Sorry I Love You, Friend!

Two Enemies Meet

Rafael grabs the doorknob, opens the glass door and lets his boss in and quickly turns to Areta. Upon hearing Hani's trembling voice, reporting Grek's arrival, Areta and Rafael immediately returned to the office. Supposedly Rafael's arranged meeting schedule was still two days away then what was the reason Grek suddenly changed his plans and came unannounced.

"Ta, are you sure?" Rafael asked worriedly.

"Well, we can't back off" Areta said without reducing her pace.

"Hello, Miss Areta Hadi Johnson," greets Grek as soon as Areta appears from behind the door. Grek threw a seductive smile as his eyes clashed with the figure of Rafael standing behind his boss.

Hani half ran towards Areta, her hands shaking, pulling the end of the suit Areta was wearing. Areta smiled faintly, trying to calm down her assistant.

"Does the tea suit your taste?" Ask Areta as a pleasantry. He puts on a smile of formality to welcome Grek's presence in his room.

Areta took off the suit and handed it to Hani. "Come out" his message was welcomed by Hani's protesting gaze.

"Get out" Areta said she did not want to be denied.

After Hani leaves the room, Areta heads to the single sofa that is located opposite to where Grek is sitting. Areta moved regularly, unbuttoning on both wrists of her shirt, rolling the arm up to hang it on the elbow, giving the impression of being relaxed. He gave time for Grek to observe his every move with a fed up look making him turn his gaze at Rafael.

"El, why don't you sit down so that I can see your handsome face more clearly" Grek teased. "You know, I miss you," her tone changed subtly with****** spoiled. His eyes looked at Rafael with interest. Admittedly, Rafael is one of the best partners in his bed.

"Hahaha," Areta chuckled softly. "It looks like Mr. Grek has a pretty good impression on you Rafael" Areta replied. Staring at Grek sharply.

Although Areta's tone seemed relaxed but the aura she emitted seemed to be threatening the opponent to keep the hand away from hers.

Rafael did not budge, he did not show the slightest expression of interest to participate in the game throwing innuendo between Areta and Grek.

"So, what keeps busy people like you from visiting my office, Grek?" Areta leaned against the body of the sofa, relaxing her back.

"As usual, you can't wait for Areta," said Grek.

Areta sniffed her shoulders, opened her arms in a snobbish fashion, "i have no reason to change it," he said casually.

"I'm here to ask you why you're spying on my factory" Grek shot straight. There was no point in making small talk in front of Areta. The dull woman had no interest in wagging her tail in front of Grek.

"I got some wind of your organization's recent activities" Areta said.

"What kind of activity?" Grek displayed an innocent expression as if he did not understand the direction of Areta's sentence.

Areta pulled a slanted smile. "Do I need to mention it?" Insinuations.

The Jaw of Grek is hardened. He was sure that Areta was now pressing him. "Why are you suddenly interested in what we're doing?" Disappointed.

Areta raised the cup containing lemon tea that Hani had previously prepared. Slowly sip the turbid liquid until it passes through the throat and delivers a fresh sour taste.

"Have you forgotten the rules in this world? Not interfering with each other's organizational affairs," continued Grek is not satisfied. Areta is clearly fishing for her emotions.

"Of course, I never forgot it. But I also remember, some clauses that say, touching someone else's property signifies war."

"What do you mean?"

Areta flicked her finger. Code it to Rafael. The man quickly responded to Areta's intentions. Rafael places two photos in front of Grek.

"You're holding them both? Take them to me, "pointing Areta to the two photos on the table.

Grek noticed the two photos. Both are prisoners prepared for execution this week. "What does Areta have to do with these two people?" Inner Grek was curious.

"Sounds like they're special?" Grek's investigation provokes a reaction behind the cold face of the woman who rules the black market of weapons in the country.

"Grek, I'm not a long-winded person. My tolerance has been more than enough. Once you reach the limit, I'm afraid my hand slips. You don't have to imagine what's going to happen" Areta said in a threatening tone.

Grek. Although spoken in a calm tone, Grek sure heard the threat behind every word Areta said. "What do I get in return?" Despite having to admit the threat Areta exerts influence on him but Grek does not want to show it clearly.

Grek glanced at Rafael, "Ra-"

"A - a," cut Areta, wiggling her index finger drawing the word no. He stops Grek voicing his wish. "Don't try to climb too high Grek. You won't be able to do it without effort" he said as a parable to make Grek aware, he can't touch the people around Areta.

"Ck," Decak Grek was upset. "But it's not free Areta, you have to pay to get them" he said.

Areta nodded in understanding. "I know that," he said while commenting on a short smile.

Grek looked at Areta furiously before moving from his position, preparing to leave.

"Ah, Grek," hold Areta. "Make sure I get both of them intact without any flaws," he said before Grek stomped his feet out of the room.

"Don't take your eyes off of Grek and Ergan" Areta ordered, Rafael nodded obediently. "This time we have to get Rey back."

"About Bima?" Raphael asked doubtfully. "Inducing him into this matter could give Grek a greater chance of suppressing you."

Areta fell silent, her mind imagining some possibilities.

"Bringing Bima into these negotiations will backfire on the plan he has neatly laid out. Grek will definitely look for Bima's connection to him. Once he gets it, it will be difficult for Areta to make a move," he thought.

Areta looked at her right hand, weighing her next move. "Then I have to have a plan B" he said.

Rafael fused his eyebrows together, puzzled. "Plan B?"

"Well, plan B. Sometimes we have to invite a handler to tame a stray dog" Areta said with a dark smile.

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In a 4x4 cold-floored room with rough walls. Dozens of men and women gathered, sitting with bending positions crimping each other. No one spoke even to greet each other. Each one dissolves in the mind, chanting prayers in the heart may this suffering end soon. They no longer cared which direction fate would lead, even hell sounded better than in this place.

They are treated like cattle that are kept until they reach slaughter. Caged in a cage with an iron door. No sun just befriends disgusting humid air. Surprisingly, no matter how bad their treatment was, the nutritional intake of the prisoners was highly noticed.

Food is delivered every meal, morning - noon - afternoon. The prepared menu is diverse but almost always meets the four rules of healthy five perfect. Whenever anyone complains of pain, they are immediately removed from the group. Take it to a separate room. Some returned intact but not infrequently from who managed to come out never returned.

In the corner of the room, two men exchanged glances. The two met at the beginning of the meeting. They exchanged information, told stories about daily life and even discussed the reasons the two could be behind this confinement.

"Aren't you sleeping?" Ask the beautiful little guy.

The tall man shook his head slowly. "I miss someone."

"Your boyfriend?" Guess the little guy.

His opponent returned to shake.

"Then?"

"Aska," muttered the tall man who was breaking the longing in his heart.

"Who?" The little guy was curious.

"My best friend," sighed tall.

The little man grunted slowly. "Don't waste your energy thinking about people who don't even care if you're alive or dead" he said. Pull the blanket higher, immerse yourself to pick up the night, like the dozens of nights that have passed her serial day.

A tall man sticks his forehead to the folds of his hands. "Aska, I miss you" he said.

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