Not Clear
"Marry and love Suci very well!"
DEG!
The conditions that Malik gave were more than enough to make Firman's whole body suddenly very frozen. And because of the conditions given by Malik, he could clearly feel the cold heat all over his body.
Not because he couldn't, but what about Siska? Could he accept a concubine into their palace? And what would it be like if the Saint knew that at this moment he was no longer one of them, but only one of them?
"I can't—"
"You can and you must, do not let the world know that you are the one who acts, but can not be responsible," said Malik with full emphasis and it further makes the word that the world is not doing well after this.
"I give you two choices, accept or agree." Firman is getting harder and harder to understand where the leak of sanity from Malik is at the moment.
"I agree." The answer that Firman gives is indeed the answer that Malik really expected.
"That's the right choice for you, Man. And I assure you that you will not regret having chosen it as an option." When he heard what Malik said, Firman could only put up his very flat expression.
Suddenly the sound of the door from the room both stood at this time there was a screeching sound that was definitely the mastermind Ghea. A woman who has lost control of herself.
But what Ghea did was a reaction to what Malik had done before.
There will be no smoke if there is no fire. Perhaps it is the most realistic picture to describe Malik and Ghea at this time.
"May I come in?" asked Ghea, who was still standing in front of the door, looking at Malik and Firman in turn.
Just the nod the word gave to Ghea's question was more than enough to represent what was going on between them.
"Finished the debate?" ask Ghea once by bringing his two level feet to cut the distance between the three of them at this time.
"Already found his mufakat," Malik replied very lightly as if what is currently happening between him and Firman is something that cannot be said Seriously.
For Malik as long as the problem he is facing is not losing Ghea then it is not worth saying a big problem.
The meeting which initially only had an estimated time of 60 Minutes must now be delayed to 90 minutes, of course, because the debate involving Malik is also Firman.
"Let's go back to the office, shall we?" ask Ghea as they are now in the car with Malik sitting in the driver's seat and Ghea in the passenger seat right next to Malik.
"It's almost lunch time. No client appointments or court hearings, right?" On what Malik said, Ghea then answered him with a very steady shake of the head. There was doubt that followed.
"Nothing, Malik." Malik did not respond to what Ghea said. It seemed that the man needed a pause to think about what he should do again in the future.
"Then shall we have lunch?!" Ghea was like the one who went awry when Malik offered it to him.
Seeing no response given by Ghea, Malik once again had to repeat the question to the woman who was currently in very close proximity to him.
"Ghe, you want to, right?" ask Malik one more time because he feels that there is something strange about Ghea at the moment.
"It's Thursday, Malik." Malik's eyebrows were raised when he heard what Ghea had just said. He couldn't really study Well what Ghea said.
"What if it's Thursday? How many people can't eat on Thursday?" Malik asked with no guilt at all, not innocence. Maybe right now he just can't understand it very well.
"I'm fasting, Malik!" What Ghea just said really made Malik gasp.
"I'm sorry, I don't know," said Malik with considerable guilt, even though what he did just now was not a matter of harming the country.
"It's not your fault, Malik!" said Ghea with a passionate smile on her ripe lips.
"Shall we go to the office?!" And what Malik said was answered with a nod of the head by Ghea.
***
"You go to your room, I want to go to Akbar's room first!" Malik said without waiting for an answer from Ghea and then brought his two legs to the room of the number two person in this firm.
KREK!
Without excuse, especially the knock on the door of the room belonging to Akbar Maulana Bagaskara was then opened very brutally. There is not a hint of Akbar's intention to shift his focus at this time.
"Where is Suci, Bar?" Malik asked with a breath rhythm that seemed to hunt it.
"The initial meeting of the two lawyers as well," replied Akbar who was still focusing on the laptop screen in front of him at this time.
"It's a long time, isn't it?" ask Malik one more time but all he gets is an uncertain answer from Akbar. Yes, men only flick both the base of his shoulders in response to not knowing about Suci at this time.
"Motherfucker!" The curse that came out of Malik's two ripe lips then succeeded in making Akbar change his point of attention.
This is not the first time that Malik has said such a thing, but what Akbar is at issue with now is who the curse is on when there are only two of them in this room right now.
"Who is the bastard?" asked Akbar who could no longer control his curiosity.
"Still need me to answer?" Malik asked, shaking his waist.
"Sit down Brother!" said Akbar, pointing to the chair in front of his desk to his brother.
"What's the matter with you, huh?" Akbar asked in a tone that was not at all relaxed.
"Firman," Malik replied Very briefly. Akbar should have principles for that.
"I should have thanked him," said Malik, who seemed to be correcting what he had said earlier.
"What the hell is wrong with you, brother? You used to say shit to him, and now you're thanking him. Not clear!"
"Yes, Bar. I should have thanked him. It is thanks to him that I can see demons without having to have such a thing as a sixth sense." Akbar could only gently massage the bridge of his nose when he heard a tirade from his older brother.