Lady'S Gentleman
Interrogations

"Honey.." said Sebastian in his sigh. "Maybe we haven't seen each other in a week..."

Milady raised her face and stopped her mouth activity. "Eh? Where are you going?"

Sebastian pushed the woman's head towards her to get back busy with his activities.

With the voice of the Milady protest...

"I'm in BNN observation, make sure you're not alone. There's Eiichi, Susan and Arman. Or you can ask Leon or Mr. Bara for help."

Then the next thing that was heard was the sound of his sigh of relief and Milady who was coughing.

Sebastian chuckles when he sees Milady in a hurry to drink.

"I'm getting married in a week, you know." sizzled Milady. "And Ayumi could not be reached. Looks like he realized Trevor knows. On Saturday, Trevor repeatedly sent a short message asking for confirmation. But there is no answer."

"Yes, that's why Yamaguci must have been inflamed. His henchmen here will definitely move actively. It could be that you're also being targeted" Sebastian said.

"So..." The man unbuttoned his shirt, as he approached Milady with his sly smile.

Milady took a step back

"What do you want?" ask the woman carefully

"You want..."

"Sebastian, I told you..."

"If necessary, I'll per***your sins.." cut Sebastian out.

"I'll scream." threatened Milady

"Who will hear? The arman? I think he's gone to represent me at the same meeting... I don't know which company asked for confirmation." Sebastian said.

Milady took a deep breath as her back was now stuck against the wall.

"You don't want to?" Whisper Sebastian while kissing his ear.

Milady's most sensitive point. Making the woman's legs instantly limp.

"What did you promise me? There's a price.." sizzled Milady.

"I will be loyal to you, will not marry another woman..."

"Why don't you just marry me, Trevor and Ayumi's relationship is over" Milady said.

"I'm not done talking yet." sizzled Sebastian.

"Sir, please forgive me very much, but this one is really urgent." Arman's voice came from the intercom.

"What else... I'm giggling too, boy!" as Sebastian.

"Anuu... Komjen Pol Irwan Hartawi in the priority waiting room. Hehe..."

Sebastian and Milady froze.

Sebastian re-buttoned his shirt as he headed for the intercom and pressed the button.

"Now you don't have to laugh!" sebastian is upset.

*****

Tuesday Morning, though,

The man was medium in stature, his eyes were sharp and his lips were always pouting.

Hari Fadil, currently his position is Vice Chairman of Commission III of the House of Representatives from one of the largest parties in the country.

He walked to the press room to describe the findings made by BNN.

His face was indeed pouting but his heart was filled with a sense of victory.

(About info: Commission III of the House of Representatives xxx (abbreviated Commission III DPx xx) is one of eleven DPx Commissions xx with scope of duties in the fields of law, human rights, and security. There are 15 ministries that are partners of Commission III, including BNN, usually in one Commission there are 4 vice-chairmen).

Any minute, he thought.

Sebastian will be in their grasp, and he will flee to Alaska, asking for protection through his green card.

*****

Dirga and four BNN members who followed him, handed the Warrant to Arman who was enjoying his coffee at the usual operator's desk.

Arman's face remained as friendly as ever, with his usual smile and friendly eyes as ever.

It always makes me feel unsettled...

Raut Arman who like that, holds a grudge and desire to kill in such a way held back until finally the man prefers to put on a friendly mask.

"Letter of call." said Dirga.

"Wad... I think it's late." Arman grinned

"meaning?"

"Lo don't know if my Boss from morning already in the office BNN?" Arman took out a BNN call letter from his envelope and read it at a glance.

"He has a morning schedule here today... Meet your boss. Mr. Komjen Pol.." Arman's weirdness sounded very annoying in Dirga's ear.

Dirga could only stand glued while shaking his waist and lowered his head.

"You guys.actually plan what the hell? What exactly is your goal?!" furious Dirga.

Arman raised his eyebrows.

"Capture the rat" said the man.

"Capturing mice... So what are you guys? A snake? The cat?" Ask Dirga.

Arman snorted mockingly.

"We're not that kind of animal... You should also know who my boss is, who I am, and who the people around you have been. Follow the plot, do not pretend to be an angel alone, if your place is still on earth..." Arman reinserted the letter into the envelope and handed it back to Dirga.

"Fix the spirit of yah kakaaaa.." sneered Arman as he sat back and sipped his coffee.

His chuckle was accompanied by a growl of Dirga who went straight out from there with a stomping step.

"Sir... who is that? Does he look familiar to you?" ask one of Dirga's men when they're in the car.

"Name Arman." sizzled Dirga.

"Arman.." His men squinted. Looks like he's looking for a database in his brain. "Never heard of it..."

"If Ares Manfred, have you heard of it?" Ask Dirga.

"Ares Manfred was once fired from the union. His last post was Brigadier General. If it's not wrong he's the greatest sniper in the country and the last achievement of catching a drug kingpin in Lampung, he's up against 20 people alone." said one of his men.

And then it was picked up by the other men.

"There's a rumor that the kingpin is actually himself. The background is pretty cool. His father traitorous North Korea ran to Croatia and met his mother who works in bar striptease, when he was a baby, his parents were killed with intel and he was adopted by an Indonesian couple, both grandsons of PKI members."

"His parents weren't finally in jail?"

"Punished to death, rumors... Then if not wrong, then Ares was taken care of by Baskara Beaufort..."

"That's a high level anyway. Baskara Beaufort is the Triad's master."

"Yes, many of his foster children are former gangs and are associated with syndicates from conflict countries."

Dirga only heard the talk of his men. Then he breathed.

"Sir Dirga... What does Ares Manfred have to do with Mr. Arman who does not.." his men stopped his sentence, because they realized something.

"Anu.." His lips began to tremble.

"Ares Manfred's... Ar... Man.." he stuttered.

"Oh my God." he trembled.

"Sir Dirga.." said one of the others, "We are dealing with..."

"Human half-demon." sizzled Dirga. "We are dealing with people whose abilities are above ours. So as Mr. Arman said, just follow the flow... If from this case, pretender to be a hero even loses later."

*****

Sebastian sits in the office chair of General Pol at BNN Headquarters sucking his Havana cigar and tapping on the table.

He feels bad.

Think about...

Milady.

Certainly is.

Mr. Komjen Pol was sipping his coffee while facing out the window of his room, staring at the park in front of him.

"Where's play? When's it finished?" ask Mr. Komjen Pol.

"Hm.." grunts Sebastian.

"Do you know if you want to lure rats out must put salted fish in a trap?!" sahut Komjen Pol's.

"Less salty what?"

Mr. Komjen Pol chuckled. "Saking salty so it smells bad!"

"Stay according to plan, Wan. Look out you're off the mark." threatened Sebastian.

"Lo's plan made me lose...."

"What loss are you? Lo's men get paid monthly, rather than coffee in the office mengindian my spies. I'm safe, save on bodyguard costs. Not every time I can do this..."

"Gue will have to pay overtime, how the hell lo, thought to ask for an easy budget..." Omel Pak Komjen Pol's.

"Lo has just been appointed... Loss of promotional costs dikit.." said Sebastian while moving on.

"Do you want an interrogation now? Darting you won't come back later? 25 questions loh.." taunted Mr. Komjen Pol.

"Later for an answer I can make you anemic. Just wait for the results, Hehe..." Sebastian waved his hand as it passed from there.