GENK DUDA ACUTE
33. Outing Committee Gifts

“Win,” call Dean when arriving at the dining table.

“That, stay to eat.” Ms. Amalia pointed at Dean's plate that was filled, along with the glass. “Everything is ready in front of the eyes. What else to call? Widi again fussy because it was just immunized yesterday. His father knows what,” ketus Bu Amalia, in a whispering voice.

“Tau, really. Yesterday Dean went to the children's room. But yesterday malem, Dean held his forehead was not hot anymore.”

“Ya, over, eat. Why wan-win-wan-win again?”

“Dean needs to see the seger-seger for breakfast. Mama must also be seger if Papa who saw. ” replied Dean laughed.

Ms. Amalia will answer Dean's words, but Mr. Hartono sounded close from the inside. The mother and son were silent.

“Win ...,” call Dean again.

Winarsih appeared first from the side terrace, ahead of Mr. Hartono. That morning she wore a sky-blue dress patterned on small flowers with a rope tied behind her waist. With hair neatly combed cover the shoulders. It was a standard appearance that Dean applied to her.

Seeing Winarsih's arrival, Dean smiled and shifted the chair for his wife.

“You have breakfast first,” said Dean. “Badan Widi is still anget?” tanyakanya.

“Udah is normal. Stay fussy. It was again fed. Mas, eat ...,” Winarsih said, straightening her husband's plate.

“Win, later I—”

“Where else are you going?” cut off Amalia's mother.

“Let me go home early ..” Dean said. “Not be prejudiced against your own child,” Dean told his mother.

“You better be prejudiced first. Make inner preparations,” replied Ms. Amalia.

“Ehem! Still morning ...,” said Mr. Hartono, pulling up a chair. “His sister Candidate Widi, what gender, De?” ask Mr. Hartono.

“Male, Pa ...,” replied Dean.

“Oh, no temen Dirja.” Mr. Hartono started applying peanut butter to toast.

“His father can also, so his friend Dirja,” said Bu Amalia.

“When do you want to go to campus? I temenin ...,” said Dean in Winarsih's ear. He then kissed his wife's head, deliberately diverting the words of Ms. Amalia.

“Saturday, regular kayak. But later if Mas wait, can be over.”

“Nothing. I love waiting for you on that campus,” replied Dean. “How many hours? Your mas is resistant.” He kissed his wife's head again.

While Ms. Amalia, throw a stern look at her son. Do you like waiting at college? What else did Dean do besides throw charm to and fro. He then glanced at Winarsih who continued to eat casually. Miss Amalia surprised. Why Winarsih did not realize that he was being dominated by Dean.

As Ms. Amalia was thinking about it, Dean looked at her. Instantly he clenched his teeth returning Dean's gaze. However, his youngest son even winked.

***

“Mus, already purchased, right?” ask Toni. He arrived at his office at lunchtime.

“Udah, Sir ...,” says Musdalifah. “Need me to exit now?” ask Musdalifah again.

“Don't, just a minute. I wait for Sky and Rio. They come back again. Then immediately ask the security guard to make anther to the Wulan office. I go in first, bring the one I want to check today.” Tony rushed to his room.

The Musdalifah grabbed the documents his superiors had to check that day. He also just arrived at the office. From morning to noon, he was busy looking for suitable parcels for Wulan. After a few hours around the newly opened mall, he finally decided to buy expensive parcels. From a leading branded cosmetic and body care outlet that women are sure to love.

Before buying it, it is only equipped with a message, ‘Elegan, exclusive, not market and hard to forget.’ Musdalifah was upset with Toni because of that little clue. Although the price was not a problem, finding the thing in question was a little confusing.

At the time Musdalifah needed advice because he was confused, he had contacted Toni. His boss' answer even made him even more upset. “What yes, Mus? I also have no shadow. That's Dean's advice. Try to contact his secretary make his name to him.”

It turned out that the source of Musdalifah's calamity that day was his superior friend. A self-abusive, annoying narcissistic lawyer. The most slippery face like porcelain but hard to ask for forgiveness every moment viewed for a moment. Plus his mouth is like a firecracker and likes to heat up his superiors, making Musdalifah have to be extra careful if dealing with the man.

