The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapters 194. Dhira Mission (1)
Chapters 194. Dhira Mission (1)
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" The law of karma is fast, please plant the seed we want!"
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From the check in counter Dhira walked again towards the waiting room on the second floor using the escalator. There are many concessions inside the airport that remind him of a dozen years ago.
Stores with low prices, still crowded in the assault of the thick pocketed human class. All of that happened, in line with the taxes that were imposed on store stands inside the airport.
He suddenly remembered Rangga who introduced Indra, and all the pieces of his past were scattered. And today, armed with the lessons of the past, he does not want to let even provide a gap for the destroyer.
Dhira is seen entering the second X-ray. There are a lot of changes going on there. The increasingly futuristic building and design that accentuates the aesthetic, increasingly makes Dhira amazed.
It is impossible that for fourteen years there has been no change, his life has changed.
" Loh Bu left alone?" greet one of the female Avsec officers, who served in the airport's domestic departure lounge.
" Yes, mbak, mbak...." Dhira did not recognize the woman's face, but why did she recognize him. For a moment Dhira thought, is this about Devan again? Dhira tried to remember the look of the woman who greeted him.
" I came to Rangga Bu's funeral the other day. Shinta how are you?"
Apparently he was Rangga's junior on duty. Ah, Dhira was even too negative thinking to her husband's assistant.
" Oh yeah, this is going to follow the husband. Yesterday went first. Shinta well, I haven't been there yet mbak, just sing kabar via cell phone!"
Dhira is a supple person, making it no difficulty in establishing communication with the general public.
A little intermezo with the officers was fine he thought. He did not take advantage of the business class lounge service, which he could stop for a while actually. Dhira prefers to go straight into the waiting room.
He was sitting in front of the boarding door, his gaze was straight facing Apron (plane parking) which presented the view of the employees who were wriggling there, Pertamina tanks were refueling avtur under the wing of the plane.
The expanse of the runway can now enjoy Dhira, while scrolling his phone he sent a message to Devan. The henchman who now is more willing to him.
I was in the waiting room, who picked me up at the airport?
After sending the message, Dhira again circulated her gaze. Thursday morning's log was quite rame, seen officers in uniforms similar to Alexa had entered the waiting room.
Maybe boarding will be done soon.
Ready Ma'am, Wayan is on standby at the airport. I'll let her know if she lands.
Dhira's phone rang, Dhira sighed after reading Devan's impression. Keeping it is more than looking. He did not want to fall into the same hole, he could not avoid the attack of the destroyer. What Dhira wants to do is, to strengthen the ownership of Abhimanyu. Her husband's.
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BL City International Airport
The plane on board Dhira landed safely. Turbulence is also not so he felt when he was above. In short, Dhira pregnancy is safe. Because, the woman has followed the procedures that have been in place at the airline.
The schedule is back half an hour from the estimate, the delay occurred for operational reasons, there could be some problems on the part of the airline. Document for example. Because Dhira knows, there are many documents that must be included to the crew cockpit as PIC (Pilot In Command).
" Hello Van, I've got this!" Dhira contacted Devan as he lined up near the conveyor to pick up his trunk.
Dhira is more independent than Abhimanyu who is super-dictator, when with Devan. The Nestapa man was indeed a loyal lackey of Abhimanyu.
" Where do you want to wait, let me call Wayan?"
Dhira wiggled, looking for a strategic place. " I'm out!"
And not long ago, the suitcase belonging to Dhira has been sliding slowly on the conveyor business class. Dhira immediately walked out along with the other passengers.
The low noise of the taxi driver who intercepted the passengers caught Dhira's attention.
From a distance, Dhira opened the sunglasses perched on her face.
...Lady Andhira Abhimanyu...
A man with a udeng whose arm was covered with the tattoo, carried a sign with his name on it.
Dhira immediately approached the man in a crowded floral dress. Dhira was sure, if it was the person Devan was assigned to.
" Mr Wayan?" greet Dhira to the man.
" Nggih Bu, Wayan pole. Is this Mrs Andhira?" sapa Wayan balik looks sparkling because his special guests have been found.
Of course with the money shut up.
Dhira asks Devan not to tell Abhimanyu, until dinner time comes.
" Excuse me ma'am, I'll take the suitcase first?" said Wayan when he would grab a suitcase of Dhira maroon.
" Please Mom!" Wayan with excellent service served Abhimanyu's wife. Wayan opened the door for Dhira.
" Thank you Mr. Wayan!"
In Wayan's heart, he could conclude that Dhira is a woman who has a high level of politeness. The woman even called herself 'Sir' from the beginning.
Wayan is already kong kalikong with Komang Ariska, money is always easy for everything, and summarizes the complicated bureaucracy that is tiring.
In an instant, Dhira was already at the hotel and was waiting for the hotel attendant to open the door while carrying his suitcase. Although he used to go to BL, but not like now.
In her youth, Dhira had to collect money from her salary, to be with colleagues go on vacation. It had been a long time before he knew Indra, and that meant a dozen years ago.
" Thank you!" Dhira greeted the hotel clerk by giving him tips on two pieces of broken Proclaimer.
The young man looked bright.
" Mum Suksma!" the man clenched his hands together while bowing towards Dhira. Dhira was so happy if he was useful to others.
Dhira immediately poured his body onto the spring mattress with the clean white sheets. His eyes stare at the ceiling, he can get this far to keep his own.
His property that seems to be being targeted by destructive creatures.
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Abhimanyu was completely absent from morning activities until that afternoon. Devan was the one who became the months of questions from some colleagues.
Leo from Darmawan Group, apparently also present there. She is with Bella who is pregnant with her second child.
" Where is Abhimanyu's brother?" ask Leo to Devan.
" Mr. Abhimanyu is in sudden pain!".
Devan actually wanted to laugh when explaining that to Leo. His boss was sick, he thought.
" What pain? his wife didn't come down too?" Bella who incidentally is Leo's wife is now asking Dhira.
" No Madam, Mr. Abhimanyu's wife is pregnant young!".
" Abhimanyu sir may have jet lag!" Devan sniggered in heart.
" Oh, it must be like you used to, baby. Nausea is not finished in the early trimester!" leo gave permission.
Devan again held back his laughter. If two humans from the city of S knew, if Dhira was a sweet bobo in the best room of the hotel, because it would surprise her husband, they would have chuckled.
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Tonight's agenda in addition to dinner, there will be a bit of a core event. Then continue with the message and impression, because tomorrow afternoon is closing.
Devan sent the message to Dhira.
You let me know at the time when. Make sure that surprises me.
Devan creeps while reading a message from Dhira. His boss' wife looked more intimidating than Abhimanyu thought.
The beloved granddaughter arrives, the woman being talked about is now nongol in front of her.
" Abhimanyu sir why didn't you attend this morning's event?" asked Melinda when they finished their afternoon activities, and were about to head to the room to rest.
" Oh, he's not feeling well!" devan replies scanning the look of Melinda that really provokes the brains of the fathers to positive thinking.
" Is he really okay?" Melinda folded both her forehead.
" Sure, later tonight he can participate in the core event!" Devan smiled meaningfully.
" All right, say my regards to him!" Melinda patted Devan on the shoulder and then sauntered away.
Devan stared at Melinda's former touch on her shoulder. " The six letters that make the problem unfinished, woman!"
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