GENK DUDA ACUTE
36. Man to Man's
At 17:00, after Mr. Mustafa delivered the hampers to Wulan's office, the man again knocked Toni's office. The two men who had been accompanying her since exchanging stories and giving advice, had just returned.
“Where, Sir? Already delivered?” toni asked, as Mr. Mustafa appeared in the doorway.
“Already, Sir. But ...” Pak Mustafa looked at his superiors with a fretful look.
“Why? Any problems?” Toni stood up from her chair and circled the table. “Why? There is another same guy Wulan?” Toni walked over to Mr. Mustafa.
“I was originally asked to put the parcel on the reception desk, by the female employee sitting in front. But I was worried that the parcel was not up or broken. As usual I have permission to go directly to the recipient. They allowed it, so I went straight up the stairs to Ms. Wulan's office. But in front of the office, it seemed like Ms. Wulan was arguing with the men. Arguing .. or rather quarreling. I stopped the intention to knock on the door. So I turned around, I delayed it for ngasi. But, while going down the stairs, the man from Bu Wulan's office also came out in a hurry. Meet me on the stairs, and what's that. I said the shipment. The man immediately took a greeting card. He brought the parcel back to Ms. Wulan's office. I follow up. They fought back. If I'm wrong, I'm sorry, Mr.” Pak Mustafa nodded softly at his superiors. He has worked with Tony for a long time. Since the company was founded by Mr. Thomas Anderson, Toni's father, Mr. Mustafa was one of the senior couriers who accompanied the development of the expedition company.
Now, Mr. Mustafa only delivers special packages and stays at the headquarters. He was one of Toni's confidants. In doing something, Mr. Mustafa does not need special commands anymore. The man was a professional in his work. And that day, he felt that he had failed to deliver the parcel to Wulan. His ex-wife, whom he also knew personally.
“How are fights? A wulan? What about you, sir? No hardness?” Toni felt the need to make sure Wulan's situation.
“Bu Wulan is not hurt. But I heard the goods slammed, and Ms. Wulan shouted. Maybe because of surprise. Mrs Wulan was angry. That's it, sir. So how?” Mr. Mustafa looked straight at his superiors.
“Ya, already. It's nothin. Mr. Mus can go home. It's afternoon. Thanks yes, Mr. ..” Toni said. In his voice was an emergency. It's okay if the parcel is discarded or ignored, as long as Wulan is fine. However, considering that the message was read yesterday and never got a reply, it even added to Toni's anxiety.
Toni tidied up the stationery and turned off her computer with half a daydream. He was eager to meet Wulan. And really asked about Rey and how much money she had borrowed.
Rah, rah-ah-ah
Rome, rome-ma
Gaga, ooh-la-la
Want your bad romance
Rah, rah-ah-ah
Rome, rome-ma
Gaga, ooh-la-la
Want your bad romance
Musdalifah whose working hours are over, is humming his steps into the elevator. He is happy and relieved at once because the task does not make sense and does not enter his job description has been successfully done with the results, ‘not bad’.
On arrival in front of the office, he saw a man get out of his car in a hurry. The caliph was only two steps away when suddenly the man rebuked him.
“Heh! You're that son of a bitch's secretary, right?” hardik Rey with her index finger pointing to Musdalifah's forehead.
Musdalifah. However, he realized who the man in front of him was. He shifted his legs one step to the right, then rubbed his forehead. He doesn't like his forehead to be in front of the index finger of disrespectful men.
“Who to find, yes?” ask Musdalifah.
“Where is that boy?” ask Rey again.
“Pak Mus!” call Musdalifah. “Pak ..!”
Pak Mustafa appeared from within with relaxed steps.
“What, Mus?” ask Mr. Mustafa.
“Your foundation? Where?” ask Rey. He was a little confused by the names of the two people in front of him.
“Pak Mus is also male here. There is a need what we will convey,” said Musdalifah. He began to fidget and thought maybe the arrival of the man had something to do with the hampers they had just sent.
“Call aja. Do I need to ride?” sergeant Rey.
