CEO Rescue Me!
CHAPTER 43 – LEON & THE RITZ
Leon repeatedly exhaled loudly before getting out of his car, no, not his car but his car-in-law, because his cars were in Singapore.
Closing the door to his silver Mercedes sedan, which was bullet proof, made him feel like a secret agent. She smiled little imagining it. Get out the door and say Basmalah. Tidying up his suit then glanced towards the White Grandmax parked by the side of the road not far from his car standing. The driver is enjoying the still steaming fry. Leon swallowed his saliva. Iri see the hot bales.
He stepped his feet steadily and looked unconcerned with his surroundings, a hallmark of a bule. His lips pursed when he saw the door handle The Ritz shaped Medusa head that exactly with the logo Gianni Versace. His face smiled when he saw a reception girl in a short uniform greeting him.
“Welcome to The Ritz Boutique & Salon_ Welcome to The Ritz Salon and Boutique_. Good morning_Good morning_. What can we do for you, Sir_What can we help you, Mr_?”
“Bonjour Mademoiselle_Hello Nona_," Leon replied the girl's greeting with a typical French greeting.
“Do you speak language_Can speak (Indonesia)_?”
“Yes, I can do a little,” Leon uses his French dialect and rhythm.
The girl smiled then nodded, “Have made an appointment?”
“Owh sorry, I came straight here. Do I have to make an appointment first? I want to tidy up my hair a little,” Leon demonstrate the word a little by bringing the index finger closer to his thumb.
The girl snuggles kindly, “Sure, it's okay Sir. With whom do you want her hair straightened, Mister?”
Leon looked at the girl with a clueless look, “Pardon me_Sorry_?”
The girl seemed to be trying to remember her English conversation practice. Then smile at Leon, "With whom do you want to get your hair done, Sir_ With whom do you want her hair done, Mr_?”
“Owh I See_Oh I understand_..” Leon nodded, “I just had my first visit to this place. I don't know any hair dressers here.”
“Alright, I will check who is currently empty yes.”
“OK.”
“Please sit down first, Mr.”
Leon chose to sit near a large jar containing hortensia flowers similar to the original. His eyes swept across the room to judge. Then look towards the sound of the shoe. The girl came back with a friendly smile.
“Please follow me, Sir,” The girl guides the way in front of her.
Leon entered the room filled with glass shelves with floodlights containing women's bags with world designer logos, purses and tie clasps on a glass display case, a man's belt on a glass drawer, and, neatly rolled with buckles laid on the front.
“Very interesting_Very interesting_,” Leon said as he walked inside.
The girl nodded, “Please You can browse our collection after your hair is done tidying up, Mr.”
Leon sat facing the mirror. There were several tables with glass lined up on Leon's right and left. A young man with a head wrapped in special silicone for hair coloring highlights sits next to Leon, looking at Leon for a moment nonchalantly then his eyes are busy looking at his play screen, engrossed in playing Candy Crush Saga. By the Kapster officer, his hair was removed from the holes in the silicone wrapper and then smeared with cream.
“Is that hurt_Sickness_?” leon asked the young man. The young man was flabbergasted, confused as to what to answer.
“N...no..” the Youth replied with a shy smile.
Leon pointed to the young man's device, “What level are you_What level_?”
The young man was confused.
“Candy Crush Saga, what level are you?”
“Oh, one hundred and six two.”
“Pardon me?”
“Duh, Tea,” the Youth said to the kapster who was giving color cream to his hair, “Basa englandna one hundred sixty two naon tea?”
“Tingalikeun weh A, HPna_Consider HPnya, A_. Pan aya level lepel na tah_Kan no level_.”
Leon smiled as the young man showed his screen, “Owh, a hundred and sixy two_Oh, one hundred sixty two_.”
“Where you from, mister?”
Leon smiled broadly at the glass of English grammar spoken by the young man.
“I’m from France_me from France_,” Leon added, “France.”
“Can speak Indonesia?” ask the young man again.
“Oui_Ya_'s chat. But a little.”
A gentleman was wearing a protective cloth that wrapped Leon's body. Leon held up his seat.
“Stretch just a little, yes,” says Leon.
The man smiled at Leon while pairing a brace on the back of the cloth, “Ih Mister Bule is handsome very siiiy. Guemes eyke's.”
Leon clenched his hand. He just remembered, the camera pen in his suit pocket was covered with cloth.
“Can be quickly completed?”
Leon nodded.
