GENK DUDA ACUTE
106. Towards the Session

Dean's phone has been vibrating on the nightstand ever since. Winarsih was reading her book and started to get distracted because her husband ignored the phone call.

Dean lay face down, hiding his face with one hand wrapped around his wife's outstretched thigh.

“Answored, Mas. The baby will wake up. I can just relax. Later Mas is fat if Handaru wakes up,” said Winarsih, took the phone from the nightstand and put it on Dean's back.

“Definitely from Santoso,” guess Dean. “I males. Again crabbing with him,” said Dean flinching.

“What's really why? The same time the officers themselves scolded. I was like Widi aja,” Winarsih.

A little Winarsih did associate the nature of her third number child with the husband. Likes to grumble and sulk in search of attention. Increasingly, Widi's nature is like imitating Dean. No wonder, the little girl most often whines with her father.

“Truly, right? From Santoso?” ask Dean again.

Winarsih glanced at the phone over Dean's back. “Iya, from Santoso. Answered aja. Who knows it is important about work,” said Winarsih.

“She can call Ryan. And Ryan can call me if it really matters,” Dean said lazily.

“What's the matter, anyway? Looking for Santoso? Kayak aja small children,” sumpul Winarsih.

“Biarina. This isn't about a little boy. I feel betrayed,” Dean continued.

“For him? Santoso why?” tanya Winarsih did not understand.

“Santoso is married. But I asked him not yet. That's still my assumptions. Very artist. Pake the stealth show. If I knew, would they be flanked? It should have a superior attention. Anyway I feel betrayed. All this time I support Santoso and Musdalifah is 100%. I helped Santoso so I could get the Mus. The turn is so, I don't know. I'd like to calm down a few days.” Dean rubbed his wife's thighs and fell asleep. He really doesn't ignore Santoso's phone calls.

Two days later, Santoso was exploring a new relationship with Dean. His fussy superior, suddenly turned into a cold male figure. If asked, the man's answer is only’ham-hem’ only. Santoso. He felt so wrong. On the one hand, he did promise Musdalifah to keep it a secret until the time they felt was right. However, on the other hand, he did not feel good to work with a narrow-eyed man who threw a hostile look at him.

“Ton, I think we need to make a trial for Santoso and Musdalifah. Why, anyway, should good things be hidden?” dean asked Toni one afternoon at Beer Garden.

“What session? Let's say, so?” ask Toni.

Dean nodded. “Indeed, Wulan's pregnancy has been in how many months, anyway? Are you really waiting for your child to be born? Ih, I'm curious. Bummer,” Dean's murmur.

“Log in the eighth month,” Toni said.

“Lo kayak mother hen loses eggs, De! Noisy!” sky Words.

“Lo won't be able to feel my feelings. Not going to be able to,” muttered Dean, sipping his drink with a half-dreaming look.

“Yes, already, make a trial for Santoso and Mus. In your office, De. How, Ton?” ask Rio. “What do you want if you already know about Santoso and Musdalifah?” relationship rio asked looking at Dean.

“Gue is ready for something. Old plan. Bonus from me. But, Santoso is now bummering. My males,” said Dean back pouting. A straw was still in his mouth. He sat up and pulled his chin back and sucked his drink.

“Ryan where, De?” ask Toni.

“Ne-know. I'm not nyokapnya,” said Dean.

“Sini very now,” said Rio.

“He was disappointed with his subordinates,” Sky whispered to Rio while chuckling.

“Gue also wants to give something to Musdalifah. As a thank you, because he has been faithful all this time. Don't you, what do I want?” Tony poked Dean's arm in front of him. Normally, Dean would always be excited to know something. But that time, Dean just shook his head.

“Tumben really Mr. Dean do not want kepo,” Sky Syndicate.

“Ayo—ayo, we call Santoso and Musdalifah to face us all. This time we consider it not about the relationship between superiors and subordinates. But about our friendship relationship everything. All this time we've been together. Maybe behind Dean's careless attitude, he's not entirely wrong,” said Rio.

“Oke—oke, tomorrow we meet in Dean's office at—” Rio turn the clock on his wrist. “Three o'clock in the afternoon, tomorrow at Dean's office, yes. I'll contact Santoso and Musdalifah.” Rio patted Dean's shoulder. He plans to call Santoso at night.

And at night ....

“Mus, Mas Rio called me just now. He asked me to come to the Danawira’s Law Firm's office tomorrow at three in the afternoon. Straight to his superior room. I guess it's still my office, yeah. I feel like I was told to go to a different office. His superior's room? Why didn't the call Mas Ryan? I don't feel good.” Santoso sat on the sofa and stared at his phone.

“Danawira's leader, how? Still on strike? Or is there progress?” asked Musdalifah, sitting next to Santoso.

“He is now turning into a cold man. Not chatty. Although still handsome and I admire, but he kind of lost his other charm. Yeah, bring it up.” Santoso stared at his phone.

It's no secret that Santoso has admired Dean so much since he first set foot in the Danawira’s Law Firm. For Santoso who made Dean as a role model, coldly addressed by his role model, it feels very disturbing.

“I want to know how long Danawira's boss can be a cold man kayaking in novels,” Musdalifah cetus.

“But, now Mr. Dean is really cold. Rarely talk,” says Santoso.

“Rarely talk to Mas Santoso. The others would still be the same. Turning an ordinary cherry into a quiet person is impossible. I don't believe it. Behind Mas Santoso, Mr. Dean must still be noisy.”

“I became heavy if told to last longer,” said Santoso.

“Padal not long ago. Is it enough to get here?” musdalifah asked, staring intently at Santoso next to him.

Santoso opened his mouth. “Mus ... How about we—”

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The sound of Musdalifah's phone sitting on the table shocked the two.

Musdalifah picked up her phone and looked at the name on the screen. “Mas Rio too. What do you want about?” whispered Musdalifah, although the phone has not been answered. He whispered as if Rio could hear their conversation.

“Yes, Mas Rio?” The musdalifah asked carefully. For a while Musdalifah was silent to Rio's words. Then, a minute later Musdalifah nodded with a resigned face. “Good, Mas ... at three, right? Baik—baik,” Musdalifah said.

“What's up, anyway? This must have been the lead of Danawira’s. Who else is the best at taking advantage of situations and opportunities other than the office owner? My feeling was immediately bad,” said Musdalifah.

“I told you. Hiding something from Mr. Dean is hard. I told you, mending us—”

“Tomorrow we come to his office. I wonder why the office leader is so noisy to know,” said Musdalifah.

“You can't do that. Mr. De is not noisy. He's that's good. I idolized him. You are why, really, anti-busty same him.” Santoso looked at Musdalifah.

“I am not anti. I just get it, all his words seem intimidating. If you squirm, feel like skinning. I'm goosebumps. Though the boss of Mas, just sit down. But, somehow .. I don't know. I was worried,” said Musdalifah.

After skipping a long debate until almost past midnight, Santoso and Musdalifah finally decided to leave together to Danawira’s. Santoso is like a student who is in suspension. His face was tense as he walked down the hallway to the corner room containing a tall, narrow-eyed man who raised eyebrows when talking to men, but whose hobby was wetting his lips when talking to women.

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Santoso knocked on the door three times, waiting for an answer to be heard from within.

“Log in,” says Dean from the inside.

Instantly, Musdalifah immediately glanced at his goosebumps of arms. “Tuh, loam. I go straight for the creeps. Though just heard his voice,” whispered Musdalifah.

“Kalo is not sure of your answer, do not look into his eyes.” Santoso clasped Musdalifah's hand and nodded steadily.

To Be Continued