The Cost of Trust

The Part 149

"Good day, Mr. Eko!", greet me on the security in the lobby.

"Good day, Mom! Uh, um Dian ya?", greet the security.

"Sir Eko still wants to."

"Yes is mbak."

"Well, I'm going to the receptionist."

"Please mbak!", said Mr. Eko.

Aziz wondered why he still knew his wife. Diandra resigned six years ago. They are loyal people in this company.

"Good afternoon ma'am!", Dian greeted the receptionist. As her receptionist was new, so Dian and she were completely unfamiliar.

"Good day mom. Can I help you?", asked the receptionist.

But before, Aziz poked my hand. Ask permission to pick up the phone from your mom.

"I want to meet Jul. Uh, I mean, mister Julian."

"Is there an appointment?"

"It has. But it seems that since then, I've been in contact not in lift mbak!"

"Oh, mister Julian's having a meeting maybe ma'am. I called her secretary first huh Ma!", said the receptionist.

Not yet had the receptionist pressed the button on the phone plane, a woman wearing sexy approached him.

"Mita, it will be noon if there are representatives from the Nayaka group please inform me!"

"Well Miss Sharen!", replied Mita.

"Oh yes ma'am, this is a guest who wants to meet mister Julian."

Miss Sharen looked at me from head to toe. He showed his cynical smile.

"Who are you? What interest is there in mister Julian?", asked Sharen, folding his arms around his chest.

Well, this rich man must be in the exterminator. Judes very! My inner.

"Dear?", asked Aziz who suddenly grabbed my waist.

"Not yet mas, kaya mas Jul is still meeting."

"Hahaha who? Mas Jul?", asked Sharen while holding back his laughter.

It's like 'pera' really a girl! Inner Aziz. I don't know who he's dealing with.

"I'm sorry, I mean mister Julian Miss Sharen."

"Mister Julian is still meeting, if any message can be delivered through me."

With his haughtiness Sharen raised his chin.

Buseeet??? That was Miss Sharen. Like her, I've never seen her before, just like Julian.

Suddenly someone approached us.

"Rara?", asked a man.

"Niko?", ask.

"How are you?", asked Niko.

"Good God."

"A long time no see. That who? Lo's husband?", asked niko in wonder.

Don't tell me, she also knows Dian and Fai's love story. Inner Aziz.

"Yes, this is my husband. Mas Aziz!", I said. Mas Aziz also shone on Niko.

"Owh.kirain Lo merits Fai. But, it's a bit like. Lo's taste is high Ra!", said Niko.

Indomi my taste! Inner Aziz again.

"Yes, they are also victorious!", I said.

"Sir Niko, it's not a break yet huh. Why even hang around in the loby?", asked Sharen.

"I'm from Mr. Samsul's room Miss!", replied Niko. Mr. Samsul is the financial manager of this company.

"OKAY. Back to your room. This is not the place to reminisce."Sharen said it was hard on Niko.

"Good Miss. Okay Ra, I'm back in my room. My room is still the same! Let's go Aziz!", said Niko.

"Oke Niko!", I gave my thumbs up. Mas Aziz just nodded.

"Oh yes Miss, Mister Julian's meeting is still a long time?", I asked.

"About half an hour. I told you earlier, Mom...Rara! Just say it through me, I will convey it to him!", said Sharen ketus.

Aziz shook his head.

"Yes, we wait there can?", I asked as I pointed the sofa beside the lobby slightly inward.

Sharen smiled mockingly.

"Please Miss Rara! I'm just saying ma'am, here's where people work. Not a study ...!", whispered Sharen slowly. I don't want to take his mockery. Want me to wear that robe? I don't know she's in contemporary fashion. I'm not interested in blazers and their friends.

"Ah, yes Miss Sharen. I got the wrong dong costume?", I chuckled. As if laughing at myself.

"And here is also not a place to sell thighs s*s* right mbak?", I quipped. Sharen's eyes immediately glared. Mas Aziz was holding back a laugh because of my innuendo.

" I'm sorry, if I'm Miss!", I said lowered my head. Again Aziz held back his laughter.

"Mister Julian definitely doesn't want to meet a village person like you!", Sharen pointed his finger in front of me.

But, that finger was grabbed by Julian.

"Take care of your attitude Sharen!", Julian snapped.

Sharen is weaving her lips and gets a snatch from Julian.

"Mas Bu Dian, Mr. Aziz for his inconvenience!", Julian slightly lowered his body and covered both of his hands.

Suddenly, we were the center of attention by people who were on the move in there.

"Julian!", snapped Sharen.

Ow. I guess they chose a special relationship. My inner.

"Sharen! And everything that's here. Non-formally, I introduced the CEO of DWP Group, Mrs Diandra Saputri. As the sole owner and heir of DWP group."

Sharen looked so shocked. What was in his mind????

"Once again, I apologize for the behavior of my secretary Bu Dian, Mr. Aziz."

"It's okay Julian!", Aziz and I laughed.

"Sorry Jul. We didn't know you were called Mister Julian. We called you Mas. Heheheh sorry yes...!", I said.

"Mrs Dian could have! Then, let's take my mom to your room. Once you have studied it, you are ready for a meeting with the board of directors!", Julian said.

"Oh yes Jul. It's okay to call Jul. Let's get along with that."

"Please ma'am!", it's up to the boss. Julian was only able to speak inwardly.

"Can I propose something?", I asked.

"Please Ma'am. Authority is in my hands."

"Hahaha, it's not Jul."

Again the call 'Mas Jul' sounded ludicrous to Julian.

"If I may, I say yes. Please, tell the staff and other employees. Please dress politely. Regardless of what our beliefs are. Because, it could be that someone feels uncomfortable with 'views' that we should not have to see", I said while glancing at Sharen who was still misbehaving.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to patronize you....!"

"Okay ma'am, I'll announce it later" Julian said.

"If there is a good policy, please maintain it. But sorry, if there is a policy that I consider lacking...can I add or change it right?", I asked Julian.

"Please Miss Dian!"

"Yes already! Ayok Mas!", I held my husband's arm. Even though I was babbling from earlier, it seems like women are paying attention to my husband excessively. Let's just say lebay, if we don't take care of our husband, who else tries? Anyway, my husband is too handsome.

"Please Ms. Dian, Mr. Aziz. We're taking a special elevator!" Julian said.

Mas Aziz walked ahead of me, because I had time to squat loosening my wedges.

"Mas Aziz mas...!"

Aziz looked over. Turn around the body.

"Stop mas..!", I said. Julian and a few others looked over and stopped. Including the people behind me.

"Return mas!"

"Why?", asked Mas Aziz in surprise.

"Take three steps back?!"

Aziz also spoke my words.

"The bell passed the mas..!", I said as I asked Aziz to grab my crouching hand.

Mas Aziz smiled in response to me. Even though his hand still grabbed me.

The giggling voice behind me sounded so clear. I don't want to lose to Julian either.

Mas Aziz grabbed my waist while whispering.

"You have a fight at the deckhouse!" said Aziz.

"At home no one saw me. It's dangerous here!", I said. Aziz squinted his eyes. The danger? Inner Aziz.

"meaning?"

"Look at the women who have seen you!", I whispered again.

Aziz shook his head.

"Mas doesn't care, even though there's Natasha Wilona in front. I don't care. I only care about you!", whispered Aziz again.

"Gombal!", I pinched Aziz's stomach.

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Alay???? Let alone. Not wrong dong-gombalan same couple?

Where's the diaz? Didn't you discuss that? Diaz is comfortable in her father's arms.

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