GIRL IN RED
CHAPTER 226. MEET DION
With a fishing rod in his hand, Arimbi walked towards the exit and turned and looked at Amanda. “Can I borrow your car? I was driven by the driver of the Serkan family every day so I didn't bring my own car. And the driver has also come home, he will come to pick me up after work hours.”
He had not expected if there was an invitation from Jordan to go fishing that came sooner than his prediction. It's not even the weekend Arimbi thought. Jordan must have had a lot of free time in his company.
Or did the man deliberately take his time and invite her? Even so Arimbi must recognize that PT. Libra Elektroindo shot high while in the hands of Jordan.
Plus, Jordan has earned the trust of the head office people, to the point that every step he takes is the way of the company and every utterance is corporate law.
Suddenly Arimbi remembered something, Emir of her husband. Ah, I have to tell the Emir not to worry and be jealous if he finds out he saw me with Jordan.
After thinking about Arimbi's request for a moment, although with a sense of wonder why the Serkan family gave a private driver to Arimbi but finally Amanda gave the car keys to Arimbi. “Be careful on the road. Mom already told me that you've been twice involved in a car accident.”
“It's not true. The truth is only once.” said Arimbi. When people see how he races cars and always wins, nothing happens. Just the action at that time he just hit a tree on the side of the road. Thinking of the collision, Arimbi replied, “Good. I'll be careful.” after that Arimbi took Amanda's car keys and left.
In the car he grabbed his cell phone and called the Emir. At that time the Emir was at the meeting when his phone rang making all those present look at each other because they knew the Emir strictly prohibited carrying a cell phone during the meeting. He glanced at his phone screen and it was Arimbi who called him.
The Emir immediately raised the call because he was worried that Arimbi was having problems. “Halo, darling. Are you busy now? Sorry to bother you.”
“You've been bothering me. What's up?”
“What are you doing? Hem, look! Jordan asked me to go fishing at ten o'clock. I don't know where it is yet. I'll just go with him so I guess I should tell you.”
“Hem...” that's all that comes out of Emir's lips. He doesn't matter if Arimbi leaves because it's related to work. After all, Jordan is the manager of his subsidiary.
“Emir darling. Are you angry? If you don't agree, I won't fulfill the invitation. But this has something to do with that cooperation contract, I want to urge him later to sign.” immediately
“I'm not angry.” he replied.
“Good. Um, there's one more thing. What do you think if I see Dion in his office. Joana is not back yet. I want to make it clear to her that she can't use my friend to pressure me! I will never be with him! Honey, he should know the limits.
Emir tightened his grip on his phone, he felt jealous and unwilling if his wife met another man. But what Arimbi said is true, if Dion uses Joana to pressure Arimbi then it is time for Arimbi to be firm with the man in order to know his limits. Although in his heart he was not willing but the Emir finally allowed it because he believed in his wife.
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“Director Harimurti. Arimbi Rafaldi of Rafaldi Group would like to meet you.” the voice from the intercom was heard after Dion raised the call.
Due to a discussion about the collaboration between Harimurti Group and Rafaldi Group, Dion's secretary thought that Arimbi might come to discuss business. Hearing Arimbi who wanted to meet him, Dio's eyes shone and he blinked a few times then replied to the intercom, “Take him in.”
Dion's male secretary escorts Arimbi, before long Arimbi is already in front of Dion's office door. As he enters the office, Arimbi is surprised to see that Dion's office is not too much different from Dion's. If no secretary had been waiting for him, he would have thought that he had instead entered the Emir's office.
Why does Dion have the same taste as the Emir? Is this a mere coincidence or one of their forms of competition? Her thought. What exactly is Dion's problem with the Emir? Why is it exactly the same as everything here with the Emir's office? Thought Arimbi in his heart. “Director Harimurti.” greeted Arimbi politely and then approached Dion's desk.
Dion hints at his secretary to give them privacy. After his secretary closed the door and left, the office space was now just the two of them.
“Please sit down, Miss Arimbi.” Dion said with a flat expression. But actually in his heart feel very happy with the arrival of the woman of his target.
“Thank you Director Harimurti.” replied Arimbi then sat down.
While sipping his coffee, Dion's eyes glued to Arimbi who this morning looked very beautiful than usual.
Dion observed the beautiful face in front of him which exuded a strong aura and a glowing face. ‘What's different with Arimbi? Why did she look so much prettier than usual and her aura shone? Her thought.
She observed Arimbi's clothes and makeup which also looked as simple as usual despite her expensive clothes. But Dion felt it was not that which affected something different from Arimbi.
Arimbi who realized that Dion's eyes had been watching him began to feel uncomfortable with his gaze. But he kept trying to be calm and then politely he asked, “Director Harimurti, I feel like there is something strange about me if you keep looking at me like that.”
“If our daughter is a girl, she will probably look similar to you and as beautiful as you.”
Hearing the words that came out of Dion's mouth, Arimbi could no longer smile. With a face that started to tight and serious he took a few breaths before speaking. He hated this man and now he hated him even more.
“Director Harimurti, I've explained about this issue before. Nothing happened between us. Even the people you hired to check on me justified what I said. We never had children and never will!” arimbi was upset.
Then Dion put down his coffee and started talking in a low, deep voice, “Now probably not yet. But that doesn't mean we can't have it later. Arimbi, don't you miss your son? I remember how much our son looked like you when he saw her very pretty face like you and funny. My heart feels melh when I think about how sweet and funny our son used to be.”