra would be a little pity.

"Once no, still no, Zara. You think you're the only one who hasn't had a bath? I haven't had a shower either. So fair. Equal, equal taste," declined Indra.

"Alright if you don't have the guts to face it yourself," Zara seemed to give up, then reached into a cellphone in her pants pocket before finally fun to play with the flat object.

"What did you say? I just don't want any slander, Zara. If he says how am I doing him? Later you just believe again," Indra again, this time while seizing the phone Zara played. Apparently Indra doesn't like it when someone ignores him when he talks. Crazy respect? Nope. It's just that he prefers if Indra's interlocutors pay attention as they speak.

"What kind of woman is that your taste, sir?" babble Zara while taking back her phone from Indra's hands.

"Zara!" Indra seemed to really dislike Zara's words. No kidding, this time Indra really yelled at Zara, and showed her fierce face.

"Alright, Sir. Then I'll take a bath in your place," Zara who was not ready with a clash of Indra also turned on the whistle for a moment. He felt that there was no other choice, before his partner was more angry and would be bad for Zara and her future.

"Sounds better," said Indra flatly.

"But you have to get me a change of clothes" hesitantly, Zara said the word.

"What?" Indra rounded his eyes.

"choose where? I'm going home you two with him, or you're going to get me a change of clothes and this girl is with me?" tawar Zara, making Indra can only rub rough face.

"alright-Well. Let me get you your clothes. Remember yes, Zara. You have to pay for all this insolence, "Indra got up from her seat, and rushed to a rope in the balcony of her house, then went up to the balcony of Zara's apartment.

Zara just shrugged her shoulders, as if unconcerned with what Indra said to her.

"Mistake itself. Ha-ha-ha-ha," Zara laughed inwardly.

Once in Zara's room, Indra is seen walking towards the wardrobe which consists of about seven doors. He tried to open it, and looked around for what Zara was about to wear. When the first closet door opened, he saw dozens of trousers neatly arranged there, so he immediately picked up one sheet before finally putting it on his shoulder.

As soon as she gets the pants for Zara, Indra immediately looks for Zara's shirt at the second door, but nil. On the second door, he still saw the same item as the first door. Until finally, the third door was opened and Indra decided to take a woman's T-shirt from there.

"Enough right? Or is there less?" indra Gumam. She even scrunched her forehead, thinking if there were any items Zara needed other than trousers and T-shirts she was holding.

Until he suddenly widened his eyes, realizing what object he still had to take for the girl who had secretly filled the void of his heart without ever realizing it.

"What is true? I should get it for him too? Huuuuh," Indra ruffled her hair roughly.

Feeling that there was no other choice, Indra also tried to find two more objects that Zara needed. And when she saw so many women's underwear in front of her, Indra did not know she had to widen her eyes or close her eyes.

"Dear, Zara. Don't blame me if my brain travels everywhere looking at these lacy fabrics," inevitably Indra finally widens his eyes as well, then takes one pair of underwear in the same color.

After feeling complete, Indra also grabbed a backpack located on one of the closet doors, then put Zara's clothes into it.

Not until two minutes, Indra had come down and returned to the front of Zara.

"Bath school there!" without further ado, Indra offered a backpack containing Zara's clothes to the owner.

"Thank you, sir," Zara received it cheerfully, then immediately rushed towards Indra's bathroom.

A minute later, Zara shouted.

"Master!"

"Otherwise, Zara?" Indra headed to the front door of the bathroom and answered Zara's call by shouting as well.

"You didn't get me my toiletries?" ask Zara from the inside.

"Just use what's on!" sahut Indra is upset. He went to the kitchen and made a cup of coffee for himself, before finally enjoying the hot coffee on the balcony of his room.

"Master!" call Zara again, just as Indra is screwing coffee in her cup.

Uhuk-uhuk-uhuk.

Indra spouted coffee from his mouth, and coughed in shock at Zara's call that sounded squealing in his ears.

"Master!" call Zara again, realizing Indra didn't answer.

"Everything you want, Zara? You want me to accompany you in there?" Indra raised her voice.

"Here there is no towel, sir," unabashedly, Zara opened the bathroom door a little and spoke to Indra in a way to open it a little and just pop her head, while his body he hid behind the door.

Indra just grunted in annoyance. He took a towel from his closet and slightly pushed the bathroom door slightly open.

"Eits. Enough, Sir. Just there," Zara's voice was heard, but only her hand was visible and took a towel from Indra's hand. As soon as the towel came in, the door closed again.

Clik.

Zara locked the door again.

