Not Planned Love (R3)

.66. Visitation

📚.66. Visitation

"Friendship is not measured by wealth, or how royal you love us snacks. But friendship is measured by the level of solidarity and caring that you give." - Cakrawala Cadas Dee Barack

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The black fortune car that had just entered the courtyard of the 3-story mansion, stopped right in front of the main door. It was very late when they arrived at the house. When he saw the car who came, with a swift two guards who were in front of the door immediately opened the car door. Give way to their young master to get out.

"Welcome with Gean." Say hello to one of them.

The owner of the name smiled thinly, then reached into his pants pocket. "Make milk for Sisil, sir." He said, handing over 4 pieces of one hundred thousand denominations on each.

"Thank you so much for that."

"Hm. We'll go in first sir." Said Gean, who was taken directly by the two men.

The young master immediately walked into the house, followed by two loyal servants.

"Aren't you going to take the elevator, boss?"

"Yes. Let's take the boss." His two loyal servants.

"No need. I think I'm a decrepit. I can still use the stairs." Sewot the owner's name.

"Njeh paduka."

The young master did not respond, preferring to continue walking. Entering the main living room of the residence that feels lonely.

"Where is the boss? Sultan's mom isn't in the palace?" Ask Sagara.

"Look at this hour has been locked up." Said Gean while climbing the stairs.

"Caged?" Confused the two, looking at each other.

"meaning?"

"Bokap is at home, automatic clock as early as nyokap already in parentheses in the room."

Sagara and Cakrawala nodded in understanding. Adult affairs if they have met after a long separation, they also understand what it means to be 'caged' according to the young master.

Arriving on the third floor, the three immediately entered the room in front of the door that was shaped like a replica of the plane door. Very distinctive feature with the room of the lovers of large winged objects.

"Old time I didn't visit here, tired of climbing the stairs too." Sagara Chirps.

"The ladder is climbed, not climbed." Horizon Correction.

"Angoing climb the same difference what is bund?" Fierce Sagara.

"The difference is yes."

"That's a bundle, but it's the same." Typal Sagara does not want to lose.

The owner of the room rolled his eyes panted. "Don't make a fuss, dizzy me." Traceability.

"Ok boss." Answer both obediently.

The owner of the room runs deeper into the spacious room painted in white and blue dongker dimination. Reflicas of aircraft instantly became the main interiors that welcomed their beads. As far as the eye can see, there are plane knick knacks here and there. In the sky, in the dingding, doors, floors, to places of study.

"Take noh the shoes you both want. I'm gonna take a shower first." Said the owner of the room, lightly. "Don't be convinced, who really took it."

"Asiapp bosque!" Answer both, spirit 45.

"Yaudah, sono."

The two handsome men nodded enthusiastically. In the next second, they ran towards the door that was shaped like a door in a plane. Enter it happily. Before sweeping their sights with different types of shoes displayed on a glass display case. From various well-known brands from home and abroad such as Puma, Vans, Adidas, Nike, Air Jordan, Converse, Yeezy, Asics, and so on, inhabit these storefronts.

"Yes envelopes. I didn't expect to be able to bring 15 jetties either." Said Sagara, while sticking his face in one of the glass display cases.

"My target gold shoes are only 15 seeds in the world. Didn't know it would be mine." Timpal Cakrawala, followed by staring fully twinkle a pair of white and gold shoes behind the glass display case.

Twenty minutes later, the owner had just finished his bath. The body is pro-social for the size of his teens, has been coated in relaxed clothes that are comfortable to use for tudur. His black hair looked slightly flaccid due to being exposed to water. Bodymist blend of citrus and other fragrances, spreading as it comes out.

"Udah?" He asked, when he saw his two best friends sitting at the end of the bed.

"Udah, here." Say both of them, while lifting their shoe boxes.

"Hm."

"Satur skull nih boss."

"Hhh, take it. I don't make it either." Said Gean casually. "Gue even ratain shoe store in Ci Cadas."

"Eh, why boss? Isn't that your favorite shoe store?" Ask Horizons.

"No more. I want to make a halfway house."

"Choover house?" The Sagara's turn is sound.

"Hm. Make an orphan. I confirm it is also the manager of the shoe store."

Sagara and Cakrawala are overflowing. "Well on, how are your employees? Unsold shoes?"

"My employees moved to my other store. Shoes are the same items that have not been sold, as brought to another store. Some are just divided."

"Free-free?' Shok Sagara and Horizon.

"Hm. I share with PKL children in BTM. Why?"

