Lady'S Gentleman
One Day With Arman (1 of 3)

Before we move on to the main story, let's just hallucinate the flashback.

This is the story of when Arman HAS NOT MET AYUMI.

When he could still feel the peaceful days that he went through every day.

Days without dangerous, life-threatening scenes.

The title of this episode is :

One Day with Arman.

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Tet tet tet tet!

At 4 a.m.

"Hhhh..." A complaint from Arman, extending his hand from behind a blanket to the table clock and turning off his alarm setting.

Then the man went back under the blanket, and went back to sleep.

A few minutes later, I heard the sound of dawn from a distance. He also opened his blanket.

Why does he still turn on the alarm set even though the dawn is his real alarm?

Maybe it has to do with habits. Although his beliefs are different, but somehow he always likes the chants arising from the mosque speakers.

Then the man sat down on the edge of his bed, stunned to look down at the floor.

Trying to gather his strength.

Collects energy.

Remembering today's schedule.

And most importantly, remember for what purpose he lived to this day.

There was soon a third alarm, so it seemed like he had to make coffee before things fell apart.

Arman put away his blanket and stood up.

His body without clothes, he was not used to sleeping with tight clothes that made his blood flow not smooth.

With a wander he took the water from the refrigerator, then straightened it while thinking.

It is delicious today to make coffee from a coffee machine, or manually with a water kettle.

Wait for.

What day is it?

Uh. On Wednesday.

It's time for a morning meeting, and later in the afternoon there's also a presentation.

So what fits is a coffee that tastes fresh, maybe a little citrus-scented and soft-tasting to restore the mood.

The right one is Kintamani Coffee.

So Arman turned on his coffee machine and took out the coffee packaging from the kitchen counter.

Then turn on the tv while checking his phone that was charged all night.

As soon as the coffee was about to be processed, Arman's phone rang.

Alarm third.

On the phone screen is the name,

Sebastian Bataragunadi's.

Arman cleared his throat to make his voice clearer.

"For Mr." Sweepings.

"The letter from DP3KK has been responded?" Ask Sebastian.

"It's sir." replied Arman.

"Letter of Agreement for the Bank?"

"Not yet, waiting for a recommendation from Mr. James and Mr. Stephen."

Arman poured coffee into his mug.

He was yawning to release oxygen from his brain.

Then relax his neck muscles, and sit in the dining chair casually.

"The bank wants the letter to be at 10 today." Sebastian spoke in a low tone.

"Later push James." Hisses Arman.

"OKAY. Then..."

Arman waited for Sebastian to speak further while sipping his coffee again. He also read the news about the state of his country through a tablet.

The sound of the anchor on the television made him glance at the front.

"Can you figure out a way to defuse a woman's anger?" Ask Sebastian.

Arman quiet.

What is this problem?! Thought the man while putting down his coffee mug.

It's been a few days since the Crown Prince's match, BigBoss has been acting like an abege.

He often asked to be sent hampers and gifts to a woman by the name of Milady.

"Depends on the level of anger, sir. Is it severe or can it still be forgiven." Sahut Arman's.

"I think I'm already offended."

"Is she an upper class woman or an ordinary woman, or is she older or younger?"

"You have so many questions." Grouse Sebastian.

"Sir, whose name is female, must be understood. I couldn't have sent a colorful flower arrangement to a grandmother, she might have said, 'flower arrangements are just a waste of money, better buy me a batik'. And I also could not give a socialite a parcel whose value is lower than the price of her shoes, she might think we are not sincere." Arman's explanation.

No sound from across.

Arman waited for Sebastian to think while sipping his coffee again.

The anchor voice was reporting about the corruption case of one of the council members. Arman knows the suspect.

Then smile meaningfully.

"OKAY. That way. Give me something to get that woman's attention distracted. I have to talk to him." Sebastian grumbled.

So Arman had to fumble about the problem.