Not until five minutes later, Zara came out of the bathroom already with her full outfit. It was just that a towel was still coiled around his neck, with both of his hands busy rubbing the towel on his still wet hair unraveling.

"Can I borrow your hair dryer, sir?" Zara asked without turning her attention to her wet hair.

"That's right you, Zara. Where does a man have such equipment?" Indra who was actually amazed to see Zara with her long hair unravel was trying to cover her charm. Yes, during this time Zara always tied the origin of her hair, until the scene was very foreign to Indra.

"Beautiful, but without make up," Indra's inner.

"Say you don't have one, sir. There are men out there who wear hair dryers to dry their hair, too" Zara said, looking for a comb around the glass.

"Where do you know that other men also use that hair dryer, Zara?" tanya Indra full of search.

"Oh, No. Why would I ask him that? But I was really curious, lest he ever find that thing in another man's room. But who? What is the man Zara loves? Well, why am I so worried like this. Huh," murmured Indra in the heart.

"Yes, I guess, sir," said Zara.

"Don't you ever see him in another man's room?" asked Indra really can't stand it.

"What do you mean, Sir. After all you know very well how an agent works. Things like that are natural, aren't they?" Zara actually answered with an answer that provoked deeper curiosity Indra.

"So right? You see another man using that thing in his room?" now Indra's facial expression really looks serious.

"Hhh, this guy why the hell? Cook the hair dryer business is a big problem like gini?" grouse Zara in the heart.

"Why are you quiet, Zara? Let's say! Is my guess right?" chase Indra.

"No, Mister. I just guessed it," Zara finally chose a safe answer so that Indra ended her very unimportant question according to Zara.

Hearing Zara's reply, Indra was seen breathing a sigh of relief.

"Well, why is this guy so possessive of me? I love you, dong. Want to be like any man is my personal business, "inner Zara.

"Everything is the same, sir. Please if you want to clean up, I'll keep this woman here" Zara said as she sat herself on the sofa, and let her still wet hair unravel.

Indra immediately rushed into the bathroom to clean up, leaving the two women alone in her room without suspicion. Although Zara's loyalty has not been fully tested, but Indra really feels sure that Zara does not mess with her oath of loyalty.

And Indra's guess was not wrong. As soon as Indra finished taking a bath, and was about to open the door of her bathroom, she let out a faint sound of Zara.

"Sesil's spirit is already conscious of his stings" Indra's mind.

He paused his intention to come out, and tried to listen to their conversation from within.

"How come you're sober, miss?" zara's voice sounded cynical. He looked at Sesil with his sharp gaze, without moving from the sofa he had been sitting on.

"Don't I tell you I'd do anything to make amends to my master, miss? Why don't you let me go?" replied Sesil lirih. He looked so helpless, with his legs and hands still tied, while his body condition was indeed different since he was two.

"You think it's that easy to trust you?" zara sounded completely unfriendly.

"Look at them trusting you so easily," Sesil did not want to lose.

"I know they don't trust me completely. You think they don't have many eyes to watch my steps wherever I am?" sahut Zara relax.

"I suspect, lest you just fear them, but still work for Felix Adinata?" now replace Sesil who stared intently at the girl who was sitting arrogantly.

"Ha-ha-ha. Looks like you've read too many novels, miss. I'm not that cool. Even if necessary, today I will also tell him that I have taken an oath of allegiance to Mr. Ryan Dewangga," Zara replied casually.

There was a sense of relief in Indra's heart to hear the conversation of two women who had worked for Felix who were none other than the great enemy of his master. Until no doubt, Indra was immediately out to meet two women who were busy arguing about their loyalty and betrayal to the same person.

"Two women with the same stories of loyalty and betrayal" Indra clapped his palm and walked towards Sesil and Zara.

"No. I'm different from him" Zara said and stared dislikefully at Indra.

"What difference?" indra Fishing.

"I betrayed my master because I wanted to defend my sanctity from your greatness. While her? This woman mortgaged her loyalty and chose to betray her master, because she had indulged in her chastity and became a slave to her lust," Zara still felt disgusted to look at Sesil, because the shadow of the indecent thing he did with Felix that night kept on popping into his mind.

"Then, what about the hair dryer? How do you know if men other than myself are using it to dry their hair?" ceplos Indra's.

"What's? Still talking about hair dryer? Where's the bridge trying?" inner Zara while stroking the chest.

While Sesil who heard it, did not understand the direction of the conversation of the two people who were now in front of him.

"Hair dryers?" Sesil frowned.

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