The Married With Stranger
Misunderstood

Jakarta, Indonesia.

Dennis moves towards one of the company buildings located in the capital to meet Aryan and ask for help. Along with the sound of ticks from the car's turnlights, he slowly saw the building appear. He hopes that this problem will be resolved soon and can return to New York.

As soon as he arrived, Dennis got into a company where Zach's associates worked. He slowly approached the receptionist located in the lobby, not far from the entrance.

The woman standing behind the reception desk stared intensely at the figure before her. "Good afternoon! What can we help you with, sir?" tanyakanya.

"Can I meet Mr. Aryan?"

Hearing Dennis speaking in a foreign language, the woman smiled and sighed calmly. Although his ability is not too fluent, at least he understands and can explain a little using the international language.

"Excuse. What's your name, sir?"

"Dennis."

"Just a moment, sir. I'll call Mr. Aryan."

Dennis nodded. Putting his left hand in his pants pocket, he looked around the building with a judging look. Simple, but still elegant. The value of the man and turned to look at the woman before him who was pressing some numbers on the phone.

"Hello, Sir! Sorry, someone is looking for Mr. Aryan," said the receptionist when the phone was connected.

"Who?"

"Name's Dennis, sir."

"Send him into my room" said Aryan, who was taken by reception.

"Good, sir."

As soon as he finished sticking the phone handle in its original place, the receptionist's gaze was fixed on the figure behind Dennis. He also showed a sign of respect.

"Good day, Mr. Rud!" greet the receptionist later.

Although he did not understand what the woman before him said, but when he heard the name of a known person called, Dennis spontaneously turned his head back and found Rud Dinata, who was a young man, the former Manager of the company and Rianti's personal bodyguard.

"What are you doing here, Rud?"

"Dennis?" rud and Dennis said simultaneously.

Dennis and Rud laughed for a moment, then did a fist bump— a man-style page by clenching his hands and touching into the hands of a friend who was also clenched— slowly. They ignored the receptionist who looked at the two in admiration.

"What are you doing here?" dennis asked using his native language shortly after being silent for a few seconds.

"Did you forget? This is my home country."

"I knew. I mean, aren't you in America?"

Rud shrugged. "Wherever the boss goes, that's where I am. 

"Mr Alex is here?"

Rud nodded. "Yes." Yeah."

Looks like I can ask Mr. Alex for help too.

"Why indeed?" continued Rud.

"Later you'll know for yourself" replied Dennis.

"All right."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Rud, Mr. Aryan is waiting in his room" said the receptionist again who seized the attention of Dennis and Rud.

Rud looked at Dennis, then said, "Come, I'll take you to meet Aryan."

Dennis nodded. "All right."

Dennis followed Rud. Along the corridor leading to Aryan's room, a few employees who passed by looked at Rud respectfully. He was curious about the reason for the man before him for switching professions from manager to personal bodyguard. However, he was reluctant to ask because the problem this time was more important.

Before long, they arrived at the front door of a room with a sign indicating that the room belonged to the manager, Aryan.

Rud knocked until a voice sounded from within. He pushed a knob and pushed the door. Once open, the figure of a man who was staring at the computer screen intensely.

"Die, Mr. Aryan!"

"Come in, Dennis," Aryan replied without turning his gaze so as not to realize if there was only Dennis there.

Dennis stepped into the room and approached Aryan's desk, but the man did not stare at him as he was busy typing something while occasionally staring at the monitor.

"Take a sit." Dennis nodded and sat down. "So, what do you need from me?" aryan.

Dennis told me about his arrival in detail. He also explained a little about the strategy that had been prepared last night when he finished hacking the location. He smiled as he got a kind response from the man before him. He was more and more convinced that the person would be easy to find.

Aryan pressed the enter button and closed the laptop. He turned his gaze from the square object towards the guest who had made an appointment with him a few hours ago. He gasped a little when he saw a familiar figure sitting next to Dennis.

"Well, are you here, Rud?" aryan asked Rud, ignoring Dennis who was trying to digest what was said.

Rud nodded. "Yes. It just so happens that my boss has business here."

"It could be, but I have to ask permission first."

"Yes already. Mending you go ask permission first, then you follow Dennis." Aryan looked at Dennis. "Would you like to go with my driver, Dennis?" continued.

Dennis nodded. "Yes, sure."

"elright. Do you need anything else?"

"That's enough. I'll go now, thank you." Dennis stood up and thrust a hand to shake with Aryan.

Aryan smiled and shook Dennis' hand. "My pleasure."

Afterwards, Dennis and Rud walked out of Aryan's room, leaving the owner to resume work. They walk while talking, discussing sensitive matters for men or women who do not have a partner.

After passing through the building exit. Rud paused and upheld the saliva with great difficulty when he saw the figure of the female who had just gotten off the car. He did not expect to see her again today.

"Mas Rud?"

Hearing that, Rud cleared his throat and looked at Dennis. "I need to go. Catch you later, Dennis."

"See ya."

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Dennis took off the glasses used to block out the sunlight. He looked at the man who was wriggling his body while staring at the phone screen. Calmly, he got out of the car. Do not forget to thank the driver who had brought him to the house of one of the influential people in Indonesia, Frans Wijaya. He walked towards the man slowly so as not to disturb.

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Young mother

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Along with the song played, the original Javanese man named Ismed began to move his body, trying to follow the style of the video watched, but what happened was different. He arched his body to the side with widened legs and curved hands with a smile.

Ismed took a long breath. "Opo iki video? It's hard to ask for mercy" said Ismed.

Dennis stopped stepping and looked at Ismed who looked annoyed. He smiled for a moment and greeted the man dressed in white. "Hi! Excuse me."

Ismed looked up and frowned. "Ono opo?"

"Is this Mr. Frans Wijaya's house?" ask Dennis.

Ismed was gaping at the question Dennis asked. He scratched the back of his head and darted around to look for anyone who could help him. He really did not understand what Dennis said, because only Javanese and Indonesian languages can be understood.

Dennis waved in front of Ismed's face. "Hey! Do you hear me?"

"Yes ... no, Mister." Ismed turned his face away from Dennis. "Duh! Piye iki's? I know what Mister Bule said, "he muttered later.

"What do you mean? Yes or no?"

"I don't know what you're saying, Mister. I just know yes the same no. Piye anyway?"

It seems he asked me to ask.

"Can you show me the way to Mr. Frans's house?"

Ismed frowned while putting his index finger on his chin, as if he was thinking hard. "Mister Bule wants to buy HP Xi*omi?"

Dennis speechless. He can only understand one word, it also stands for mobile phone. He could not understand what Ismed was saying. Moreover, he is only fluent in English and Spanish.

"Handphones? No, I want you to show me the way to meet Mr. Frans" repeated Dennis in the hope that Ismed could understand and immediately show the way to meet Frans Wijaya.

"Oah. Mister want to eat siomay? If it's mah, it's not here, Mister." Ismed kept the phone that had been clasped into his pants pocket and put his hand forward. "Mister wait here, yeah! I'll take the bike first."

Ismed left Dennis standing in confusion. He went inside to pick up the bike and asked for permission to drive Dennis to buy siomay. Not long after, Ismed reappeared while honking repeatedly.

Dennis frowned at the sight of Ismed who was already sitting with a big smile on a two-wheeled vehicle.

"What are you gonna do?" dennis asked still with a frown.

"Good, Mister! We go find a siomay seller outside."

Despite not understanding what Ismed said, Dennis chose to ride on the bike because he thought that the man would take him to meet with Frans Wijaya.

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Please check the story below to read the story of Mr. Aryan, Mas Rud, and Ismed.