GENK DUDA ACUTE
107. Exposure Reason

Four men in a corner office. After lunch at the ground floor cafe of the building, Dean, Rio, Sky and Toni returned to the room. At three o'clock in the afternoon, Santoso and Musdalifah promised to come there.

“Yakin dateng?” ask the sky from the couch.

“Definitely come. No way not,” said Dean from his chair behind the desk.

“Lo so ngasi what?” rio asked Toni.

“Lo follow you want to know too? The nature of him is nular it turns out,” Toni said, glancing at Dean who was flipping through the paper on the table.

“Humanawi, sih.” Rio berkilah while sneering.

“Great, yes, the influence of Santoso. His bosses are cranky,” says Sky.

“Gue, tuh, no urgency. Just a wonder. Why should it be kept secret? Is Musdalifah ashamed to be ama Santoso? The sample must be covered,” Dean's murmur who apparently heard the words of his best friend.

“Lo ngasi what gift?” ask the heavens to Dean.

“Gue to change car Santoso. Car he is, right, manual. I want to kill the dead ones. Let's not be tired if you have to travel far and get stuck in traffic. The plan was long. I'm waiting for him to marry Mus. But in fact, it's not news. My whole,” Dean said. He then closed the map that has been checked and signed.

“After three o'clock. What is his sitting position? Where do you sit, De?” Rio who had since stood up, looked around towards the sofa while counting their numbers.

“Gue is here. I want to put on a natural look,” said Dean.

“Where does natural look lo?” ask Toni.

“This is what I know. He always said my face first met him, always make him nauseous,” Dean said chuckling.

“Oh, I know that look,” continued Ryan who just appeared from outside the room.

“Surely sucks. Bu Win only until nausea,” added Toni.

“Mual for fear. All employees in this office should thank me. If it wasn't for him, maybe I'd keep going.” Dean glanced at the sneering Ryan as he took the map off the table.

“Okay, Dean is sitting there. Lo here, Ton.” Rio pointed at the single sofa array. “Lo is also here, Lang.” Rio pointed at the sofa next to Toni should be sitting down.

Following what Rio had just suggested, Toni and Sky stood up to switch seats.

“Mus and Santoso on it?” Tony pointed at the long sofa in front of him. Rio nodded.

“Well, who is here?” ryan asked, pointing at the single sofa in the middle facing Dean's desk.

“Gue. I'm judge. So I have to be in the middle,” said Rio, sitting on a single sofa that directly faces Dean.

“Pak De as what?” ask Ryan.

“Gue Public Prosecutor,” Dean said. “Lo his lawyers Santoso and Musdalifah,” Dean continued.

“We both what dong?” ask Sky, holding Toni's shoulder.

“Student parents,” replied Dean, chuckling.

“Ah, the dog. I'm serious,” said Sky.

“This trial is also not serious, Lang. Which part of this trial is serious?” dean asked still laughing looking at the face as thick as Heaven.

“Lo both judges. We are in court abroad. There's a jury,” said Dean origin.

“Oke—oke, I sit where, yes?” Ryan who had just intended to take the map and come back out, immediately forgot his intention. He pulled out a chair in front of Dean's desk and placed it next to a long sofa. He will sit in line with Santoso and Musdalifah.

“Entar anything you want to pack, do not be told first until we all get the full story.” Dean tapped the pen on his desk.

“Sometime it will appear. Santoso is never late to come to the office,” murmured Dean. He glanced back at the clock on his left wrist. “Beforehand—somemore,” murmured Dean.

All eyes were on the closed door. Everyone's heart turned very serious.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

“Log in,” says Dean.

Santoso is like entering the battlefield. His usual flat face, that afternoon implied a mixed bravery of challenge. His left hand held Musdalifah's right hand. In the look in his eyes, he seemed to say, “What do you all?”

Santoso was wearing a cream shirt and brown pants. His appearance was very bright and the glint of his eyes could not hide that he was happy.

While Musdalifah, came wearing his office clothes as usual. Chiffon shirts are light brown, and skirts span the length of the calf with a pair of heels that are not too high. When viewed carefully, the clothes of two lovebirds are in harmony and very harmonious.

The sky almost spouted its laughter when it saw Santoso's face. But, seeing all his friends put on a serious face, Heaven cleared his throat and went back to trying more seriously.

“Oh, Mr. Santoso and Mr. Musdalifah have arrived. Please occupy their respective places,” said Dean very officially. With his meticulous eyes, he could see the little Musdalifah trying to remove his hand from Santoso's grasp. But Santoso held him back even stronger.

“Eh, San, how are you? Buset, you're married or a proposal, anyway? Curious,” said Rio when Santoso just sat on the sofa. For a moment, Rio forgot about his task of sitting on the main sofa.

“Ehem!” Dean cleared his throat, then clenched his teeth staring at Rio.

Rio clenched his mouth and this time Sky again had to take pains to hold back his laughter. The sky hid his face behind Toni's body which drew a faint smile on her face.

The two humans who were not affected by the atmosphere of the room were only Dean and Ryan. The two men still put on serious faces as if they were in a real courtroom.

“So? Should I ask, or ... want to tell the chronology?” ask Dean.

“Begini, Sir. Should have ... We did want to send word to Mr. Dean. His father Musdalifah was ill. The plan is not like this. He was waiting for his son, Mr. Toni, to be born. So—”

“So married, San?” cut Sky. “Where? In Musdalifah village?” The sky is impatient.

“Sorry, Mas Langit. Can we hear Santoso's explanation first?” Ryan reminded.

“Oh, sorry. Can—can,” sahut Sky a little surprised. “Buset, Ton ... This is Dean and his employees why, anyway?” The sky whispered in Toni's ear. Hearing the whisper of Heaven, Toni only shook her head faintly.

“Good, I continue,” Santoso said. “We are actually ... indeed married. Eight days ago,” said Santoso.

Dean sighed violently, then snorted. Seeing what Dean was doing, Musdalifah pressed his hand on the lap.

“Why use secrets?” ask Dean. “Kan, can talk. I may not be worried. What is the reason for hiding the marriage? Shy?” dean asked Santoso. His body position had been leaning forward with his two elbows on the table.

“No, certainly not. I cannot be ashamed to have married a beautiful and intelligent woman like Musdalifah.” Santoso leaned in.

Seeing that, Dean leaned back into his chair. Then, thinking of something new, he leaned back and turned his gaze to Musdalifah.

“Who initiated this secret?” dean asked with a curious look. “What's the reason for keeping a secret?”

“In order not to be too excited. Musdalifah is worried that the fathers are troubled. Musdalifah is also shy, kala—"

“Then to whom? To all of us? To me? If love, why should you be ashamed? I'm not ashamed, I'm not ashamed. Because I love,” said Dean, raising his eyebrows looking at Musdalifah and Santoso alternately.

“Aduh, I'm serem, Yo! Dean's face please be conditioned. Lo judge! Don't take Mus and Santoso crying because of his mouth. Dean was too deep into the role,” whispered Sky, kicking off the end of Rio's shoes.

“Ehem! Okay, now we listen to the defense from the attorney. Mr. Ryan, please.” Rio nodded at Ryan.

Ryan confirmed his seat. He turned his body towards Santoso with his back to Dean. “OK, Santoso, why not start with an apology?” ryan's advice on his ‘client’. “Any regret, usually sorry to be able to shed the surface of anger, although not yet fully able to remove.” Ryan nodded slowly and blinked his eyes at Santoso.

To Be Continued