Reiz And Rin's

Who's the girl?

"You can wear one of those clothes in the closet, but remember don't be sassy to touch anything." Connect Reiz.

"Do the clothes in the closet belong to your wife?" Instead of answering, Reiz stared intently at Rin, making Rin swallow her saliva.

"Don't look at me like that, I'll just ask." Rin showed her stupid smile.

"Don't get along and ask as if we know each other." Reiz replied flatly.

"But don't we already know each other, I know the names of Master and Master must have known my name when I mentioned it in front of the security guard, right?" 

Reiz rolled his eyeballs, he was really lazy to deal with a woman's name.

"Whatever." Reiz chose to leave the room instead of continuing to talk to Rin. Reiz headed for his room, he felt very tired.

Last afternoon he had just returned from out of town after finishing taking care of his company branch, then afternoon until night there was a meeting at the hotel, plus again with his meeting with Rin. It was a really exhausting day.

Rin looked at Reiz's back which disappeared behind the door then smiled. At least he had a decent place to sleep.

In instead of the closet that was shown by Reiz, in it there are several women's pajama stels. In Rin's heart wondered who the owner of the pajamas was? Must be Reiz's family. Didn't the satpan at the house say that Reiz never took anyone to his apartment other than his family?

Reiz laid himself on the bed after completing the ritual of cleansing the body, now he was very ready to rest. Just as he closed his eyes, his phone suddenly rang. Reiz clucked, who else bothered him in the middle of the night like this. Why did he forget to turn off his phone.

With the phone on the nightstand, Reiz breathed heavily once he knew who was calling in the middle of the night like this. Who else if not the boss, someone who is very annoying that he has considered like his own brother and vice versa.

"So who's that girl?" Tomi asked as soon as her call connected, making Reiz massage her forehead. I don't know why that one boss always knew anything about him.

"Sir called me at night just to ask that?" Reiz asked back.

"Don't call me Sir. Oi.... Come on, this is the first time you've brought a woman into your apartment." Said Tomi again. He was really curious about the woman his assistant was carrying.

"Didn't Ms Tania come to my apartment a lot, sir?" Reiz asked again.

"My wife goes to your place often, but always with me."  Tomi said she didn't want to lose.

"Master should have known who that woman was." Somehow Reiz's mood is always bad when it comes to women with Tomi.

"I want to hear it from you." Tom is still trying to find out.

"Please continue your honeymoon with Miss Tania." Reiz hung up.

"Hey Reiz... Ck, broken up again." Tomi looked at her phone, suddenly she smiled obliquely. This time he would not let the assistant just like that.

Reiz turned off his phone, lest Tomi bother him again. Claiming inwardly, how could the honeymooning boss know about him bringing Rin to his apartment. Reiz put the flat object back on the nightstand.

Reiz laid back his body, staring at the clean white ceiling. His sleepiness suddenly disappeared. Recalling the incident some time ago, when he dropped Rin off on the street. After leaving Rin and intending to go home, he instead thinks about how Rin's fate is, and Rin's shadow seems unwilling to leave his mind. Trying to forget, Reiz was even more thoughtful.

What if someone harasses Rin again? Wasn't it his fault for taking the woman down on the quiet, dark street. Unwilling to think about it, Reiz decides to return to the place where he left Rin.

And sure enough, when he got there he heard a female voice asking for help, and saw Rin running away from the thugs.

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"Where's the girl?" Ask.

"Sorry Mr. Edra, Miss Rinata managed to escape." One of them dared to answer.

"escaped? How could?! You guys are so useless! Catching a girl alone can't be!" Snap Edra.

"You know, the girl handed Albert Rivers to me as her debt-redeemer. And now the girl's running away!" Stomach Edra again.

"Sorry sir, but..."

"But what?!" Edra got up from his seat, anger clearly visible on his face.

"But we met Mr. Reiz Anderson."

"Reiz Anderson?" Edra knitted his eyebrows together, he sat back in his chair.

"Yes Sir. And Mr. Reiz said that Miss Rinata was already his." Obviously that guy again.

Edra was stunned to hear his men answer, his anger gone instantly.

"Go." Edra said after a few minutes of silence. The five men left the room.

"Reiz Anderson? I haven't seen her in a long time." Edra rests his back on the back of the chair.

"How are you doing now?" Edra's eyes looked bright considering Reiz's familiar figure. Suddenly his face looks sad considering the events of a dozen years ago.

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In the morning, Rin awoke from her sleep. Her body feels fresh, the bed in Reiz's apartment is very comfortable making her sleep well last night. After cleaning his body, Rin decides to make breakfast.

"Where's the kitchen?" Walking Rin's eyes examined each room.

"That's it..." Cheerful Rin so successfully found the kitchen. Soon he was looking for something to cook for breakfast.

"Why aren't there any groceries here?" Rin scratched his non-itchy head, after not finding any foodstuff, which was only mineral water in the large fridge.

"What are you doing here?" Rin was shocked when she heard a flat voice behind her. He looked up, and Reiz was standing there.

Instead of answering, Rin was stunned to see Reiz. Reiz who looks like he just finished bathing with hair that is still a little wet and only wearing a black shirt and jeans adds to the man's good looks.

"God... Why is Mr. Reiz so handsome? And why did I just realize it? It must be because last night I was really screwed." Rin said in his heart.

"I asked what you're doing here and who gave you permission to go to the kitchen?" Reiz asked who was getting annoyed because Rin just kept quiet while looking at him.

"Eh... That's sir, I want to make breakfast but there's no groceries here." Rin answered freshly from her daydream.