GENK DUDA ACUTE
37. The Secretaries

Dean started the engine and sat in the front driver's seat. Ryan still kept some documents when he left them in the room.

Ryan got into Dean's car and sat behind the wheel. “Pak, Bu Winar new nelfon, nanya ‘Bapak Dirja home what time’, keep saying want to eat out. How?” Ryan handed over Dean's phone he'd been holding since.

“A minute, I'm calling first.” Dean called Winarsih's phone number. “Win ... Where else would you like to eat? I'm on my way home, I'll pick you up now .. You're ready. Yes .. yes Dear .. It is okay. I'm not tired. Tumben you doubt my stamina. And pretty dandan. Yes, already, I close first.” Dean then put down his phone.

“So? How about Toni?” asked Ryan to start putting in his gear and drove.

“Toni can wait. This is to take care of her case in the long run as well. Rather than me taking care of Toni? So I nodded, I thought I was nagging. I can actually nemenin the Rojak in his post.”

“So, pick up Bu Winar, continue to the police station?” Ryan confirmed.

“Yoy. Pick up my bini first. Let him see Toni and his heart is full. Tomorrow I'll be easy to get out. I also told bini lo. Don't forget,” Dean said.

“It turns out the edges are for the benefit of him as well ..” muttered Dean.

“Gue has not been heard from Toni directly. But hopefully this is a Light Criminal Act, yes .. I guess, anyway, it will be like the ends. Sooner or later. Yes, the hunt is driving. Let's not go home. Bring pregnant women because,” said Dean.

Ryan was driving in silence. He was still confused how to tell Dean about the contents of the message to the sky that had been modified.

They arrived at Mr. Hartono's residence when the sky was almost dark. Dean came down to pick up his wife.

“Mas don't change clothes first? Ordinary must be a bath ..” said Winarsih when she was taken by her husband down the terrace stairs.

“Later. Before dinner, we go to the police station first, yes, Win ...” Dean opened the car door and placed his hand over Winarsih's head, as the woman walked inside.

“Why, Mas? Who's at the police station?” Winarsih shifted her seat as Dean walked in.

“Our adopted son, Ms. Toni Setyo Anderson.” Dean grabbed Winarsih's hand and kissed her. “That's a big smell to you ..” said Dean lowered his head and kissed Winarsih's neck.

“Why again? Stumped again?” ask Winarsih.

“This is what perfume? Sensual fragrance .. previously use lotion first for sure. Yeah, right? Wang's different. More delicious ...,” cetus Dean while kissing and sniffing his wife's neck.

PLAKK!

Winarsih hit Dean's thigh. “I nanya mas Toni,” said winarsih. “Ya, take care of Toni's mas first. Dinner's done with Toni's mas. Kasian at the police station. His mother must be worried if her son comes home long ..” Winarsih said with an anxious look.

“His adoptive mother is also anxious,” said Dean rubbed Winarsih's stomach. “Biarin aja, Win .. we eat first. Let him feel the atmosphere of the police station. Let him kapok. I'm also sprain. Ngerepotin aja .. whereas I was about to go home. Want to meet his mother Dirja who just finished taking a shower in the afternoon.” Dean put on a contemptuous look.

“Don't—don. We go to the police station directly. Buy a drink, Mas. Or buy a snack.” Winarsih was really anxious thinking about Toni's fate.

Dean glanced at Ryan from the rearview mirror and as ordered, their eyes met. Ryan snorted and Dean replied with a blink of an eye.

“Iya, we will order drinks and food for Toni. Cassian Toni, yes, win ...,” Dean added.

“Iya, casian. Moreover, Mason Toni no wife worried about him. There was no wife waiting for him to come home, who took care of his clothes and ate. No wife can be asked to wipe his back, if you want to sleep. Kasian indeed ... existing wife even kelayapan aja.” Winarsih shook her head weakly with a concerned face.

Dean was silent. He accidentally glanced back at the rearview mirror and again met with Ryan. His secretary's eyes twinkled and his mouth arched a smile.

“You're this ...,” Dean's snatch grabbed his wife's hand.

“What?” tanya Winarsih with flat mimic.

“Nyindir me,” cetus Dean.

“Must be sure. There is no way I satirize,” replied Winarsih kalem.

Dean grabbed Winarsih's hand and placed it on the thigh. “You don't make me more nervous, yes ..” whispered Dean. He squeezed his manhood plan using winarsih hands.

“Ck!” decak winarsih looked at her husband. She understood very well that was her husband's last defense when cornered. “What is it?” asked Winarsih with a face holding back laughter.

“This is your sleeping pill ...,” whispered Dean in his wife's ear. “Two doses and you are dreamless until morning.” Dean chuckles while kissing his wife's shoulder.