“Hey, Mas .. This is the office. Don't be noisy. In Sukabumi Police, both signed a peace treaty. If Mas goes into our office and makes a fuss, then Mas in jail.” The Musdalifah is still standing at the door of the office.
“It! Where's the guy who signed at the police station? He's, isn't he, who asked us to sort it out between men? Let it be machined now.”
Musdalifah. He knew very well which male mouth asked ‘membersuran interracial men'.
“Call! Call now! What does that parcel mean? Bawdy parcel!” maki Rey's.
“What's up, Mus?” ask Toni.
Both Muss looked at him at the same time. Pak Mustafa and Musdalifah approached Toni who was staring intently at Rey. The glass doors of the office space open entirely every afternoon. Mr. Mustafa used to turn off the AC and let the air on the first floor change because the receptionists had gone home and replaced the security officers.
“What do you mean, anyway? What's that parcel doing? Want to fuck you ama Wulan? You realize, no? Lo it's not who he is anymore!”
“At least, my boss has already. Who has never been anything.” Musdalifah answered Rey's words, then realized he had interfered, he closed his mouth.
Rey glanced at Musdalifah with an annoyed face.
“Thanks Mus,” says Toni.
“Sama-sama,” sahut Musdalifah. Then he shut his mouth again.
“Already, Sir. Are both adults. Now again emotions, come back here again tomorrow. Pronounced with a cool head,”, Mr. Mustafa approached Rey and held the man's shoulder.
BRAKK!
“Lease! Who are you holding me? What's lo's name? What's his real name Mus?” sergeant Rey turned his body. He saw that Mr. Mustafa had fallen to the floor.
“Coarse! How dare old people! Sir!” musdalifah's screams approached Mr. Mustafa. "Everybody who works here is called Mus. What's the same thing with you?"
BUGS!
Toni kicked Rey in the chest until the man was stranded not far from the body of Mr. Mustafa. He stepped closer to Rey and clutched the collar of the man's shirt. However, having not had time to point his fist at Rey's face, the man replied to Toni's kick in the same place.
BRAKK!
Toni slammed onto the floor. Rey got up from her position and hurriedly headed towards Toni.
Toni got back on her feet and kicked Rey. Right on the man's chest. Rey didn't let Toni's leg get away with it. As forcefully as he hugged Toni's feet and threw her aside.
Mr. Mustafa is confused. He grabbed the phone and contacted the security guard on duty that day.
Musdalifah did not want to report it to the police. At least, not for now. He was sure his boss would win. And he's pissed off that Rey broke into their office. In the law, Rey was wrong. Start the fray first.
Rey and Toni roll on the floor. Stripped the glass wall until it shook, and smashed the cardboard in the room.
As Musdalifah looked out of the office, he saw a car with two men, just got off. He recognized the man. Rey's Friends. His superior must have been ganged and battered. Not wanting to linger, Musdalifah ran to the security table. He took a T-stick, a regular security weapon tucked in the waist.
“Mus! Nay! Don't camp! Wait a minute, the security guard's on his way. Later Mr. Toni is wrong to use weapons,”, Mr. Mustafa said, warning Musdalifah.
“Let's just! If imprisoned, there is a minister who takes care! Let the lawyer not just say his words,” sergeant Musdalifah.
Shortly thereafter, “Pak! Catch!” Musdalifah. He threw a stick T.
And what was feared by Mr. Mustafa also happened. Toni, who is on top of Rey's body, receives T's wand and hits Rey multiple times.
Musdalifah kicks a thick cardboard roll that Rey is trying to take as a weapon.
On the first floor of the T&T Express headquarters, Rey is gang-raped by Toni and her secretary. Two men who had just arrived at the door, came along with three guards.
Inevitably, a police car came a while later. Rey's best friend didn't take her friend to get beat up. Toni and Musdalifah had to get in and join the police car. Pak Mustafa was massaging his ailing shoulder as it smashed into the solid cardboard.
Rey, battered by the impact of a T-stick, was taken to a nearby hospital for treatment.
Mr. Mustafa picked up the phone and dialed a line of numbers that his superiors had left. He was asked to contact a man named Rio.
Instantly the office was deserted in a state of chaos.
To Be Continued