
Five minutes later, though,
"SIR, I'M SORRY."
My fear was piqued by the touch that landed on my left shoulder. Suddenly, I opened my eyes, and how embarrassed I was. When the person I want to get his forgiveness. It seemed to have disappeared from before me, and now people were looking at me strangely.
"I'm sorry, please go back to each other's places." I asked to endure the embarrassment.
"Diet, Mba. If you want to apologize, you open your eyes. Not close your eyes. Noh, the handsome mamas wes metu." chirps a mother with a slightly enlarged stomach.
Shame increases, but what can I do. It's my fault, and I have to apologize. Well, even though in the end. It became a spectacle for many people.
"Thank you, Mom, for reminding me. Excuse me." I said goodbye to go back to the desk where I worked, and people went back to their places, "Will the man forgive me, but he didn't hear my apology. How now?"
The dilemma of the receptionist is only that the woman is experiencing because the man in question does not even care about trivial events like that. The life he lived. It's enough to have a lot of complexity.
Hot weather with severe congestion often occurs. Time has shown ten o'clock in the morning. Still a macem. The car that Al drove entered a special parking lot, even some bodyguards immediately approached. Then open the door to their boss.
"Good morning, Mr. Alkan." greet all the bodyguards in unison. "Come, follow us."
"Is everything ready?" al asked with footsteps leaving his car.
"Of course, Sir. Heli is waiting for you on the tarmac with the special forces. As you asked." The brave bodyguard walking by Al's side explained without the slightest sense of trepidation, making Al smile thinly.
Al escorted to a special glass elevator. When the steps had entered the elevator, the bodyguards were also standing in front of the elevator. Then the man took off the suit he was wearing, then removed two buttons on his shirt.
"Go! Do your next job, and yes. Make sure everything IS FREE OF TRACES. Understand?!" al with a wave of hands.
The bodyguards bowed half the body. They let the boss go alone. The elevator doors closed and started walking. The first task ends, then the second.
"A1, call A3 to track down our prey, and A5 get our vehicle here!" Bodyguard who has a large height gives direction because here only he is the team leader.
"Zack, does our job have to be done today?" ask A1.
The man called Zack is the head of the operations team this time.
Zack pulls A1's hand in a quick motion twisting its second body, until A1's body is locked. "Rules number one. Never give me a real name."
"Sorry-sorry....,"
Don't want to hurt his men. Zack releases without pushing A1. His eyes were relaxed, but had another meaning.
"Sorry, A0. I'm guilty." said A1.
Zack flicked his hand. The Black Van stopped in front of the bodyguards, and with the team leader's finger code. One by one, they enter the car. While the elevator had just opened, and Al's steps welcomed the helicopter runway were quite spacious. His eyes instantly swept across the entire region, where three helis were ready to glide, and the special forces were already standing waiting for him.
First step, I want my family to be happy.
Step two, I want freedom for Bryant.
Step three, I want my two brothers to always smile.
The fourth step, I want to give Ara the right as a wife.
Step five, I want to be the protector of my family.
Each step of Al has meaning. His steps have a definite purpose, and whatever he will do. Right or wrong. All for his little family. In the dictionary of an Al. There is no compromise for compassion, and sacrifice for loved ones.
"Please come in, sir." The beautiful woman with long hair extended her hand, and greeted Al without a word. "All of you to your respective positions!"
Heli began to leave the runway where the roof of the skyscraper was increasingly visible away, while in the heli. Al checked his phone. The look of the eyes of disbelief as soon as seeing the booming notifications. There was a moment of guilt that infiltrated his heart.
"Ow **!*, I forgot about him." muttered Al, but it could still be heard the woman next to him.
The woman was intending to wipe Al's shoulder. Without him realizing the tail of Al's eyes are still always vigilant.
"Don't touch me!" Al hurriedly dialed a number with a finger signal so that the two people inside the heli were silent.
His call was completely missed. Where is the owner of the number? Is it still sleeping? If so, who calls himself up to a hundred calls? I wanted to run, but it was impossible. Without Al noticing, he clasped his right hand too tightly.
"Boss, what's wrong?" ask the woman.
Thereout!
Thereout!
Thereout!