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"They're Mulan's parents?"

"Yes, Sir. According to Mr. Deno they will replace his temporary presence here."

Rama nodded, turning over a file in hand containing the background of the vice president's family.

Before meeting the two, Rama asked Bora to find information about them as much as possible. At least before he goes any further, Rama must know who his enemies are.

"You know, I have a job for Lo!" Rama begins to tell Bora what to do as long as they meet at a five-star restaurant located right in the heart of Milan.

"But, Sir. If they get suspicious and I get caught how?" bora asked unsure.

"It's Lo's pain!" rama replied casually, re-arranging his seat leaning against the car seat.

The man sitting in front of him was heard breathing deeply. Bora was upset by herself hearing an answer that did not give her any motivation at all.

Their car drove, breaking the streets of the capital that began to be crowded with vehicles due to the hours of home office.

"Don't forget, Drill. Tell me what I said!" Rama makes a sound before they enter a private restaurant with live piano music in it.

The two men of nearly equal height stepped in unison near the reservation table where the no longer young married couple awaited their arrival.

"Good night Mr. Cokro.," Rama said warmly.

The man who was greeted stood up, extending a hand to greet Rama first. "Congratulations Mr Rama, how are you?" tanyanya is stale.

"I'm good, thank you. Sorry to keep you and Mom waiting" said Rama a little glance at the woman with her hair bunned like a beehive hanging from a tree.

"Absolutely not, Mr. Rama. We also haven't been here long. Let's sit down" said Cokro pointing at their front two seats.

The boss and his assistant sat down with Bora facing the smiling woman blushing at him.

"So we came here to discuss more about our cooperation Mr. Cokro."

"Don't rush the young man too much, how about we have dinner first. Our stomachs should be filled before discussing anything heavy" said Cokro.

Rama nods waiting for the waiter to bring him and Bora dinner.

The four people ate silently, while occasionally commenting on the food of the famous restaurants in the city.

"I'm sorry to go to the toilet first, Pi." Wati whispered, not forgetting to say goodbye to their business partners.

The woman who always wears fashionable clothes walked away from the table with a graceful style but impressed contrived.

Rama gave the code to his assistant to start moving, carrying out the plan they had arranged while in the car earlier.

Pretending to receive an important phone call from someone, Bora asks for permission to leave the restaurant.

"I'll excuse you for a minute, sir." she said to two men of different ages.

Bora, who had been heading out of the restaurant, turned to the toilet when Cokro's attention was taken over again by his superior.

The man slightly threw a rough breath with a heart that was still grumbling from earlier. The fate of subordinates who must always listen to what their superiors order makes Bora inevitably have to do a job that he thinks is very disgusting.

Bora began to pay attention to the circumstances around, ascertaining where the restaurant cctv is located and entered the toilet before anyone saw it. The man hurriedly locked the door, standing in front of the sink pretending to wash his hands.

The screeched Wati was shocked when she saw the assistant of their business partner coming with her inside the ladies' room.

"Gosh .. You surprised me, Mr. Bora." said Wati rubbed his chest.

Bora smiled, turned to look at the old woman whose age might not be much different from her grandmother.

"Sorry, Lady. I just wanted to get to know you until I decided to come here to see you."

"W-what?" sahut Wati was shocked.

"What do you want, Mr. Bora?"

"I? I want you, Lady...." Bora stopped in front of the silent Wati frozen in place, with her hand rubbing Wati's cheek gently.

"I know your face must be as smooth as your skin. I was curious to taste it a little as soon as I saw you Lady...." Bora still smiled deliberately making the woman nervous and misbehaved.

"What do you want Mr. Bora, I—"

"Stt...." Bora placed her index finger on Wati's fiery red lips.

"I told you, I want you. How about we spend the night tomorrow?" Bora took out a piece of paper from her suit pocket, giving it to Wati's hand.

"Here, meet me here at seven. Dress up beautiful and wear your best clothes. I will wait for you until you come. Don't let me down and wait too long, Lady...." Bora smiled, still rubbing Wati's cheek before leaving from there leaving the woman who felt her heart was about to explode right now.

Not knowing what dreams she had last night until meeting a young man who might be the same age as her son was flirting with her bravely coming to the ladies' room.

Wati slightly blushed to imagine him who although he was no longer young but could still make a man as handsome as Bora captivated. The woman suddenly felt like a young woman in love.

His heart was still beating unruffled until he sat back in front of Bora who was smiling faintly looking at him.

"Why so long, Mi?" tanya Cokro once saw his wife.

"There was a slight disturbance inside the toilet," Wati replied glancing at Bora at a glance.

Has not had time to ask what interference, Rama has cut off the conversation of the couple.

"Alright, I can't linger Mr. Cokro and Ms. Wati. My wife is alone at home, I don't calm down leaving her any longer."

The attention of the two was instantly distracted, staring at Rama wondering. "Sir Rama is married?" ask Cokro first.

"Yes, I've been married for almost two months. I moved here as soon as I got married" Rama said.

"really? Then we will have a foursome dinner, Mr. Rama. Coincidentally my wife is also a little lonely here, maybe our wife can be friends afterwards," said Cokro enthusiastically.

"Could only. I'll tell him later." Rama moved from his seat not wanting to be in front of the two hypocrites longer.

Before leaving the dining table, Bora still had time to wipe the back of Wati's hand on the table to make sure their plan worked.

The man quickly cleaned his hands with a sanitizer as soon as he and Rama got back in the car. Disgust and wanting to vomit enveloped his mind, he could do this sad thing he thought.

Rama sat in the back seat, smiling and patting his assistant on the shoulder, proud. "Good work, Drill. Must be our plan tomorrow night going well!"

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Vih...

Bora doesn't work out, huh?