THE ENTERTAINER

CHAPTER 3 (Bag. 2)

"Hahaha— you are kidding with me. The market price is already above two billion for one fruit. I've given you the price of 850 million, it's a fanstastic price. But—if you don't want it's okay. I'll give it to another consumer."

Looking up at the sky from behind the window of the apartment, Rivano Raynaldi was talking over the phone to a waiter from his dirty work.

"OKAY. Alright, Sir. I concur. Don't forget to deliver the goods as usual" the customer said before he ended the talks.

After almost half an hour of more negotiating with the client, made him sultry and wanted to immediately take off the black suit that wrapped the long-sleeved shirt. Then hung on the back of the chair. Then he rolled up his shirt a little bit. Along with his buttocks attached to a leather-lined chair. Padded. Where the back of his chair can adjust to the movement of the young man's shoulders.

Because of the demands of the work, Rivano must always look elegant every day. In every place. At every moment. Even sleeping still uses collared clothes and pants.

Her hair is always neatly combed back. With the pattern on the right and left shaved thinner than the other parts. His face always looks clean. And also the body that is always fragrant. Just like a movie star who always keeps his body clean. Because every minute of it, Rivano never forgets to spray Tom Ford Tobacco Out as the perfume chosen to perfect its appearance. And that is one of the reasons why women are so comfortable to linger around.

"Heeufss .. "sighs Rivano by placing both palms of his hands attached to the eel. He felt a little tired from the lack of sleep from last night.

"There-There's that girl. It could also be his body," Rivano muttered with an amused laugh recalling the incident at the hotel with the beautiful girl who was drunk.

With a smiling face while twirling the glass on his desk. Rivano's thoughts were still bright considering the funny incident with the girl he met at a nightclub. The girl who hugged him at the time of the raid suddenly happened. And forced to take him away from that place.

And while the girl was drunk, Rivano had to be troubled by carrying her. That's not all. He also had to be bothered to undress the girl because of vomiting that caused an unpleasant smell. So it disturbs the smell of this super clean man.

After being satisfied with the daydream, Rivano opened the laptop that was on the desk. His finger typed a keyword. I don't know what he was looking for. However, visible from the picture, it is a matter that concerns the dirty work he is currently engaged in. Until he finally received an incoming message from a cellphone in his pants pocket.

'There's a new cat. To be bought or not'

Secret key sentences as transaction conversations to be safe are not easily tracked. Special words used by Rivano with his colleagues when communicating via telephone. If they give each other info for something that concerns this illegal job.

Rivano read the message with a smiling face. There was a little happiness in his eyes.

'OKAY. We'll buy the cat tonight. Take you to XYZ Hotel. I'll send the room number after I book.'

A cigarette stuck to Rivano's lips after putting his phone on the table. A faint smile was seen on his face. With a gas match held in the right hand. The young man closed the laptop screen before burning his cigarette.

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Moments of time kept turning. As the clockwise direction is displayed on the room wall of a hotel he rented for the night. Showing at 8 p.m.

The handsome young man who had been waiting for more than an hour of the promised time for his meeting with a girl, slightly made him worry. Because there were no invited guests yet.

Half a bottle of red wine has been swallowed. By sitting on the couch enjoying the television broadcast live football from Europe, Rivano began to get a little nervous. Because usually, the girl who was invited to enjoy the night before she executed the girl who was the victim, was only 5 minutes late at most. However, this time the victim managed to make Rivano's forehead a little sweaty in the AC room.

And along with a kick towards the goal from striker number nine, from the team using a red costume managed to score, the room door sounded knocking. Rivano came to the door and opened it.

"E-Well!" They both pointed at each other. With a shocked face. Rivano rubbed his face before he invited the girl into the room.

"So your name is Feby" Rivano told the girl who had just sat on the sofa and put her handbag on the table.

"Lo—Rivano." Feby. "Oh—real lo doyan is also the same woman huh. I thought—."

"Gai. I think I like same-sex. Lo crazy!" protest Rivano with two canned drinks in his hand. Just got it from the fridge.

"Sor—ry. Yes exhausted due to the incident. That's what makes me think that" Feby replied with his right hand receiving a canned drink from the man who had just put his butt sitting next to him.

"Oh—so you want me to prove that I'm normal. Undress you!"

"Well!" Feby's eyes widened.

"Ennak. Nook. Nook. No."

"I'm a fuckin' girl!"

"Haha. Funny lo!"

"Funny! funny what?"

"Yes it's funny. I asked you. What are you doing here? With lo dateng here it has proven that you are a girl so. Lo dateng because of the invitation of the guy who will pay you to sleep the same lo. Keep saying you're a fuckin' girl."

Check Mat. It was the right word for the expression that the girl felt. Feby looked away. Twirling the canned drink in his hand. The behavior that made Rivano lured to glance at the beautiful girl with a face that was getting sweeter was seen in such a state of silence.

"How long has it been working like this?"

Easy question but hard to answer. Because given the purpose of Feby into the night world is to trace the trail of criminals who are being hunted. Following the advice of a co-worker who told him to plunge straight into the king cobra's nest. However, it doesn't seem easy to do. In addition to betting with his life if he really met the perpetrator who was targeted, and entered into the trap of the perpetrator. Also she should behave as a night woman works. To make his announcer absolutely perfect without anyone knowing that he was one of the combatants of crime.

"Bra monthly new gues." A logical answer for a night worker who looked awkward in front of his guest.

"Pantes."

The word provoked Feby to stare seriously at the face of the young man who was leaning back leisurely while watching the football broadcast that had already run half-act.

"You mean?" ask Feby seriously.

"Pantes lo is less aggressive to welcome guests who will pay you dearly," Rivano said, welcoming a sharp gaze from a beautiful girl whose face is now tense.