18. Nine O'clock Direction

"Alvin,"

"Yes Sir.."

"Please stop our car at the mall ahead," Alvin nodded.

A couple has reached the main door of shopping center number 1 of the metropolis. Small women were taken to walk into the showroom selling jewelry.

Two aides were still following them when Mr. and Mrs decided to enter the crowd and head to the jewelry showroom of a famous brand.

For some reason, the aides ' eyes were watching, and even one of them made a call to another aide who was supposed to stand guard around the car.

Hendra, so bright, blue eyes seem more excited. He pulls his wife's hand towards a display case that offers various types of jewelry, especially glittering gems and diamonds.

"take what you want, dear," Aruna's husband pleaded. The man pointed his pointer at a bluish pendant.

Aruna's smile was inevitable, and it seemed Mahendra knew Aruna had returned the red to Damar. And this man, wanting to replace it with something else that many times must be more charming than Damar's.

With the arrival of another aide, Hendra got a whisper," sir, it seems you know someone who is standing at nine o'clock, " Mahendra frowned, he turned to the direction that was said by Herry. More curious when someone at nine o'clock. Vaguely has the same facial contours as her. He also brought a group of bodyguards.

His bodyguards stand out compared to Adjutant adjutant Mahendra who today wears a casual outfit and is not so prominent unless observed in earnest. Adjutant Mahendra's adjutant sometimes looks like a group of friends walking together.

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"come on Syakila, quickly choose one," Gibran's voice sounded tired.

"I don't like it, I don't want to buy it either," the girl named Syakila shook her head. This woman always consistently refused the gift of her fiance. She was obliged to choose a jewelry package for the first time to appear in public with Gibran. More precisely, it appeared at the launch of the Tarantula digital product, which Mahendra plans to participate in.

"don't bother me, please!"Gibran is tired of offering things to the girl.

"I do not want to argue with you. We have agreed You must be present at important agendas as my fiance," Gibran said again, hoping to melt the heart of the thin woman so quickly chose the jewelry he wanted. For them, after this need to find a dress. All of a sudden, not once or twice, Syakila refused. So Gibran forced her to go shopping today.

"since when do we have such an agreement?" the poor girl is very good at protesting. Syakila does tend to be stubborn.

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"what if I choose this one?"Aruna found her choice. But the man she was talking to was busy observing a couple arguing.

"Heen.. isn't it beautiful?"Mahendra only came to his senses after Aruna pulled his hand.

"Which one, honey?" the concentration of blue eyes moved towards his wife. However, everything was different when Aruna was finally stunned. He walked up to the woman who knew him.

"Aruna.."this is Mahendra's call, no longer a pity because he is not comfortable paying attention to the movements of Aruna, who walked up to someone at 9 o'clock.

"Syakila? You're Syakila, right? "Aruna asked casually and friendly. Unlike Mahendra, who hurriedly asked the saleswoman to prepare his wife's choice of the pendant so that he could immediately pay.

"Brother Aruna," Syakila was as stunned as Aruna. The girl who was photographed with Aruna looks happy to be reunited.

But strangely, the look on Syakila's face changed completely after Syakila glanced at the man standing next to him.

"who are you here with? With Juan?"Aruna's question was not answered.

"Honey, Come on.. "Mahendra walked a few steps closer. Ask Aruna to stay away from the face she recognizes.

It seems that not only skill is now frozen. Gibran, who met Mahendra's eyes, were both sculptings.

Their adjutant's adjutants gasped at each other.

"em.. me.."this is Syakila's answer.

"honey.. go.!." once again, Mahendra asked his wife to give up her meeting with Syakila.

"Syakila ... quickly choose one!"I don't know why Gibran took part in ordering Syakila to decide on the jewelry he should choose immediately.

Hearing Gibran's less pleasant voice, Aruna pulled her lips straight. "then I'll say good-bye.." said Aruna stroking Syakila's arm.