By three o'clock in the afternoon, Rio and Sky arrived at the T&T Express headquarters. The two men headed straight to his superior's office.

“Taaii really lo. Old man—” Toni sneers. “What do you drink?” Tony looked at his two best friends.

“What's up, just don't drink boba. Belenger I,” sahut Rio. He is a contemporary beverage entrepreneur who is developing wings by opening a franchise for his brand. Some outlets owned by Rio consist of boba drinks, fruit tea, and various types of coffee different brands.

“Mineral water if so,” said Toni, opening her refrigerator removing three bottles of mineral water.

“So how? After that incident, there are other developments?” rio asked, throwing his body on the sofa. “We're like taking care of High School kids, huh, Lang?” Rio chuckled at the Sky staring at Toni, while massaging her forehead.

“Gue chat malemnya, central malem. And Wulan .. no bales.” Toni thrust a bottle at the two men in front of her.

“But, Dean said, you're feeling good in his office. Time on-chat not bales?” The sky took a bottle of mineral water.

“What's your boyfriend more?” Tony asked a question he didn't like. “But it's already middle malem I chat.”

“Living with her boyfriend? It seems impossible, deh. Or overnight with his girlfriend is also impossible. If Wulan were like that, he wouldn't want to kiss. Emang elo,” sergeant Rio.

“Dean where, anyway?” ask Sky. “Then I told you everything was here, he couldn't.”

“For many clients he said. If you ask him to come, you will be asked to replace the replacement cost for several hours. You are still working hours,” said Toni.

“Badness!” exclaim Sky.

“Excuseii ...,” exclaims Musdalifah from the doorstep. He brought a beautiful parcel and put it on the table.

Musdalifah buys hampers containing body care, cosmetics, towels, and a pair of sexy underwear.

“Taraa ... This parcel will be sent this afternoon. Just write his words, and can immediately slide into the office of Bu Wulan.” Musdalifah crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked at the hampers with a satisfied face.

“Emang should this her hampers?” ask Sky.

“Which asked for this, elo, Ton?” ask Rio.

Toni shakes. “Not, this is the Mus who bought it. According to Dean's lead. Must be this, huh, Mus?” Tony asked his secretary.

“Try photos first, send to Dean.” The sky pulled out his phone and snapped the parcel.

DEG.

“Do not!” prevent Musdalifah. “Let's send a photo. If the card is finished writing. Aja—now aja.” Musdalifah asked Sky to lower his phone.

Musdalifah gulped his saliva. Why use the event photographed and shown to the lawyer, he thought. Perhaps, his mood was immediately messy

“Ya, already. Write first Mus, his words. Let directly ship.” Toni leaned her body on the sofa.

The Musdalifah takes an empty card tucked into the hampers.

“I wrote on another paper first, yes .. if you're sure, I just moved.” The Musdalifah pulled up the chair in front of Toni's desk and began to duck on paper.

“The instructions do not forget. Mr. Dean said, Mrs Wulan should know, but her boyfriend should not know.” Toni stood up and walked to the back of Musdalifah's chair to watch.

“Weight also yes .. don't get it wrong. This is for the signal to Wulan. Make it smooth, Mus.” Rio got up and headed towards the table where Musdalifah wrote and doodled.

“It looks like there should be an outing. Kan, he said from the outing committee. The clue don't miss it. Or should I ask Dean? He is, right, the most sweet minded affair spoiled mouth kayak gini?” The sky pulled out his phone again.

DEG.

“Silence everyone! Cool out! Relax!” shouts Mus, putting his pen on the table. “I feel working under pressure. Mas Langit also do not be a little bit willing to call Mr. Lawyer, I am depressed. Let me work quietly,” sergeant Musdalifah, panting.

Toni, Rio and Sky stood dumbstruck looking at the frustrated looking Musdalifah. Slowly, Sky back pocketing his phone.

Dean wasn't there. But Musdalifah felt depressed every name Dean called.

To Be Continued