GENK DUDA ACUTE
105. Mystery of Leave

Arisan mothers turned out to be going very smoothly. Five women were sitting in the park and were seen talking seriously from a distance. Sometimes their conversation is interspersed with laughter and whispering while giggling.

Jennifer is leading a small meeting. Novi prepared next to him with a tablet to take notes. They all have plans and goals for the once-a-month get-together.

The Arisan doesn't charge anything. They plan to raise some money that they will use to host children in orphanages.

Each month, they donate to a different place. Then, another suggestion says that they can also make rice packages with delicious side dishes that can be distributed to street vendors and people who are making a living on the streets.

All the women agreed. That their get-together should have something meaningful.

From a distance, Dean bows his head from behind the porch door. The women have moved into the pool. Winarsih was sitting by the pool with her feet extended into the water.

“It turns out I'm at home too, yes, chat almost two hours.” Dean glanced at the big clock near the television.

“The name is female, De! They need the means to channel their hobbies of speaking. Do not lo doang who want to talk,” said Sky.

“But one more hour is not stretched, like I gave up this baby carrier.” Dean looked down at Handaru who had woken up and cried. The baby was handed over by the babysitter to her father.

Rio was rubbing his sweaty youngest son's forehead as he had just finished jumping around in the small trampoline. Dirja ran to his father with the same sweat.

“Pak, Can I remove toys from the room? The same bosen here,” said Dirja, pulling Dean's shirt.

“Bby, Son. Everything out is okay. The important anteng, yes,” said Dean.

Before long, Dita followed her older brother. “Pak, Ma'am can too, right? Want to grab Barbie,” said Dita.

“Iya, can. Ask for help with Mas. Don't run-lar—” Dean didn't get to finish his words. Dita had already run after her older brother up the stairs. A babysitter came running behind the little boy to watch his steps on the stairs.

“Basan and subordinates compact, yes. I'm envious,” Rio said, smilingly looking at Ryan and Dean alternately. Ryan was also busy shaking his body with a regular rhythm to put his baby who had just suckled a bottle to sleep.

“Kalo lo tired, here replace amu I.” Toni offers her help to Dean.

“Serious?” ask Dean. “Couldn't have carried it? My son don't lo be a training ingredient,” Dean said again.

“Can, dong. That's instinct,” said Toni, extending her hand. Dean slowly moves Handaru into Toni's hand.

“Lo bedua already kayak posyandu mothers,” tuk Langit laugh.

“Diem, lo! I want to sit down.” Dean threw himself on the couch. “Yes, geez. It turns out tired also carrying a baby for two hours. That's the mothers, really, on hold the child's hold for hours. I've been pegel for a moment,” complained Dean.

“The mothers carry their children not using energy. But, take heart. They will hold their own children for hours. Different if carrying someone else's child,” replied Ryan without turning his head. She was still observing the face of her baby who was sleeping.

“One more time, her granddaughter's grandmother also held up very hard. My in-laws used to be, can hold a sling Zurra or Kalla every fussy do not want to sleep. Its strength is not from energy,” added Sky.

“Kalo was forced to be, anyway. Like the second kid first. Dita it's hardest to sleep malem. It was even before morning. I'm the new lahiran. So, I'm the one carrying every mallem. Two months of that. Thanks to Dita, I finished eight book titles.” Dean laughed from the sofa.

“Yes, that should be. Don't make it last for hours. Carry the result should also be able to,” timpal Toni.

“Cieee .. Mr. Toni who is ready to be born inward for carrying a baby for hours,” joked Dean. “Lo make it how many hours Ton?” ask Dean.

“Not how many hours, but what is the style.” Toni held back her laughter because she realized she was holding Handaru. “The main carrying style. Style weakness lo, De,” Toni continued with a stifled laugh.

“Diem, lo,” murmur Dean.

“So, Musdalifah and Santoso are likely to go together, yes?” Rio's circulating his gaze.

“Can be. Santoso is begging for rest? Ngunjungin home of his parents the Mus?” The sky spread its gaze to look at his friends.

“Or marry in the village? The reason why not take neuropox? Without causing a frenzy?” added Dean.

“Hyellow-pistles lo?” ask the heavens to Dean.

“Eh, anj—” Dean speechless. Widi came to her father with a face that was back bent. “This why again?” dean asked, lifting Widi into his lap.

“Barbie—Mbak,” says Widi.

