Prisoner Mr. Perfects

Chapter 3 Allergy Akhtar

Bima was surprised to find her master unconscious. Bima came out for a while to do the task her master had ordered. Along with the arrival of Michael, Akhtar's personal physician. Then they took Akhtar to a private room in his study, assisted by a secretary and an office boy.

Akhtar is currently lying in bed after being examined by Michael. Akhtar was unconscious because his allergies were attacking his respiratory system.

"Where's Michael? Mr Akhtar is fine, right? Is anything serious?" bima asked the personal doctor Akhtar who after cleaning the equipment.

"Yes, as you see, Bim! He's still fainted. Maybe because of his allergic reaction that attacked his breathing. I also gave him an injection for his allergy reliever. But my advice, shortly after Akhtar realized that he must check into the hospital. Make a check on his condition. If you need treatment there first until the allergy heals for now." explains Michael, the doctor and their friend.

"Oh yeah, how did it get this way? Is there a girl who touches, Akhtar?" asked Michael again.

Michael and Bima were standing next to Akhtar's bed watching his unconscious friend.

"There was an incident. There's a cleaning service lady who hit Mr. Akhtar. I don't know intentionally or unintentionally. What is clear when I again discuss the same meeting with him, suddenly someone hit him. Actually do not touch Mr Akhtar directly anyway! Because it's blocked Mr. Akhtar's shirt. And not touching directly, right? But, just like gini. His allergies recur again." replied Bima straightforwardly.

"Not the employees or workers here already know yes, if Akhtar can not touch the girl?" ask Michael again.

"Yes, they have been told from the beginning that they worked here. But I don't know, maybe because Mr. Akhtar is just a little more today. Though it's been a long time right, the allergy doesn't recur like this?" bima replied softly staring at the pity of his master and his best friend.

"Loe really, Bim! Because of that bitch, Akhtar had to suffer from this allergy. Come to think of it, strange as well. Because of his heartache Akhtar used to be the same bitch, to make Akhtar become allergic to girls. What a pity your fate is, man!" said Michael who was upset considering the cause of his best friend suffering from allergies.

"Loe knows it herself! The girl is the first love of Mr. Akhtar, even Mr. Akhtar love really same girls. Until we are his best friend, it is not considered that the girl is the same. But luckily, Mr. Akhtar is not the same as him anymore. If you can forever do not ever see Mr. Akhtar again with him. I'd be very excited if you want the treatment of girls to Mr Akhtar!" bima said annoyed.

"Sama, me too! Oh yes, the fate of the cleaning service officer how?" asked Michael who remembered the person who hit Akhtar.

"Loe knows the answer! Fired, especially?" bima replied lightly.

"Pity" Michael replied slowly.

They were no longer surprised by his friend's temperament. Many employees have been fired for their mistakes. Especially if you have to deal directly with Akhtar, there will be no opportunity to work anywhere anymore. In fact, colleagues or business competitors, until made bankrupt because caught cheating by Akhtar. Power and money, they do it.

Eeggghhh

"Male!" the conscious Lirih Akhtar.

"Yes, Sir!" suhut Bima was happy to see his master had regained consciousness.

They immediately approached Akhtar who was trying to get up from his sleep. Assisted Bima leaning his body on the head of the bed.

"What do you feel, Tar? Is anyone sick, Tar?" ask Michael worried. Bima just held back her smile.

"I told you, don't call me Tar! What cake am I? It's like calling people names!" ketus Akhtar slowly while holding his head that is still a little dizzy.

"Yes the name of Loe Akhtar! I call Akh too, you get angry! Then I should call you loe name what? Farzan?" michael was confused. Akhtar held back his sense of regret.

"That's my bokap name! Come on, call me Akhtar. Without having to be abbreviated." Akhtar replied.

"Akhtar's Longest!" michael's Protest.

"Udah, don't be kicked! Does Mr Akhtar need to go to the hospital?" cut Bima interrupted Michael who was about to speak again and turned to Akhtar.

"No need! Take a walk. I'm not seriously ill! Taking medication is enough!" reject Akhtar firmly.

"But, Mr Akhtar!" bima Refutation.

"I need a warm bath. Get ready! Don't forget the new clothes!" akhtar said without rebuttal. Then unbutton his shirt, after feeling dizzy and weak disappear.

While Bima went straight to the bathroom preparing warm water in the bathup. Michael stood watching the two alternately.

"Do you want to see me undress and take a shower?" akhtar asked tightly to Michael who was still standing while continuing to unbutton his shirt.

"Loe! Thank you cake with me! Friends have no rules! Nyesel I help you loe!" michael replied with annoyance.

"Hm." reply Akhtar then go to the bathroom.

"Based on ice! There is no morality. I swear you can't heal! No girl wants to be the same! Akhtar fucking!" shouted Michael who was upset with the treatment of his best friend.

Bima who had already come out of the bathroom, only shook her head while sighing looking at the two. Akhtar who heard the screams of his best friend just ignored him.

Akhtar and Michael if they meet like two male cats fighting over a female. Never get along and always argue. Bima and Jonas are the ones who often mediate their debates. But that's what they, despite frequent arguments, make them best friends. Complement each other.

"Udah, we're out now! Mending we coffee together while waiting Mr.Perfect finished bathing." invite Bima to Michael who still cursed Akhtar.

"My astonishment! Never changed people before! Yes, humans are like ice cubes! Just pantes, no girl can be snatched with him. Anyhow there is also, the girl who wants to be with him. He just won the same handsome as richer than us! But still lose if it's a girl's business! Ahhaha!" grumbling Michael then broke up while being pulled by Bima's hand towards the sofa.

Seeing Michael who was uproarious with his own chatter about his master, Bima just smiled. He did not want to follow his master. Bima is still fond of her work. Let Michael himself who used to curse the friend.

Bima and Michael were chatting while enjoying the coffee they ordered at the office boy on the floor. Unbeknownst to them, a man they were waiting for, had just walked out of his private room. Looks fresh although the redness on the body and face is still visible. Walk while wearing his watch.

Bima who realized her master had finished, immediately stood up. While Michael silently looked towards Akhtar while deeply.

'Emang pantes nicknamed Mr.Perfect! Even though it still hurts, the most handsome people. Daebak!' inner Michael.

"Absolutely fascinated by me?" sindir Akhtar who was sitting in front of Michael, while Bima was told to sit back in his place.

"My unclean! Loe if you say never filtered emang! I'm still normal, bro! My real dude! Still doyan hot chick and bohay." fierce Michael.

Bima held back her laughter by folding her lips inwards. Akhtar himself chipped away at the words of his best friend.

"My name is Akhtar, not bro!" akhtar protest flatly.

"Ngapain loe is still here? Waiting payment?" akhtar continued before Michael could reply. Michael is getting annoyed with Akhtar.

"****! Loe emang temen no morals! Males I'm here again!" reply Michael fiercely.

"Yes, just go!" reply Akhtar lightly.

Bima wanted to laugh more, but tried to hold it. Michael was getting more upset.

"Bim, tell me this lord loe! Don't ever call me, if the allergy recurs! Let it hurt! Overall I got this one!" reply Michael annoyed to turn to look at Bima beside him.

Akhtar just looked at him flat and crossed his legs while folding both his hands in front of his chest.

Michael also rose up with a feeling of regret, about to go to the door to get out. But before it got to the door, someone had opened it first.

"Akhtar!" say that someone.

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