NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#61
Efendi looked back at Castella. Castella's blue and round eyeballs and her chirpy face, plus Castella's flirtatious eye lyrics every time she looked at Efendi, made Efendi's sir's seat began to be irregular.
He sighed and was silent for a moment. He knew some of the reports he had read on the map in front of him many that he did not understand. Sandwich fucked. But Castella's efforts caught his eye, succeeding. He raised both his eyebrows and nodded.
"Well, but maybe we can follow up on this conversation in a different place. At my restaurant or in my villa on Sunut beach, perhaps," said Efendi smilingly.
Rianti glanced towards Castella. He smiled with satisfaction as his mother's flirtatious attitude began to bear fruit.
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There were a few footsteps as it led to the meeting place. The sound of shoes accompanied by the chatter of several people outside the room was heard increasingly crowded, making the entire room speechless. The bustling atmosphere that Castella had never heard of in that place before.
Castella looked towards Rianti. Rianti turned to look at Mohan.She gestured to check on him. But just a few steps, there was a knock on the door from the outside.
Mohan opened the door immediately. Castella and Rianti look surprised when they see Mr. Sahril and some men following him from behind entering the room.
Seeing that, Castella and Rianti got up.
"Good day, ma'am," said Mr. Sahril politely bowing his body. Castella frowned. He doesn't look happy to see the people behind Mr. Sahril.
"Why did you suddenly come and bring back those people, Mr. Sahril. They have fired me and I do not allow them to step on this place anymore" Castella said. Mr. Sahril stepped forward.
Feeling an unfriendly atmosphere, Efendi and his two guards rose up.
"Sorry, Miss Castella. Maybe we can continue on another day. Of course, after internal problems in the mother's company can be resolved," said Mr. Efendi. He picked up his bag and took his two guards away.
"Before a while, Mr. Efendi. They are not the people of this company. They have absolutely no right to engage in our conversation" Castella prevented when she saw Efendi leave her seat.
"Sorry, Mom. It is precisely the mother who is not entitled in this company. This company does not belong to the mother," said Mr. Sahril remained in a low tone with a smile.
Rianti who was staring with an expression of displeasure to Mr. Sahril stepped closer to Mr. Sahril. Mr. Sahril bowed his body again saluting.
"Please, Mr. Sahril. On what basis do you speak like that. Ms. Castella is the wife of the late Mr. Yulian Wibowo. And I was his only son. Mr. Sahril talk rubbish," said Rianti. His sharp gaze was like about to swallow Mr. Sahril's body alive. Mr. Sahril replied with a smile. He held his palms together apologizing.
"Sir Efendi, please come back" Castella said. He ran towards Efendi.
"Please, you are not affected by these troublemakers. How could they think that I am not the owner of this company. I'm sure Mr. Efendi is a smart man" Castella said, holding Efendi's hand. Mr. Efendi sighed. He held Castella's hand and slowly took it off.
"Mom solve mom's problems first. After the atmosphere is conducive, mother can contact me again," said Mr. Efendi. He hurried to leave the room.
"But, Sir."
Castella's application did not bear fruit. Mr. Efendi did not look and left.
Castella turned her body. His face red due to the overflow of emotions fused with two eyeballs that glared towards Mr. Sahril.
"Hey, who are you two. What strength do you two dare to touch me," said Mr. Sahril loudly. His stern tone with a threatening look, made Jeri and Mohan retreat.
"He's my man. He has the right to protect me" Castella said in a shouting tone.
Back, Mr. Sahril smiled.
"We're talking about it, ma'am.Please let mother and Non Rianti sit down first. I will prove that Mr. Castella is not the owner of this company" Mr. Sahril said. This time his voice sounded strong.
Castella smiled wryly while nodding.
"Ow, so, all this time you didn't want to see me 'cause you designed everything." Castella is closer. He walked around the people who covered the body of Pa Sahril.
"I know now. Rianti, I'm sure this guy has been manipulating data for as long as he's overseas. He has already listed his name as the owner of this company. That's right, Mr. Sahril."
"Well, right, Ma. He's a dog licker. He could bite his master's family when his master was no longer there" said Rianti fiercely.
Mr. Sahril just smiled.
"Mother and Non Rianti sat down first to know what happened and how it turned out," said Mr. Sahril. He beckoned those who protected him to give him a way. He allowed Castella and Rianti to sit down, but both refused.
"Sir Pratama, please call the police and remove the garbage" Castella told Mr Pratama, who was sitting quietly in his seat. Mr. Pratama turned towards Mr. Sahril.
"Remember what you said, Mr. Pratama. You will be loyal to the company. Now, I want you to prove it" Castella continued.
"I'm here because I love this company and Mr. Yulian's death. Not because of mom or Non-Rianti. I'm still holding on to Mr. Sahril's orders. Mr. Sahril is a confidant of Mr. Yulian and was appointed officially to regulate the company before the official owner came," Mr. Pratama said. Castella smiles.
"That's me, Mr. Pratama. It was me, Castella," said Castella patting her chest.
"Come, among you, try to tell me? is there anyone more worthy of her husband's inheritance than his wife and children?" castella asked some of the men in the Vaz behind her. They just shut up.
"Basic you fools. You better be naked than pretend you're smart."
"I beg you to sit down first. You have to listen to my explanation first" Sahril said.
"Omong empty. Come on Rianti, let's go. We need to get to the police station. We're going to make a report about this betrayal and fraud" Castella said.
"With the mother's exit from this room, the mother automatically accepted this decision,"
"What decision. You threatening me?"
Mr. Sahril shook his head with a smile. He no longer responded to Castella. He doesn't seem to want to prolong the debate with Castella. He looked towards Pratama.
"Pak Pratama, please, turn on the projector, so you can see the truth" said Mr. Sahril. Mr. Pratama took out the projector from inside his bag.After connecting it with the laptop, he then began to point his highlight to the wall in front of him.