Duda But Perjaka
[Season 2] Confession

"How can someone like you be appointed Manager? Can't be a role model!" screeches with high notes.

I looked down, because I was wrong.

"Enter work at will, even today is late to 2 hours. Do you think this is a hotel owned by your ancestors?" shouted again.

Busset, I think Chaca's voice is the highest. There is something higher. Relax Gandhi don't panic. Everything's gonna be fine.

"But the important thing is I'm responsible, ma'am. Sorry in advance because a few months back, I had a family problem that I could not leave," I ventured to look up, looking into his eyes.

It's not polite to talk to people. Although degan. Not because I'm in love, but because my fate is on the edge.

"How dare you argue! Personal matters are your business, don't make cliche excuses. Everybody has problems. And again, what is this?" he slammed a document on the table.

I swallowed the saliva, mending Chaca scolded. Every sound or scream was beautiful in my ears.

"What responsibility do you mean? All messy, revenue drops drastically. Can it be called professional? I don't want to know, everything has to be perfect. There can be no mistakes or flaws!" I grabbed and flipped through the documents

I asked permission to retrieve the files I had searched with Andra and Henzi yesterday. A few minutes later, I returned with the evidence that saved me.

"I apologize in advance. But someone is manipulating the data ma'am. You can match, that in fact the income of several months has increased. Though insignificant," I obviously opened sheet by sheet of paper and showed it.

Friska researched each letter per letter. I admit he is very detailed and firm. It is only right if at his young age he is already a CEO.

I also submitted evidence of the flow of funds into a personal account. Antony, finish your story. Sorry, but you started it yourself.

Friska looked so furious, she squeezed the fake documents clenching them and threw them onto the floor.

"Suckers! How dare there be corruption," he growled at calling someone.

"Call Antony to my room right now!" his orders then hung up the phone rudely.

His breathing roared, his emotions were exploding. I dare not speak any more words. He still sees the details of every report I bring.

The atmosphere of the room became gripping, the cold began to creep through the skin. The sound of knocking on the door blew our concentration.

"Lake in!" friska.

My head turned to see someone poking out from behind the door. Antony, congratulations on reaping what you spread. I smiled faintly, until no one noticed.

"Sit down and explain this!" friska shouted throwing the files on her face. Scattered on the floor.

Antony was surprised, he picked up one by one the flying papers. His hands trembled as he read one of the papers that printed the proof of transfer to his personal account.

His sweat began to pour out, he did not dare to get up from the floor. His head was getting deeper. I'm a little bit sorry for him, but if he's not taught a lesson like this he won't be deterred.

"Why shut up, huh?" friska's wrath rested her body on the table and crossed her arms.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," said Antony stammered.

"What's? I'm sorry you said? You have violated the code of conduct of employees at this hotel! And your mistake is fatal. So sorry, Mr. Antony Wijaya starting this second you I fired!" friska's not messing around.

Antony looked up rounding his eyes, his mouth gaping in disbelief. He glanced sharply at me.

"What?" my words do not accept.

"Damn you Gandhi!" the gerutu clenched both hands.

"Eh uh, why are you turning people on? Don't waste any more time. This hotel does not need dishonest people. Quickly pack your things!" friska pointed at the door.

"Get out!" yell Friska.

Antony got up from his seat and walked out in emotional strides. I was relieved, finally done.

God, all those years I was late this day and damn it got caught. Ask for his leave, how? Where to stay a few more days.

"Why so nervous?" ask in a lower voice.

"Eee .. anu Bu Friska," said I was afraid to scratch the nape that did not itch.

"What?" said ketus.

"I want to ...." Seriously, I dare not speak.

"If there is nothing else to say please come out. And I hope this is the first and last time you're late, fix your absence. Fortunately good performance if I have not been hempasin as well," he said.

Ah looks like the timing is not right. Maybe tomorrow his mood will improve. So I delayed his permission.

"Okay, excuse me ma'am," I left the room.

I went back to my room. Andra pacing back and forth in front of her desk. "Ngapain you? Like a chicken to fight," my chirps approached Andra.

"Dihh, I'm worried about you times. How about Miss Friska? It's so bad you're Gan," Andra said, groping my cheek.

I brushed it off rudely. "Don't make me creep Ndra! I'm normal," I said, distancing the body.

"Damn it! I'm normal too. I'm just making sure this bride-to-be is still intact and smooth," always sit back.

I laughed hearing that. Andra is a daebak but my best friend. I walked back into the room and finished my work.

***

In the afternoon, the working time was up. I was in a hurry to get home. I miss my favorite girl a lot. Only a few hours did not meet.

"Ndra, first!" I shouted through Andra's desk.

Andra just waved her hand up. I stood in front of the elevator waiting for the door to open. Without seeing me enter that square room. I realized that there was someone beside me. I was about to go out again when the door was about to close.

"Eh uh! Where are you going?" ask the woman to pull the end of my shirt.

I'm just smirking. "Sorry Mom, I don't know if you're inside" I said scratching the nape that didn't itch.

"Just call Friska, it's out of business hours. Relax, you don't have to be so tense" he said.

It turns out he can be gentle too. It even feels weird. We kept quiet until we got out to our cars. I just feel bad, anyway. If he was, he might have been quiet.

I immediately drove my car home. A few minutes later, I arrived. And immediately ran to find Chaca. Tumben had no news all day.

"Darling," call me to look for her whereabouts.

"Gandhi, are you home?" ask Mama who has also arrived home.

I nodded towards Mama, kissing both her cheeks on the back of her hand. Then he told me that Chaca was on the back porch. I rushed to him.

"Sa ...." I heard him talking to someone. So I called him again.

I stood behind him. Chaca was sitting with Bryan.

"You think I'm like my own brother Bry. I'll be married soon. Just a few more days. So I beg you, forget about me" Chaca said seriously.

"Where can you avoid that Cha? You are the one I have loved since childhood. I've never been in contact with any woman. Because my heart has been patented in your name" Bryan said.

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