Siri's Wife Mr. Bryant

Chapter 50: THE ACT OF ALKAN

The uncle's answer. Suddenly carrying Bryant's steps ran without permission to enter his residence.

"I must act quickly to bring Ara into this house. Do not let the man managed to find Bryant's wife and do something out of bounds." muttered Alkan while re-entering his car.

The gate again opened, and Alkan was busy driving away from his residence. Inside the car, the man was waiting for his call to be answered. Until the ringtone changed a greeting from across.

[Assalamu'alaikum]~ greetings from across.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. I want you to do something for me. Listen carefully to what you have to do in twenty-four hours." Alkan slightly reduced the speed of his car, "Bawa Ara and the others returned to Jakarta! Make a small incident, but REMEMBER NOT TO HURT ARA. Just make a short play, and have Bryant order you back here. Understand?!"

[Om, do we have to do all that? If Ara is brought back to Jakarta. What about Hazel?] ~ reply from across.

"Hazel's my business, but circumstances won't call for a waiting room. Time can be betrayed. Think about your best friend's happiness, and I know. You can do anything for Bryant." Alkan.

For a moment there was silence from across. Until the breath sounds quite long and resigned.

[Okay, I'll take care of it. Trust me on this, Om just relax. Just get our return tickets ready two hours from now.] ~ Answer from across, then close the call.

"One problem I solved. Now it's time to finish my second business. I have to go to the religious court." muttered Alkan.

The car should be heading south towards the office. Precisely turn west to a row of community services for state worshipers. Including the local area religious courthouse. His eyes were so firm with his flat face. The cold expression he showed. No more time to think. Although the time allotted was still two days left, but it was likely that the lizard demon would not do as he commanded.

The car entered the religious courthouse, then in the parking lot to where it should be. Alkan got out of the car without bringing any files, other than the phone in his right hand. Then the people who have a little business get the eye wash when a man with a bule stature enters the religious court building which is quite spacious. Although not everyone knows who the man is, it is still the center of attention of many people.

"Where's the manager's room?" tanya Alkan sternly stared at the receptionist who was in charge of giving the queue number.

"Sorry, sir please fill in the data yourself, and take the queue number." The receptionist's speech thrust the administrative paper at Alkan.

Alkan accepted, but not to fill out the form. Instead of just being shifted, then one eye glances focus to the phone dialing a number. The man's cold attitude was very much the center of attention. There were gazes of admiration, but there were also some who were timidly stealing glances.

"Good morning, Mr. Dinata. I'm at the religious court, can I meet in person?" Alkan greeted the call he made with an unchanged facial expression, although his voice seemed more friendly. "Thank you, I'm waiting for your arrival."

"Right now. I like to play mode. Sir, the employees have a hard time meeting the manager, and you talk as if you know him." The receptionist shook his head. "Please fill it out! Let the queueers continue their work."

Alkan did not respond to the receptionist's chatter, but he did what he was asked to do: fill out the form. Until a pat on the shoulder stopped him, then turned around. A man with a distended stomach, and a thick mustache stood before him with a helping hand.

"Welcome, Mr. Alkan Putra. It's nice to meet you." Saya Pak Dinata, made Alkan welcome the distended man's hand with a thin smile and glances at the receptionist. "Let's get my room!"

"Wait!" Alkan tore off a piece of the form he had just written, then thrust it into the receptionist. "Read and understand! Watch your mouth!"

"Come, Mr. Dinata." Answer Alkan and leave by leaving the queue place to walk side by side with the manager.

While the receptionist was stunned and trembling hands picked up the paper that the man gave. "The difference between truth and falsehood is as thin as a thread. NEVER JUDGE OTHERS BY THEIR APPEARANCE WITHOUT YOU KNOWING WHO THEY ARE!"