“It continues to be proud,” said Winarsih slowly.

Behind the wheel, Ryan did not answer. It's just grunting. Always slippery, he thought. A way out appeared in his head.

“Pak, try to open a message from the sky. Read first,” pinta Ryan took his boss' phone from the dashboard and handed it to the back.

Dean did exactly what Ryan told him. Then ..., “Mbak Mus? It works great and amazing?” Dean read the message Ryan typed. “Whoever knows me, will not believe it I sent. The mus? Cooly? That remarkable? Huh,” snorted Dean.

“Mbak Mus it works great. Agile and agile. Keliatan if mbak Mus is also a loyal worker. Praising a little bit of that, isn't it hard. Yeah, right, Miss Win?” Ryan looked at Winarsih from the rearview mirror.

“Yes, Mas, there is nothing to lose also praising people for their achievements. Could be motivation ... let alone accompany the boss ..”—Winarsih glance Dean glimpsed—"accompanying an extraordinary boss is definitely difficult,” explained Winarsih.

“Hmmm ...,” murmured Dean, still clasping his wife's hand over the thigh. “But it should be, if my wonderful secretary typed my message correctly .. Toni probably won't make a fuss. Rio and Sky can definitely prevent.”

Ryan speaks a thousand languages.

“Yan ...,” call Dean glance at the rearview mirror.

“Ya, Sir?” Ryan returned his superior gaze.

“Find out, the business and company of his girlfriend Wulan. If necessary, hire an agent to find out why Rey was not married. He's a rich kid. He said the son of the former governor. Why not get married? The reason is definitely not trivial. From his raging attitude, Tony came straight to his office, it was too rash. Just hampers. And Wulan is not yet his wife. Trauma failed again? Find out how much Wulan borrowed from Rey. It was a loan limited to friends and trust of close people, or with collateral. With the guarantee, what guarantee. If it goes directly to Wulan, it must be difficult.” Dean said that while swiping the tip of his nose on Winarsih's head.

"Hire an agent, sir?" ask Ryan to make sure.

"Yup. Don't forget the bill to T&T Express" Dean replied.

The car enters the precinct and Dean takes Winarsih to the entrance. The sky began to darken and Dean paused for a moment in front of the door. “Not cold? Usual if out malem, the output is slippery ..” said Dean raised the cardigan used Winarsih. His wife just nodded. Dean continued his steps.

Shadow about the words of Winarsih, ‘Kasih Mas Toni’ was not entirely true. Toni, Musdalifah, rio and Sky, sitting in a room and being ‘party’ boba drinks and contemporary coffee. Looks like Rio's casting his sponsorship of guilt on Toni.

“Hei,” greet Dean. He entered the room and immediately pulled out a chair for Winarsih.

“Well, here it is.. uh, Bu Win come.” Toni waved at Winarsih.

And Winarsih smiled gently to return Toni's hand to her. His smile was exactly as he saw Dirja, Dita or Widi waving.

“Where? Wounded badly?” ask Dean directly. “Can road? Inhibit their activity or not? Inflict disease? Maintained?” Dean strafed Toni with questions intended on the victim.

“Not bad. His body is also big. He is, right, not bego. There's no way he's getting me gebukin.” Toni turned her seat around and lifted the front of the shirt. Along the line his ribs look blushing bluish. Toni has a bruise.

“Oh, safe. Any more injured?” dean asked with a serious face.

“At first Rey, push Mr. Mus to fall. That's why I sprained,” said Toni.

“OK, if Mr. Mus is injured, he can visit and nudu. You also visit. Trus?”

“Perhaps, if the Mus does not digasi stick T security guard to me, I will be the victim. Now I'm the victim,” said Toni rubbed his ribs.

“Wait—wait, this is what makes T stick bang the Rey?” ask Dean. Toni nodded. “OK. Which mus?” ask Dean again.

“Mus this ...,” replied Toni pointed to Musdalifah who was counting boba grains in a plastic cup.

“Oooh .. okee .. ngasi cane T. Okay ... ngasi stick T, huh? Where's the T stick? If it is nearby, it can be considered spontaneous. Self-defense. But if prepared in advance .. it could be a planned persecution. How's it? Who planned this persecution?” Dean was actually amused when he said that. The caliph who defended his superiors desperately reminded him of Ryan at the beginning of his secretary's tenure.

“So, De?” ask Toni.

“These secretaries that can be convicted. It fits to be left one night here,” replied Dean.

Ryan casually took out an unopened boba and handed it to Winarsih. While Musdalifah, suck the contents of the glass noisily.

To Be Continued