"Well?!"

"They are here, like. From the village come here to learn science. Yeah, I give you free. But I'm telling you through pembingbing in their place PKL kok."

Jaw Saga and Cakrawala almost fell so surprised. Just-just free? Can you imagine if the shoes were sold? Or if not, donate to both.

"How can you not tell me we're bosses?"

"important?"

"Yes, it must be." Both are compact.

"Gue was still in NY yesterday. So I called the store guy from NY. If you want, you can visit my new halfway house to be built."

"Really boss?"

"Yes. If you can, you'll both be building porters there." Chirps Gean.

"It's a shucks, don't want it." Reject Sagara raw.

"Gue pay with Dollar, don't want to?"

"Yes."

"Yes, tomorrow you're a porters at my place." Gean said with a small laugh.

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"What's up, sir?" Ask the beautiful girl with the cream.

"It's non, there's a crease."

"Kidnything? Who's it for, sir?"

"Make non Arra say."

"Make Arra? But, the feeling there's no package today." Monologue of the beautiful girl.

"I know less about non. But this is definitely for non Arra."

"If you may know, from whom?"

"I know less about non. He doesn't think he's the pandawa's winner."

"Eh?"

"I do not mean the minister of Arsyad, Aroon, Davin, Davian or Arion. I just saw them today." Said the middle-aged man.

"Owh, thank you, sir." Arra said, in the end.

He thinks Arsen is back because something left behind. But the one who knocked on the door was a guard. The man delivered someone's seat to him.

"Who's there?"

"Sir Ujang, nganterin's crept."

"Breakfast?" Aroon asked again.

"What deposit?" Arsyad open the sound.

"Don't know. Here, Arra's just opening up." Said the girl, holding herself.

Opening the logo paper bag slowly, before his eyebrows blurted out violently.

"Brown?" Said Arra while staring at the gold patterned luxury box containing the chocolate.

"Woah, that expensive chocolate. Kapar also brought that chocolate." Chirps Davian, come in.

"What a bang?" Arsyad was always the one who was asked nodded.

"It's not bang?" Tanya Arra was curious.

"Relial."

The girl's smile expands. He also found a letter in it. A letter of only 6 words, in two sentences. However, the letter made him smile.

...To : my friend...

...How are you?...

"Eh, is there a shrimp behind this rock?" Chirps Davin who saw Arra's expression.

"Em, Arra ride first yes everyone. Arra has finished his studies." Pamit the girl, while passing by carrying with her the paper bag someone's deposit.

"Suspicious." Davian.

"There is no need for Seudzon. Maybe some souvenirs from Temeh Arra." Aroon said.

"Jok learn again."

"Wokit."

Arsyad who was silent, open means not observing. He could also see a significant change in the expression of the twin. He also put a little curious about the sender of the chocolate.

"Eh, that's the courier again, huh?" Babe Davin, when the front bell of the house is heard again.

"Yes time." Davian agreed.

"Bik, please open the door dong." Davian in the end.

Not long after, the auntie came by followed by two men behind her.

"Who's bi?" Ask Aroon open his voice.

"There's a guest den."

"Who are you making bik?" Now it was Davian's turn to ask.

"Make den Arsyad."

The owner of the name deflects, distracting his attention from the pile of chemical problems in his book. Staring at the middle-aged woman standing before him.

"Who's bik?"

"Auntie is less familiar with den. It's the same English, don't understand aunt." Said the woman.

"Auntie can go back." Arsyad.

The middle-aged woman nodded, then withdrew. Give space for Arsyad and his three brothers to see the guest in question.

Deg

The four were silent, when their beads caught 2 figures of a narrow-eyed man dressed in black. Their skin was pale white, with cold beads like no emotions and life desires. The triple even to the point of distress took a sip of his own salivation, looking at the two figures that were engulfed in the killing aura.

"Arsyad An-nass Senopati Az-zzioi, it's you?" Ask one of them.

"Yes. Who're you?" Arsyad asked calmly in English, while standing up from his seat.

The two men looked at each other for a moment, their thin grin rising when they looked back at Arsyad. Arsyad tried to interpret the meaning of the gaze, but failed. His beautiful manic accidentally saw the hands of the two men. There was something strange about the man's fingers.

Deg

Arsyad found the awkwardness. Feeling watched, the two men put their hands in their pants pockets. Yes, Arsyad has recognized the identity of the two men who have the killing aura. Those people who have marks on their fingers are.....

"....yakuza."

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Sukabumi March 18, 2021