I'M (Not) A Spy

1. Hidden Boss

Damian Armand is a wide-eyed  man with  a  tall burly body.  The man  walked under the  scorching sun.  His simple appearance, often looked down upon by  others.  Like today,  the man sat on the sidewalk of a street to rest. 

"He! Get out of here! You  street beggar!"  talk a man.

"I'm sorry," he said.  The man was not angry  at all, even though he had been rebuked by someone. Damian just left the place.

It is not without reason that Damian looks so. He is unraveling a mystery about his company being  in chaos.  The man  was looking for the  mastermind of the  problem.

Damian walked down that sidewalk.  The scorching heat of  the sun burned  her expensively treated  smooth  skin. However, in order to unravel the mystery,  the man did not care. Damian continued walking  wearing flip-flops, as a  new identity to hide his true  identity.  There came the man  at a market.

"One hundred thousand can be three, one hundred thousand can be three!  Selected, selected, selected."  So shouted from the merchant. Not one or two people, almost all merchants peddle their wares. Damian smiled, saying  that they had tried to make ads manually.  The marketing done by  those small traders, seems effective too.

This is the first time Damian has entered the traditional market.  The muddy and disorderly  circumstances gave him  an idea. "In the next few years, I'm going to make a comfortable traditional market,"  Damian thought. He  approached a fruit vendor,  the woman was a middle-aged person  .

"Grandma, how much is it?"  Damian asked.  The man touched an  apple that looked still green and unripe.

"I   didn't  sell it because it was still raw.  If you want, you can take it," the grandmother said. Damian smiled. He shook his head, unwilling to take  the grandmother's belongings.  The  black-haired  man  with  an  undercut haircut  changed  places to other merchants.

"Madam, how much is this  apple?" Damian bid for an  apple that was  the same condition  as  the grandmother's.

"Just five thousand." Damian smiled. There are two types of people in one such market slot. People who only really trade and honest people. Damian stood tall looking at the  scorching sun.  The man  understood, that in his company there were also  two kinds of human beings.  Until accidentally,  the man closed his eyes.    Accidentally, a woman  bumps into the  grandmother's merchandise next to her.

"Au!" the  woman's squeal. Damian approached  her, as the woman  chose to stand up and almost ran back.

"Stop!" Damian prevented  the woman from running by holding  her collar.

"Let me go!"  the  woman shouted.

"No! You have already made the  old woman lose. You have to compensate  first, and then I can let you go!" From a distance, there was the screaming of a swarm of men.

"I beg you!  Let go! Let me go!" The woman  grabbed  her  palm  , begging for her release. 

"Ha ha ha where  are you going?"   asked one of  the men in  black, on his nose were white round earrings  that were some how made of.  Her hair is not  neatly arranged. In the area of his eyes blackened like a panda.  Apparently,  the man  seemed to be affixing a black  eye liner.

The woman  sharpened her gaze to Damian. "All because of you!"    the woman whispered, emphasizing the words. Damian removed his stranglehold on the  woman's collar.

"Please let me go!"  Ask the woman.

"Where are you going  ?  Listen! Your debt has already accumulated. Mr. Jupri no longer gives a grace period. You have to pay. If you don't want to, then it's easy...."  The man  was seen squirming looking at the  body of the  woman next to Damian.

  Damian understood that he felt  responsible for stopping  the  woman's footsteps  . "Wait!  How much does it owe?"  Damian asked.

"You asked?  Can it pay?  Look at you!  In fact, your face alone is miserable. You don't have a rich  history, don't be arrogant!"   the man in the   leather jacket.  The man was a little fatter than the man who spoke the first time. 

The five of them turned out to be chasing this  woman, in order to collect debts. Damian has understood the problem now.  How can violence apply? Indeed,  the woman is guilty of  not paying off the debt. Is  such coercion, however,  justified? 

"If I can afford to pay, will it let it go?"  The five of them laughed at the  question from Damian.

"Of course, but can't  afford to pay?  Ten million rupiah, along with fifteen interest as well," the man  said.

"It's blackmail.  How can it be, interest  is greater than  debt?" Damian looked unacceptable.

"Heh stranger! He  owed for ten years since his mother. His parents only paid interest during  this time.  Actually,  it's easy if he doesn't want to pay. So  Mr.Jupri's wife." Damian frowned.

"You  can still run?"  Damian asked.  Actually,  the guy could have beaten them. However, it will be a source of news until the disguise can be exposed.  So Damian chose how to run. The woman  nodded vigorously.

"Go!" Damian kicked the fruit basket so that the  fruit was scattered,  it could temporarily hinder their pace. 

"Heh! Don't run! Brazen, chase!" Damian took   the woman for a run.  They didn't deliberately join each other so as not to let go. Damian continued to take  the woman for a run. The woman, who  was now wearing a pair of jeans with  a  torn knee,  continued to follow Damian's long  footsteps.

  The man is one hundred and  eighty centimeters tall, of course, he has long legs. The woman was almost overwhelmed following his movements.  Plus, Damian loves sports.  Until they came to the intersection, they were at a loss to determine the direction.  The man pulls the female dang  to hide in one of the walls. Their breathing  was breathless, feeling almost  broken from the throat. Because  the sound of the  woman's breathing was really tight,  so Damian covered the woman's mouth  with  the palm of his left hand.

"Where are they?  Hurry up and run so much?"  The five of them also stopped with a gasp. 

"Wait!"  shouted the man in the black shirt. "  I'm not strong anymore!"  The man  complained.

"That's why diet,  your stomach  is bubbly!"  snapped man in a coolie jacket.

"We just scatter," said the man in the black vest jacket, whose nose was stretched.

Damian and  the woman finally came out of his hiding place. The woman was about to leave  Damian. "Wait!"  prevent Damian. "What? You'll  just leave ?"  Damian asked.  He was a little annoyed, after being helped, saying thank you was  also not done.

"What?" The woman  paused.

"You have ethics?  After I help,  just leave  ." Damian said a little loudly. His tone  rose.

"I didn't ask you.  But thank you. I will reply when the next meeting." Damian gaped.  It doesn't  even know what else to talk about? That woman  is really  shameless. Damian  couldn't help but snorted irritably.  Because of the  incident,  the man missed the  original purpose.