GENK DUDA ACUTE
108. Wedding Gift

Santoso looked at Ryan's words for a while. What Ryan said was right. Since they arrived, they have not spoken an apology. He feels stupid. Dean has taught him a lot about negotiating. Soften the heart of the interlocutor by many methods. One of them, apologizing as the opening word. Agree to the interlocutor's words at the beginning to begin a subtle argument.

Everything has been successfully practiced. But, why when dealing with his superiors, everything becomes broken?

“We both apologize. Especially me, Santoso Thahir, as a permanent employee of Danawira’s Law Firm. I think the company I work for is my second family. A place where I seek fortune, as well as gain knowledge. I apologize for the lack of consideration. The simple reason we just don't want to trouble others. Plus my father-in-law is still recovering. Isn't that right, Mus?” santoso asked his wife.

“Iya—iya, so be it. I do not want to take care of Mr. Toni whose mother is also still sick. I know Mr. Toni later had to share his attention with his pregnant mother and wife. If I ask permission, Mr. Toni would have done something to help me. I don't want to trouble. Because ... during this Mr. Toni has helped me a lot.” The Musdalifah, who was talking to Dean, now tilted her body to face Toni.

“Still his help all this time, Mr. Toni.” Musdalifah nodded at Toni who was slightly flabbergasted looking at her secretary.

“Kok, so a thank you? Kayak awarding aja. Last, right, trial ...” The sky protested as it felt its excitement was over.

“Eh? Iya—iya. Equally, Mus. I'm also happy because I've helped a lot. Mami, Wulan, and especially me, owe a lot of time and energy to you,” Toni said.

“Utang time and power from where? Kan, salaried ...,” muttered Dean without anyone to hear, except Ryan. The secretary accidentally glared at his superior. Ryan was worried Dean's rant was ruining the mood.

“No hassle,” added Musdalifah.

“So he said shy ... unclear,” murmured Dean again.

Ryan, who had turned his body towards Toni, returned to his side and turned to his boss. The atmosphere had already melted, and he was worried that Dean would again ruin it.

“Eh, so how? His wedding is in the place of Mbak Mus, huh?” ask Sky. “News dong—stories dong,” connect Sky enthusiast. The sky had forgotten its function as a judge. He was enjoying his new pleasure.

“Iya, Mas. At the place of Mus. His father is still in the hospital. Yesterday the pain was quite heavy like his mom, Mr. Toni. He is still in the hospital. So, there's no show. My wife's the firstborn. No one in his family is married. So, I decided to propose to Musdalifah. Everything is in a hurry,” said Santoso.

“Congratulations, yes, San.” Rio stretched out his hand to shake Santoso. “As a judge, I have decided you two are not wrong. Love is never wrong. You must take care of each other's hearts. Mutual trust and support,” Rio said, looking at Dean who folded his hands in front of his chest, still with a frowning look.

Rio, who started the household earlier than his friends, fully supports Santoso's decision to end his bachelorhood. It doesn't matter where the couple got married. What matters is getting married.

“So, what are your parents, Mus?” ask Toni. He focused more on the situation of Musdalifah's parents than the news of the wedding itself.

“Now still in the hospital, sir. Not too stable, but at least my parents .. know that I am married and married.” Musdalifah closed his mouth. His voice was so slow that it almost drowned the end of his sentence.

Hearing that, Dean's facial expression softened. He lowered his black eyebrows that had been raised high before staring at his employees.

“San! Datengin Pak De,” pinta Ryan, poking Santoso's arm sitting in his arms and talking to three other men.

Santoso glanced at Musdalifah at a glance, then stood up and stepped cautiously past the long table.

Santoso moved from his seat. Dean hurriedly picked up the tablet and scrolled its screen.

“Pak,” call Santoso then.

“Hmmm,” says Dean.

“Soal the last—”

“Gue is already horrified,” cut Dean.

“So, forgiven?” ask Santoso.

“Still to. But ...” Dean opened his desk drawer. He took out two key car sensors that were still tied into one. One side of the sensor is still attached to a sticker that reads the license plate of the vehicle. “Nih, fetch. Lastly in me, kasian Pak Noto his work add to the car manasin every morning.” Dean handed Santoso the car keys.