The young man next to him spoke again to the officer who gave the color cream, “Teh Rita tumben today wearing a trouser shirt and long sleeves. You usually wear a mini skirt like a ballerina. Beautiful, fresh and sexy.” Looks like the young man's regulars of the salon are seen with their familiar chatter.
Kapster salon chuckles, “Naksir A? Seeur da nu has a crush on mom. Da geulis pisan mother tea._Many people have a crush on Mom. Because the mother is very beautiful_”
The young man chuckled, “Resep weh ningalina_Seneng just saw it_. Beautiful view.”
“Mun salakina uih mah always long-length bajuna_If her husband comes home, she always wears a long shirt_.”
“Kunaon_Why_? Salakina ustat_ _?”
The salaon attendant and the gurgling man who was cutting Leon's hair chuckled.
“Yes Allah..pain skin beuteung yeuh salaki the mother called ustat_Sick stomach skin nih gegara husband the mother is suspected ustad_,” guy gurgles flirtatious, flirtatious, “Yey mah sok ngabodor wae_You like to laugh aja_!”
“Kunaon atuh_Why dong_?”
“Eta..make nu paranjang tea for cover up used sabetan_It..use a long-length for cover up used sabetan_,” kapster salon whisper, and, “Si Ibu mun maen and salakina sok disabetan wae_Si Ibu when playing with her husband always disabeti_. Horrified to grieve sorana ge_Ngeri heard his voice_. Although the room is soundproof, but the sound is still buzzing on the stairs. But the mother recipes, ceunah_But the mother is happy she said diabeti_.”
The young man grimaced his face, “Ih, geulis-geulis tea kitu.”
“Isssh, tos ah. Ngomongkeun deui's. Danger,” young man suddenly voiced a normal man. His face was seriously staring at the bowed capster, “The luck next to you is me. Try someone else. You can report to Mom. Fortunately I again handle Caucasians who can only talk a little about Indonesia.”
Inside the protective cloth of the haircut, Leon pinched his own arm. Survive not to participate in the Sundanese talk earlier. His jaw was ringing, he took out his gawai from the confinement of the protective cloth. There's Hans' name there. Leon pursed his lips.
“Assalamu’alaikum, yes?...Yes I’m still not yet done with my hair. Yes sure, I’ll do my best. OK, see you soon.”
Everyone looked at Leon now. Leon felt strange.
“What's up?” ask him the gemulai man behind him.
“Mister muslim?”
“Iya, why? Can't?”
“Waaah. We rarely see Muslim Caucasians, Mister.”
“Ah, I guess what's up.” Leon looks relieved, “Are you finish yet_It's finished yet_?”
Meanwhile upstairs, Ferdi Gunaldi was sipping his first coffee while observing CCTV. He laughed at his failed wife's act of seducing the handsome young man in his study. On the glass screen appeared his wife grumbling to finish her work to be handed over to the production team. Ferdi almost spilled his coffee when suddenly on a glass screen his wife looked intently at the CCTV, as if she knew he was laughing at her. Ferdi was getting louder.
His shoulder was firmly blocked from the back. Ferdi. Rita looked at him furiously. Ferdi chuckles.
“The young man is like not interested in you at all. Even he tends to fear you,” Ferdi still chuckles at the annoyed face of his wife, “Salah strategy. You're too aggressive for that young man, dear Rita.”
Before his wife got angry, Ferdi pointed at the salon's CCTV screen, “That, look bule it.”
“Why?”
“He's not as young as the young man. But he's handsome and classy. Want to play with bule?”
Rita chuckles flirtatiously. He took over the seat in front of the CCTV screen. Zoom in the face of the bule that her husband meant.
“Hmmmm..” guman Rita assess face si bule.
“Tawari him with your online private service. Also my nightlife. He's our gold field. Later that night there is a diamond exhibition at Mall XX. You wanna go there? I bought you a diamond bracelet, how?”
“This bribe?”
“This is a fee for a wonderful night last night and also a bribe to be my sales promotion girl against the bule earlier. How?”
Rita chuckles happily, “Deal_Agree_.”
In the salon room, the gleaming man looks lithe cleaning the haircuts attached to Leon's face and nape. Leon felt uneasy.
“OK, enough,” says Leon while standing.
The gurgling man pouted at Leon.
“Your work result is neat. I like,” Leon praised.
The gleaming man looked pleased. She smiled sweetly at Leon.
“Let's come back here again huh Mister. Remember that here ask to be handled by Martin aka Martina.”
Leon nodded with a wide smile, “Hatur nohun_Thank you_.”
“Eh, Mister can I base Sunda?”
Leon's nape and palms were cold. His illness recurred.