GENK DUDA ACUTE
34. The Terror of Greetings

After scolding the three men who intimidated him with questions, and a cornered statement, Musdalifah again looked down on the paper. Toni, Sky and Rio were still standing behind his chair.

“That's the contents of the package, not excessive? Outing committee where might ngasi soan to the participants. If the guy Wulan who nerima, can be suspicious.” The sky whispered in Toni's ear. However, Rio and Musdalifah could also hear his words clearly.

“Sarannya Dean emang parcel kayak gini?” whispered Rio.

“Not specific, anyway. Just use keyword, ‘elegan, exclusive—”

“Unmarket and hard to forget ...,” cut Musdalifah, look back. Musdalifah took a deep breath. “Can I work quietly, Gentlemen?” musdalifah asked looking at the three men behind her alternately.

“Can—can.” Rio nodded, followed by Toni and Sky who were also nodding like dog toys on the car dashboard.

“OK, then ... can sit back on the sofa.” Musdalifah threw her gaze at the empty sofa near them. The three men followed him. After making sure the men were sitting on the sofa, “Thank you," Musdalifah said. He turned back to his seat and looked at the paper.

“Kok, Lo nurut, Ton? Lo boss here,” said Sky, remind his best friend.

“Instalments si Mus much.” Toni picks up her phone and opens the messaging app. He again saw the message he sent to Wulan, apparently not yet replied.

“Oh, pantes ...,” Sky.

“But, the work of Mbak Ifa, we have to look at Dean. Ask for his opinion,” added Rio.

“I'm still here and trying. Please help me concentrate,” Musdalifah said, cutting off the conversation that happened behind his back.

The three men remained silent. Some moments of silence and perseverance with their respective phones, the three men were shocked because Musdalifah suddenly stood up with the sound of a chair being shifted quickly.

“Gue finally understands Dean's feelings,” Sky murmur.

“Ehem!” Musdalifah cleared his throat, looking at the three men who were staring at him. With a piece of paper in hand, he resembled a kindergarten teacher who was waiting for his fairy tale. “Good, I will read the options.”

In fact, Musdalifah already feels that lately his job is to be an office secretary, slowly shifting to concurrently as an assistant who takes care of all things. If only his boss wasn't the royal Toni, he might have dumped the paper.

“Yang first ...,” says Musdalifah.

“Eh, wait—wait, Dean should be horrified this. Let's call him first. All right, let's get spit. Dean okay, write it on the card. How?” ask Sky with a cell phone in his hand.

The Musdalifah can only snort and develop his nostrils. It seems that it is very difficult to get rid of the influence of the chatty lawyer, he thought.

“Good, can. Please,” sahut Musdalifah, resigned.

“De .. an.” The half-whispered sky searched for Dean's phone number and directly contacted him in speaker mode.

After several calls, a voice sounded across. “What's up, Father Sky? Kangen me?”

“Before you talk about the non-existent, I hereby inform you that this conversation is done in speaker mode yes ..” said Sky.

“Again on collecting? How's it? Did you send the parcel to Wulan? Toni where?” ask Dean across.

“Belom, De .. on process—”

“Tast long. Leaflets. Pantes lo easy to be poked!” cut Dean.

Musdalifah holds his chest. The place where his heart beats, disapproving of Dean's insults to his superiors.

“Ha? Whahuh? Ifa?” Dean was silent for a moment. Then, “Oh .. the Mus. Kirain who, Ifa …. Say Mus, cake. Okay—oke, by the way. I'm a little busy too, so I'm listening.” Sounded ‘kresek-kresek’ sound slowly across. Looks like Dean put his phone down.

Musdalifah closed his eyes for a moment. Not a minute to call, he could not count how many words Dean threw.

But, hearing Dean busy and just listening, Musdalifah felt a little relieved. However, still, he was more relieved if the call was ended. Now he doesn't feel like a kind of kindergarten teacher anymore. Dean's appearance by phone, made the situation change. He felt he was a talent contestant, awaiting the judgment of a jury of nyinyir.

“The first greeting, ‘Every meeting must have wisdom. So is farewell—”

“Skip—skip! What, tuh? I want to dig up the flower board of a dead person. Next ...,” pinta Dean from across the phone.

Musdalifah closed his eyes for a moment, then took a deep breath and exhaled. “Good, the next one ..., ‘A struggle will mean nothing—”

“Ha? The struggle? I want war. Our country is free. Fight—fight. Ckck, it's not important to fight. Be brave and don't plan. That's what matters.” Dean interrupted Musdalifah's words again.

Toni looked on with a serious face. The sky and Rio were already desperately holding back a laugh. They scrambled using Toni's back sitting in the middle, to hide her face.

While Musdalifah, close his teeth with a look of annoyance.

“Oke—oke, direct me next bacain.” Musdalifah crossed out two lines of words that had been reviled by Dean. “Yes, geez. In the past when accepted work, I was not told there would be a task kayak gini ..” murmured Musdalifah with a barely audible voice.

The sky and Rio were still giggling. “Next!” pekik Musdalifah's. Instantly the two men straightened up and sat looking at him. The words he wrote, only one more remains.

Musdalifah was worried that Dean would again reject what he wrote. Musdalifah felt, he must always use tactics in dealing with Dean. The lawyer was very slippery, he thought.

“Next ... ahem! ‘When hands cannot shake. When mouth can't say—”

“Ton—Ton! I think you need a secretary for overseas graduates. Want me to get recommendations?” Dean screamed from across the phone. Rio and Sky again laughed out loud behind Toni's back.

“There's still the next one, Mus?” tanya Toni, with a worried face. It seems he is also not willing to change his secretary.

“OK, next ..., ‘Memories and togetherness intertwined, will definitely form a solid team.’ Still in touch with outing, right?” Musdalifah raised his eyebrows looking at the Sky mobile phone on the table.

“Yapc. Goody. Add behind it, ‘as well as hard to forget’ . Okay, your consultation schedule is over, Toni. I need to call Ryan for his next appointment. I just got the client on my next schedule. Bye, dear Toni, Sky and Rio dear …. Oh, yes, for secretary lo... not bad-lah.” Dean hung up.

Musdalifah immediately threw his body into the chair. Just this time he was dealing with a person who was very difficult to admit the advantages of others. He felt he was working optimally. But all he got was the word, ‘not bad’ from that chatty lawyer.

“Mus! Mus!” call Toni. “You fainted?” ask Toni.

“I'm moved, Sir. Felt passed the thesis hearing,” suhut Mus.

“Copy, let directly transfer. Ask for an anther security guard. But don't wear uniform,” Toni ink.

“I'm sorry for a minute, sir." The Musdalifah placed the paper and pen on Toni's table.

"Where?"

"You make a drink. I think now, I need to drink green tea.” The musdalifah went past from his superior's room.

To Be Continued