Siri's Wife Mr. Bryant

Chapter 64: THE MOSQUITO VICTIM - THE HOUSE?

A glance is fixed on the clock on the left wrist. It's eighteen over twenty-five minutes. The person he was waiting for should be at the meeting place, but it might be too late. From the place waiting there were only shady trees with a single wooden chair.

"Come on, why be a nemenin mosquito, anyway. Ish, forget to bring mosquito repellent again," he complained by repelling mosquitoes whose voices were disturbing.

Busy patting on the right cheek, sometimes the arms sometimes the legs. Mosquitoes are a constant bully. Lips dimpled like a traveling vegetable seller, adding to the atmosphere of the night to be a hoopla alone. Ten minutes passed until finally the look of the car began to approach, making the man take a deep breath.

Cheek up!

The black sedan car stopped in front of him at a distance of five meters, then the glass window slowly descended. A wave of hands called out to him, making the man run over to the person who sacrificed himself for blood transfusion in the mosquito family.

Braak!

The car door closed so tightly without feeling. Obviously, the annoyance of having to be bitten by mosquitoes he vented on the door even sat even like a person fell from a tree. Just not until the sound *gedebuk*. Hehehe well shadow how it feels blood sucked mosquitoes are again demo mode.

Skips. (Othoor is underworked)

"Boss, why not come next year? Waiting for me to be a bone." said the man snorted bitterly, but who listened instead to the bodo period and returned to driving his car with concentration.

"Hadeh, got Boss one, gini very, yes. Fate...,"

"Would you go to the Sahara or to the south pole?" asked the boss to stop his men's complaints.

"Hehehe, geez, Boss. I'm here with a cute boss," persuaded the man with both hands to give a code of peace.

The journey continues until the vehicle is out of the meeting area. The streets of the city are again visible with street lights that are quite blinding to the eye. The boy chose to install his phone in a special navigation place, of course after locking the destination point tonight.

"That house? Did you take him there?" asked the boss in a trembling voice.

"Yup, Boss. I only knew it was the safest place for him, but there was something I had to say, "The man prepared himself to tell a truth that could definitely be a heart plot for his boss, "Boss, things aren't the same anymore."

Silent.

"Zack Maulana!" call Al impatiently.

Zack grimaced, even his hands spontaneously closing both ears, "Boss, don't yell. Look at it for yourself, I'm confused to explain it."

After hearing that answer, Al increased the speed of the car. He did not care about the rules or the surprise of Zack who shouted cursing. There was something he could not get rid of. Fear and fear of loss. Such a shining light will always shine, but there will be a dark shadow greeting.

Ten minutes passed. Eventually the car stopped in front of a medium-sized house. The minimalist house in front of him has many memories. Al was still sitting quietly in the chair staring ahead. After a long time the meeting will be present in his destiny. He slowly removed his seatbelt, then pushed the car door. Then move the legs out with an erratic heartbeat rhythm.

Every step felt heavy. Still, I don't want to escape. Zack, who saw his boss emotionally, chose to be patient to wait for the man's move to reach the door. The time that passed seemed to stop. It was as if the world had no other life until the door of the house opened and Al stopped at a distance of two meters.

"Master, are you here?" ask a woman dressed as a waiter.

Al looked back where Zack leaned in front of the car and ran straight to him. Of course there is an. Moreover, there was one of the mansion's children who came out of that house, and the one in charge must be his right hand. Maulana Zack.

"Irene, is your job done?" zack asked casually, and was answered a nod of the head by the woman.

"Boss, Irene was in charge of cleaning the house and also making sure everything was well under surveillance" Zack reported, giving an eye code to get Irene out of the house as soon as possible.

The code that had always been Zack's trademark was caught off guard, making Al sigh slowly. "Irene, go! No need to code everything. I want to see him now."

Without waiting for Zack or Irene to react. Al's steps again walked forward, and entered the house, making his two men look at each other. Obviously the look of anxious eyes and fear until the sound of screaming from inside resuscitated the men who immediately entered the house.

"Boss!" call Zack and Irene in unison.