Mahendra was seen putting on a serious face and immediately embraced his wife. The two walked toward the cashier.

And again, the sentence of the debate was heard between Syakila and the man who had looked less pleasant.

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"Hendra, do you know the man who was with Syakila?"

"don't think about unnecessary things," Mahendra strangely felt uncomfortable with Aruna's question.

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"I decided, this one, the blue color like Aruna's brother's looks good too," Syakila said after the couple left the jewelry showroom. Syakila deliberately asked the saleswoman, Aruna buy what jewelry.

"you know them?" sentence finds Gibran.

"we used to eat together," Syakila answered.

"eating together?"Gibran eyebrows spontaneously, according.

"yes.. dinner together."

"really? How did that happen? Did your father ask for it?"

"no.. this time it's worth more than just obeying papa's request,"

"and then?"

"we ate, and photographed together."

"what I'm asking is not what happened? But! How can Dinner happen?"

"Gesang.. we met Aruna's family, and we were invited to dinner."

"what?"Gibran could hardly believe the words he heard. Gibran and Gesang have agreed not to step recklessly. One of them is close to the Djoyodiningrat family.

"we're back now!"Gibran said hurriedly.

"aren't we going to buy a dress?" actually, this woman likes it. When Gibran wants a return to his office building, Syakila does not have to bother choosing clothes for the tarantula party.

"I'll prepare everything, you just wear it. Asking you to choose yourself is a waste of time," Gibran suddenly got angry. I don't know what's in his head. His emotions are surprisingly the opposite of his calm habits.

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"Huuh," Kiki let out a sigh, finally realizing maybe this man doesn't know, "Boro-boro 15 minutes, throughout my work sift, a cashier didn't dare to sit down,"

"Oh, I see.."Vian momentarily felt guilty. He, who is still loyal to holding Kiki's motorbike, changes how he communicates with the angry girl.

"let me talk just fine once," Kiki doesn't want to get off her bike yet. Vian stepped closer to Kiki.

"Thomas, not wanting to tell the bad things that happened to him, without a defense sentence coming out of Thomas's statement. We're having a hard time finding the perpetrator who reportedly killed Thomas on purpose." the tension in Kiki's body dampens. This girl sat quietly on her motorcycle. "you know yourself, right? He not suicide, but someone intends to take his life, " Kiki finally wanted to look at Vian.

"but Thomas never returned my messages, isn't that what it means.."this sentence is interrupted. Overwritten by Vian's explanation.

"because he was locked up, Thomas prisoner, Thomas did not hold a mobile phone,"

"prisoners? What does that mean?"

"the point is Thomas has made a fatal mistake, I explain it's no use to you," Vian's left palm lightly patted Kiki's shoulder. "what we need now is for him to tell us the chronology of what happened to him, we all want him to survive the sanctions that our leader will impose."

"em.. why should I?"Kiki honestly has a hard time digesting the situation Vian told me about. Even so, Kiki realized she was someone who had known Thomas, hoping Thomas did not experience a bad incident.

"then what should I do?"Kiki implicitly agreed to Vian's request.

"I can pick you up tomorrow."

"I don't think I can, I can't be absent from my job, or I'll lose my job."

"em.. Vian's habit of touching her lips when thinking is presented in front of Kiki, " how about now? The sooner, the better, " Vian offered.

"Okay, I'll let you go," Kiki said, actually typing a message for her family.

"go ahead with your car I'll follow behind using my motorcycle," said Kiki when asked to get into Vian's car.

"Leave your bike, I've contacted my men, they will secure it," Vian moved his right hand. Again ask kiki to get in her car.

"wait until your men come, then I'm willing to leave my bike,"

"okay.. if that's what you want, " Vian raised both shoulders and palms of her hands. It's hard to argue with a girl whose real name is Kihrani.

"take off your hoodie.."Vian orders.

"why? What's wrong with my Hoodie?"

"you want Thomas to see you in such a mess??"

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