GENK DUDA ACUTE
24. I'm Just an Ordinary People

Elsewhere, Dean just got out of the car and dropped off his luggage. Ryan immediately drove the car to the left wing of the yard after his boss entered through the front door.

“Sini, don't go far.” Dean grabbed onto Winarsih's shoulder and slightly slowed his footsteps straight up the stairs. He was not ready to answer his parents in front of Winarsih. He had to take Winarsih to the room quickly before getting a greeting from the family room.

“Home home? From where? His mother dirja nyusulin to Sukabumi?” Ms. Amalia's voice was heard echoing from the family room.

Dean and Winarsih's steps stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

“Jumpain Mama first,” whispered Winarsih. She knew that her husband would be harassed if he found out they had just dealt with the police.

“I'll answer,” said Dean then took his wife's arm to the living room.

It turned out that in the living room was filled with toddlers and babysitters. The children screamed too. Dita immediately chased and hugged Dean's leg.

“Yeah, son mom here all apparently.” Winarsih directly took Widi from the babysitter sling.

“Which father to?” ask Dita who's already in Dean's arms.

“Her Mother Released to Sukabumi, De?” asked Mr. Hartono who was sitting on the sofa holding a Dirja snack plate.

“Babying baby, Pa .. kangen said.” Dean clenched his mouth holding a smile. He saw Winarsih who directly turned to him.

“Dirja kangen to nyusulin you?” asked Amalia with an incredulous look.

“Iya. Ask me if I don't believe.” Dean carried Dita past his mother and sat next to Dirja. Ms. Amalia until turning her seat to look at Dean who is now protected by Mr. Hartono's body.

Dean, who was aware of his mother's turn, immediately leaned his body against the back of the sofa. He wanted to laugh, but was worried about being thrown by his mother.

Unable to see Dean's face, Amalia turned to her daughter-in-law. “Iya, Win?” ask Ms. Amalia to Winarsih.

“Ha?” Winarsih looked at her two in-laws who were looking. He threw a look at Dean who was lifting Dita in front of his face.

“Iya. Keinget Father children. So I went to Mr. Ryan in the middle of the mall. Mr. Ryan nawarin nganter to Sukabumi, there also happens to be work that wants to be chatted directly. Yes already, I am leaving.” Winarsih grimaced a little after saying that.

“Masa, anyway? Mom doesn't believe.” Amalia turned to Dean.

“Mama what the hell is it? A wife who suddenly misses her husband is not trusted. Dirja's mother misses out with her children's father. Strangely where it is. It seems that there is no.” Dean stood up and held Dita.

“Believe. But how strange ...” muttered Bu Amalia still with a look of disbelief.

“The name is also pregnant. Her request must be weird. Can't be far from her husband. Her husband doesn't mean,” replied Dean.

Amalia looked at her son.

“Ya already, want to go up first. To clean. His mother Dirja would also want to rest. Yesterday lack of sleep. Yes, right Bu?” Dean nudged Winarsih's shoulder next to him.

Winarsih can't say anything more. He was worried about mispronouncing. Ms. Amalia looks away after sneering at Dean.

“We want to come upstairs or here?” ask Winarsih to her second daughter.

“Sini aja, same Uti.” Dita went straight to Bu Amalia's lap and laid her head there.

“Already, here aja.” The curious raut of Amalia's mother instantly disappeared. He immediately rubbed the head of the three-year-old toddler.

“Widi carried by me,” said Dean took his youngest daughter from Winarsih's embrace.

“Dean ride first, Pa.” Dean grabbed Winarsih's shoulder and accelerated his way to the elevator on the right side of the house. He chose the stairs to avoid the living room. Now he chose the elevator to immediately disappear from the first floor. At least until Ms. Amalia forgot to interrogate him in front of Winarsih.

“Kok reason is like that?” winarsih protest as they arrive inside the elevator. “Say I miss you until nyusulin.” Winarsih bent her face again.