"You mean you have a love rival?" Ask Arman straightforwardly.

Sebastian is silent

Arman immediately smiled cunningly.

Gosh darn. A love story at the age of 54. Very epic Mr. Bataragunadi.

Inner Arman slightly insinuated.

"OK, I know the right parcel." said Arman.

"Anyway, I need to talk to him. Try, the gift, that makes him ready to meet me." - Sebastian.

"Ready Sir." Then Arman sneered cunningly. "Gift will slide on Milady Adara's desk tomorrow morning." Actually Arman said that name just guess what.

Sounds like Sebastian.

Arman's guess marks are very precise.

It's gonna be really exciting.

Inner Arman.

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Then after a morning conversation that he thought was pleasant from his boss,

The boss of all the Bosses in his company,

the brains of all the business strategies they run, the,

and it could be a half-human, demigod,

His Excellency Sebastian Bataragunadi,

He used to call Arman after dawn prayers to talk about the schedule. Sometimes even earlier because of fear of forgetting.

Understand the age. Forget often. And a little sleep clock.

Arman grabbed his towel and went into the bathroom.

About a few minutes later, Arman came out of the bathroom and headed for the sink, shaved and put on facial lotion.

Men need to dress up too, right?

But what makes him long in front of the sink is styling his hair.

About 15 minutes could be more... This includes hair dryers and pomades.

After feeling his face was perfect according to his version. Arman breathed a sigh of relief.

Then grab her coffee and take a sip.

Time to go to her closet.

He opened a laundry bag containing clean clothes.

Arman uses a special detergent whose fragrance matches that of his perfume in order to survive into the night.

He does not need to bother choosing a suit because for his Division, Corporate Secretary, they are given a special uniform suit.

Each employee is given 4 suits consisting of a white shirt, gray cloth pants with a line motif, tie and vest patterned matching, and elegant suit.

The selected material is of high quality so that it does not make sultry.

Especially for Arman who served as Head of Division was given a special brooch. He used to pin it between his royal collar and the top of his tie.

And special Friday employees can be free to wear casual clothes.

Arman sprayed perfume, put on his shirt, pants and belt, then picked the shoes on the shelf.

It seemed that today would be busy, so he chose shoes that were light in weight.

ART came from 10 to 12 to clean his apartment. Although there is not much to clean, but Arman prefers to see neat conditions when he comes home from work. ARTnya he rented specifically because many dangerous objects in his unit, such as a collection of weapons and sometimes blood-stained shirts.

As we know, Arman also works as a Commander in the Special Security Unit of Garnet Security Agency.

And the person he had to control was the one most expected to die quickly for most influential people.

Then after he felt his figure was already handsome invincibility, he looked for his bag and checked its contents.

Thinking about what items he should carry, thinking about what model weapons to tuck in his vest, as well...

Why is there a bra in her bag?

He pulled out a brown bra with a sparkling jewel in the middle.

Then unfurl.

Scented flowers and a little spice.

This size...?

"Beatrice." He said one name. Assistant CEO of one of the tenants in Garnet Group Building, beautiful and classy with a wild style of lovemaking.

And Arman smiled.

There is no way this luxury object is accidentally tucked away, after all, it will not feel if not used.

Except that Beatrice was heavily drunk.

But Arman vividly remembers last night, when they did it in Beatrice's apartment, they were fully conscious.

So the man threw a bra belonging to one of his 'girlfriends' into a laundry bag to wash.

Then put other things in the bag, put on his watch, put his wallet in the back pocket of his pants, snatched his bomber jacket.

And...

Spent coffee.

While muttering.

"Father in heaven, if you are there. Bless my work today. Just work. No other activity. I wish I could come back here without much burden of mind. Amen."

He prayed with a little words.

He knew that other activities, besides work, must surely enter the confessional.

It is not enough just to pray.

Then he snatched the keys to his sports car, turned off all the lights and electricity, and got out of his unit.

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