Not I'm Taking Him

Not I'm Taking Him
Ex-ex


After the police exit the hotel restaurant. Assistant Dika headed for his boss's desk back.


"What's his name and what info do you get.


directly asked. His assistant was not seated.


"Name in his uniform Thunder Boss. I didn't get any more info, because I talked to the others.


He didn't answer my question so much". Said Dika's assistant while looking at their client.


While Dika clients also showed indifferent faces.not interested in their conversation.


He held his phone as if he was busy replying to messages. But he listened carefully.


"Gun, the man who met you at the table was looking for information about you and your wife.


He's your wife's former boss's assistant.


Careful. They kind of planned something for you".


He was sending a message to Thunder.


Yep. Dika's client was an acquaintance of Guntur. More precisely it was still Thunder's distant cousin, who worked in Thunder's grandfather's company on his mother's side.


And Thunder who was working had not retaliated. Because it is on duty and also shrink the tone of the phone notification.


The distant cousin did not want Thunder to retaliate immediately, he just told him first.


For Thunder to standby.


While Dika and his assistant were still busy discussing about Thunder.


"Whatever you know, his name alone knows.


If names could read in his uniform". Said Dika annoyed.


"Sorry boss. I was talking to the others, was stale so it was not noticeable and also not like finding out.


Also bu Gita's husband doesn't seem to like being stale. Because he doesn't respond as much as I speak". Answer the assistant slowly.


He always looked at their clients who were still sitting one table with them.


He understood the direction of his assistant's eyes.


"I told Mr. Bian that the police are the husband of our former employee. And also the future wife that I will apply for.


But first married by that cop". Obviously Dika.


The assistant nodded in understanding. His boss told me first.


Though he was a little uncomfortable talking about the wife of someone close to others. Especially their clients.


The client is afraid to think that no-one is about his boss. Can also be a pebinor. Although the woman was his girlfriend first.


But seeing a client who did not respond so much to their conversation, made the assistant not anxious.


"What did you ask Gita's husband?". Ask Dika.


"Oos.. Ask why Ms. Gita resigned. She said that Ms. Gita wanted to focus on taking care of their household. That'sthat's all". Obviously the assistant.


"That sucks you. Cannot be relied on". Said Dika annoyed.


Because the info he heard made him not accept. Gita will take care of the household and her husband.


The assistant was silent. Because his boss had an upset face. Moreover, their client Mr. Bian is still there.


Bian, Dika's client just eluded him to see the attitude of Dika who he felt was very selfish. Outside realm.


After finishing lunch, then Dika and his client bian finish their meeting. To return to their respective companies.


In the lobby is still guarded by police because the minister's entourage is also preparing to come out.


then all the other guests went through the side door to get out. In order not to disturb the group of ministers who are out as well.


Motirs and police cars were lined up to the exit of the hotel courtyard.


Some of the police are still not in the car.


"Thunder?!. Why is Indri talking to the police?". Said Dika.


Yep.


Dika saw Indri was talking to Thunder. Gita's Husband. They stood near a tree beside a patrol car that would escort the entourage.


Indri begged Thunder, cupping both hands in his chest. Thunder seemed to shake his hand.


"There are materials to break up their households.


Just getting married has dared to cheat.


Especially with Indri who has been dumped by her husband". Said Dika.


He took a few pictures of it. To be sent to Gita, in the hope that Gita is angry, and ask for a divorce from her husband.


Dika easily pulls Gita back.


"Dear listen first, we have to talk". Indri was heard calling.


But Thunder instead entered the car he was about to drive. Escorting the ministerial troupe.


The other Thunder buddies just shook their heads, seeing their co-worker's ex-wife desperately reunite after she was divorced due to an embarrassing scandal.


Especially for a husband who is a police officer.


Thunder Friend patted Thunder on the shoulder as he was about to enter the car.


And all passed from the front of the hotel, as well as all the convoys of ministers and entourage.


Dika saw Indri who was in the park near the security guard post. Not far from the loby beside the hotel, where Dika and his assistant were standing.


They saw a car drive passing out of the hotel courtyard.


Dika immediately called Indri, after all the cars left and the front of the hotel was empty.


"Indri". Call Dika.


Indri still looks tangent to let go of the group looking at someone who called him.


And Dika raised his hand for Indri to come closer. With a little running Indri towards Dika.


Along with the arrival of Indri on the side of the loby, Dika's car driven by his assistant arrived.


Because just then when they came out, the asusten took the car in the hotel basemant.


"Come on, come on in!". Said Dika.


He opened the back door for Indri. And you're escorting in the back seat.


"Why is there Indri boss?!". Ask the assistant in wonder.


Why did the boss bring a woman he said he didn't want to meet. Because Indri claimed to be an accomplice of the city. And must be being targeted by the police.


"What is your relationship with the Thunder cop?". Ask Dika.


Without answering his assistant's questions.


And the assistant looked at the two of them from the glass in front of him.


He was surprised, hearing his boss's question. Indri's Relationship with Thunder.


'What the hell is it. Is there anything he doesn't know'. Pikur the assistant.


"Thunder is my ex-husband ...".


"What's?".


Dika and the assistant were shocked to hear Indri's confession. Who said her husband's thunder.


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