“You in this house have become an impunity, Win. Whatever reason you say, everyone knows it. Mama's his queen, Papa's prime minister. Well, I'm a commoner Win. So you are my wife and protector now. Can you imagine how much my love is to you.” Dean lowered his head and pressed Winarsih's cheek with his nose.

Winarsih just sneered at her husband's words. Dean kissed her cheek like he was kissing Widi's cheek.

“You didn't go to college last Saturday?” dean asked as he opened the door.

“Oh yes, I ngetes you. Inget my talk what enggak.” Dean chuckles at putting Widi on the bed.

While in the family room.

“Mama is not sure his mother dirja Nyusulin to Sukabumi just because kangen Dean. I think Dirja's mom was bullied by Dean.” Ms. Amalia looked at Mr. Hartono who was chuckling.

“Makin compact yes Dean and his wife ..” said Mr. Hartono. Deep down, Mr. Hartono could guess that Winarsih must have been to Sukabumi for a mess committed by her husband.

***

“Mbak Ifa, where is Pak Toni? The dateng? I'd like to see you ...” Tasya stood in front of a busy Musdalifah table that Monday morning.

“Not dateng. You may not enter the office directly. There may be some business outside. What office are you in?” asked Musdalifah to straighten his body. He was busy bending over and unloading a pile of files to complete the new branch licensing.

“I take three days off,” Tasya said. “I'd like to see Mr. Toni.”

“I think it's done. It turns out not yes ..” murmured Musdalifah back down.

“There needs to be clarified,” replied Tasya.

“Unclearly yes ..” murmured Musdalifah again opened a map.

“So when exactly is Mr Toni in the office?” tasya Urge.

Musdalifah took a breath and straightened his body. He then grabbed the tablet and scrolled the screen for a while.

“Pak Toni .. tomorrow you will be here again. I'll tell you what time it is. Let you not wait long.” The Musdalifah looked at Tasya.

Tasya who came dressed casually because he was on leave, finally nodded following the words of his former lover's secretary. Now he must ask permission and ask for the time each needs to see Toni. Whereas before, he only had to nod at Musdalifah and waltz into the room.

Musdalifah seemed to be thinking. He then grabbed an office phone plane and picked up his agenda book.

“Good morning, is this true with Mr Ryan?” ask Musdalifah by phone. He contacted Danawira’s Law Firm like his boss recommended yesterday.

Ryan's voice was across the street. Musdalifah immediately conveyed his meaning without further ado.

“I Ifa her secretary Mr. Toni from T&T Express. I'd like to make an appointment with Mr. Dean. This is a message from Mr. Toni about licensing consultations. What time is Mr Dean in the absence of time? Mr. Toni asked to meet at the T&T headquarters. In the form of professional invitations of course.”

Ryan returned across.

“Oh, baik—baik. 3 O'clock in the afternoon is empty? Then, at 3pm, tomorrow at T&T Express headquarters. Well Mr. Ryan, thank you. Greetings T&T Express. Must Deposit, Do Not Saggy, Let alone Molor.” Musdalifah hung up the phone after shouting out their freight forwarding company.

Musdalifah took his phone and searched Tasya's name on the contact list. Not wanting to linger, he immediately typed a message on the woman.

‘Besok you here, at 3 pm yes. Mr. Toni has an empty time. Don't be late yes ... at 3 pm.’

Not to mention Musdalifah took a breath, Tasya had already replied to the message.

‘OK, Ma'am. Maaci Eaaa.’

Reading Tasya's reply, Musdalifah snorted. He then searched the phone number of his boss.

“Halo, Sir? Again on the way to the office?” ask Musdalifah to Toni. Hearing Toni's reply, he nodded then continued speaking.

“I've contacted Mr. Dean Danawira, but through his secretary. Mr. Dean can come here tomorrow at 4 pm.” Musdalifah grinned after saying that.

“Jam 4 pm huh? Then I checked the new branch first, just returned to Dean's office. Okay, make Mus.”

"Thank you both .." - Musdalifah. He ended the conversation with a face.

To Be Continued