“For me? New car?” santoso asked, looking at Dean a little in disbelief. He had thought he would be taken by his superiors all-out.

“Yes, that. New cars. One minute no longer take, I pull again.” Dean stared at the car keys on his desk.

As fast as lightning Santoso scooped the keys on the table. “Makasi, Sir. It may not be taken. Which output car, here?” Santoso rounded his eyes at the brand of car Dean had given him.

“Which obviously costs more than the car I ever drove to my ex-boyfriend. That means your level is much more important,” Dean said.

“That expression is more valuable to me. Anger cannot cover a noble heart. Thank you, Mr.” Santoso stared at the car keys in the palm of his hand.

Dean turned his gaze back to the tablet. “Oh, yes. Congratulations!” dean said a little glancing at Santoso.

Musdalifah got up and walked over to Dean's desk.

“Kado from Mr. Dean,” Santoso said, showing the car keys to Musdalifah.

“New car? Oh, geez. Thanks, Sir! Your boss is amazing, Mom. I did not expect it turned out that Mr. Dean could be this generous,” exclaimed Musdalifah with sparkling eyes. She felt she had to comfort her husband's boss who turned out to be very moody. What else could melt Dean's heart but praise, he thought.

“It’s okay. Just cars. Cheap,” said Dean with his arrogant look.

Santoso and Musdalifah looked at each other. Dean's face was back as usual.

“Mus, I want to talk to you for a minute,” exclaimed Toni from her seat.

Dean, who pretended to be busy with his tablet, is now curious about what Toni will give her secretary.

“Called Toni, tuh!” dean said, pointing towards the sofa with his chin.

The newlyweds turned around and walked back to the sofa. Dean got up slowly and cleared his throat. He hoped that no one would realize that his steps approached the horde of friends who were immersed in the story of the wedding of Santoso and Musdalifah.

“Sit here,” Ryan suddenly. He got up and gave his place to Dean.

“Who wants to sit? I want to go out,” Dean said.

“Great prestige,” murmured Ryan. “You sure you don't want to?” Ryan looked at his superior who had an indifferent face.

“Okay, if you are maksa.” Dean pulled the chair and sat down.

Ryan breezed towards next to Santoso. He was not surprised by the behavior of his superiors who sometimes like ABG labile. He asked Santoso to shift and sit on a long sofa. He could not wait to hear what Toni's gift to Musdalifah was.

“Mus, go straight. I want to know two things. First, your KPR house will be paid off. It was a gift from me. I know you want to be a kid and a sister who cares about her sisters. The house that you have been trying to find so far, as a home for your sister who is studying here, right? So that your parents if you visit there is a place to live?” ask Toni.

Musdalifah. “Yes, really, Sir.

“Oke, really. The second, I want to prise this.” Toni reached into his pocket and pulled out two cards and handed them to Musdalifah.

“That's apartment access key. I know you've been shitty, and Santoso's house is far from downtown. I took one from my apartment. Not a big, luxurious apartment. But, to stay in the city center, it is more than passable.” Toni smiled at her secretary.

Dean nodded towards Toni, but sneered towards Musdalifah. It was only seen by Ryan.

“Pake secrets, even though you want a gift with the same boss.” Dean muttered without anyone noticing, except Ryan.

Ryan realizes how much Dean is still prying over Santoso's marriage.

“Makasi, Mr. Toni. I am so moved,” said Musdalifah shrunk the corner of his eye.

“Nothing, Mus. That was also Wulan's suggestion. She sent a message, she said thanks for being patient and willing to accompany her husband so far in the company.” Toni nodded softly at Musdalifah.

“This is more than enough. I do not know what to use,” said Musdalifah.

“Loyalty and increased trust in superiors,” Dean continued without turning his head.

The sky shut its mouth. "Jeez, you really, De!" then he chuckled.

“Oh, yes. I want to do something,” Toni said. “I want to ask you for help, Mus.” Toni moved her seat.

“What is it, Sir?” ask Musdalifah.

“I want help. You find Asih and bring him home,” Toni said.

“Hah?!” Except for Santoso and Toni, all the men in the room were flabbergasted staring at Toni.

To Be Continued