“Pantes every I chat balesnya can be two hours later,” Sky.

“Kalo is just an incoming message, I can not rush to squirm. I was expecting a message from out of who. On the phone, I can lift it directly. I have to play with the kids. I said, my son a lot. Don't let me forget anyone's name.” Dean was still holding Widi who wrapped her arms around her. Dean rubbed Widi's back which seemed to be fussy because of sleepiness.

“Do not want the date and time of birth of your child, De! Something must have forgotten. The clock is inget, but the minutes are forgotten,” todong Rio.

“Lo make no mistake. Winarsih before going to bed is often the date of birth and the time of birth of one of my children. Udah feels at the beginning of the password every want to feel good. I memorize every minute and every second,” said Dean proudly.

The incision of that day produced the faces of the dead mothers and the faces of the exhausted fathers. In the afternoon, all the little children were asleep in the arms of their parents.

The sky is seen holding Zurra, and Jingga holding Kalla. Rio was holding Giovani, Jennifer was holding Laurensia and Tiffany on his left. While Toni, memapah Wulan down the terrace stairs with super caution.

Three days of work without Santoso, Dean starts to look cranky. He felt betrayed, because Santoso, who was usually open with him, now rarely spoke. Especially since knowing that his subordinates took leave without his consent first. Dean guessed for sure Santoso managed to give a short lecture of sweet mouth on staffing.

“Gue did not expect Santoso to betray us all,” Dean said one morning to Ryan.

“All of us? I don't, tuh. What do you think of Santoso? Maybe now he's doing some fun in his village,” Ryan said. He fully understood that Dean did not feel betrayed in trust. His boss just doesn't like to miss the news.

“Gue will run silent action if Santoso enters work next week. Uh, not directly. I just wait for him to have a story or not. My whole,” murmured Dean.

Ryan just took a breath. It was just Santoso who was an ordinary employee. But Dean can be so possessive. So Ryan is not surprised that his boss' wife is difficult to move everywhere.

“Luck Bu Win understanding,” murmured Ryan unconsciously.

“What? What, so to Bu Win? What's connection?” dean asked, glancing at his secretary.

“There, deh.” Ryan got up from the chair when Dean had finished signing all the papers he had brought.

The next week came. Santoso entered work with a very cheerful face. The man often hummed with an expression other than usual.

Before, let alone hum and smile kindly. In any case, Santoso looks very serious. Even when the guy was joking.

“Meetingnya now. At three I'm coming back. Handaru has an immunization schedule,” Dean said by phone to his secretary. He then got up to the sofa while carrying his tablet.

Ten minutes later, three young lawyers knocked on the door and entered the room. Then, followed by Santoso and Ryan who came together.

“Oke, who holds the case of a land broker?” Dean looked at three young lawyers who had only been in Danawira’s Law Firm for the past year.

One of them raised his hand, “I, Mr. De.”

“It's fraud. Article 378 KUHP, right? Fall to crime, yes. The biggest threat is four years in prison. Don't let the land broker get away. Kasian. Pay expensive turns dapet dapet fake land letter,” murmured Dean, down on the tablet he was holding.

“Next, trade law case. Mmm ... brand dispute between IPEA Sweden and IPEA Indonesia. It's a pretty heavy case. IPEA Indonesia has been registered with the Director General of IPR. This case who holds?” tanya Dean looked up.

Santoso raised his right hand, and Dean's eyes immediately blinked. The hand of Santoso looks different. Dean tried to realize what was different about Santoso's hand. In the past few days he had forgotten about his plan to snack from Santoso.

“It looks like something's different. What, yes ...” Dean scratched his chin.

“This case I will handle differently, Sir.” Santoso pointed at the paper with his right hand.

Dean looked at Santoso's hand, then his eyes widened. “Lo jari! Why lo's finger?” ask Dean.

“Why?” tanya Santoso looked at the fingers of her right hand.

“The ring! Are you married? That's a wedding ring, right?” Dean pointed at the ring on Santoso's ring finger that had dazzled his eyes since earlier. “Traitor,” whispered Dean with a face ashen.

To Be Continued

Oh, ja. For those who do not know, Genk Duda Akut is a spin off of the novel LOVE WINARSIH. For those who want to follow the love story of Mr. Dean and Bu Winar, can peek there, yes .... :*

This novel will be finished some more. Thank you for filling juskelapa together with Genk Duda Akut all this time.