GENK DUDA ACUTE
50. Origin of Loyal Secretaries (2)

Ryan stood very close to his boss who was talking. He heard everything Dean said, because in the room everyone had to half-cry in order to be heard.

“So, your boss again what?” dean asked the woman who was on her waist. “Udah drunk or not?” ask Dean to make sure.

“Half drunk. But there is still less medicine ... still waiting,” said the woman.

“The city has not come yet? I also want to, deh. Make additional energy,” said Dean.

Ryan was guessing what his boss was talking about. Half drunk? Still lacking medication? A town? Narcobah?

“Eh, that's it. I'm going in first. You followed, yes .. you promised,” said the woman, on her tiptoes with the intention of asking for a kiss.

Ryan saw how his boss was quickly holding onto the woman's chin. “Sabar, Darling .. kasian kelo kelo ngeliat us here friendly-mesraan.”

“Followly,” said the woman, then left them. Before long he called a man who looked like a servant, passing by.

“That's the city for this club,” Dean said. Ryan immediately looked in which direction his superior looked. The woman with the red tank top was whispering in the dark. Before long a small pack of things changed hands.

“So, how now, sir?” ask Ryan.

“Now, I want to use a sneaky way. Because he's more cunning. News about the chief director of the insurance company, whose new hobby of drunken ecstasy I got two weeks ago. So I'm waiting for him to get drunk. I also got drunk before I got there. You .. cannot be drunk. Length or unwillingness you work with me, determined tonight.” Dean reached into his pocket to pick up a lighter. Turn it on and then reach out his hand.

Within five minutes, a man in a black vest approached them. “You got a message, Sir?” ask the waiter.

Dean nodded. “Not worth noting. Easy to grin. Bacardi's triple, a can of gin tonic and a bottle of stamina-boosting drink for him. And also ... two bottles of mineral water.” Dean pointed at Ryan with his chin. “Tonight, he needs stamina and must be spirited.”

Ryan felt insinuated by the words of his new boss. He straightened the body and allowed the tie to be placed. Does he look lethargic that's why Dean said that?

Ordering a drink there didn't take long. Shortly after, their order arrived.

Ryan watched his boss open a can of gin tonic and pour it into a tall glass filled with Bacardi and some ice cubes.

“I actually can't stand drinking. Can nausea smaleman. But ... today, I have to get drunk.”

Ryan was trying to understand what his boss was going to do. He saw Dean's eyes can not be separated looking at the corner room where the insurance director is located. Two pairs of humans were seen pushing through the door of the room and into it.

After a very long time, Ryan began to realize something. Dean poured a can of gin tonic and shook it over his glass.

“Udah out, Sir.” Ryan took the empty can out of Dean's hand.

“Oh, already abis. I'm stuck, huh? Drinks are gone too? Abyssin. Let's make it more fierce. I guess I gini ..” Dean chuckles.

“Udah, Sir. My father was drunk. Now how?” Ryan was getting anxious. Dean looked really serious about his drunkenness.

“Now ... let's get in there. Let the party go. Hahaha ..” Dean stood up, leisurely walking around the balcony until he arrived across the street. He stood in front of the door tightening his tie and briefly tidying his hair. “Where? Still charming?” ask Dean.

“Pastya, Sir.” Ryan nodded steadily.

“Good. Licking is human. The important thing is that your work is good.” Dean patted Ryan on the shoulder, then walked into the room.

Ryan felt blind for a moment. It was dark outside. But colorful lights that rotate in all directions, still help his eyesight. For a moment he blinked his eyes adjusting his vision. And there he saw rich men shaking their heads in music. Someone was kissing with one hand into the clothes of the woman next to him. The smell of liquor, cigarette smoke, shouting, and the beat of music made him gasp for an instant.

“Pak Valentino ..” greet Dean.

“I asked to see you, Father can not continue .. happened to meet here.” Dean chuckled back. “Hey, beautiful is also this one. Whose name?” Dean turned to the woman who had just escaped from the old man named Valentino. Dean held the woman's hand.

“You don't have the chauffeur, yeah. The bar! There is no manners. You think this is a public event? It's a private event!” The one named Valentino shifted his seat. Stay away from Dean. Ryan inched backwards until his feet touched the large speaker on the floor.

“Hey, don't do that .. I just want to talk about my customer's demands. Create a discussion forum, dong. At your headquarters. Kasian, you know. You guys here are frolicking, but eat the crowd's money.”

The man named Valentino did not respond to Dean. He pulled the hand of the woman next to Dean, to move nearby.

“I said, you know.” Dean laughs. His eyes looked through everything on the table, then he took out a bottle of mineral water. “Can you request?” tanyakanya.

Mr. Valentino doesn't patronize Dean at all. The man continued to make out.

“Ih, you want to, anyway, same old man. He must stink. Huek!” Dean demonstrated the scene of vomiting, then shuddered.

Ryan grimaced and closed his mouth. What else ... what else will this gentriknya boss make.

“Mending you is the same as me,” Dean said. Pull the woman's hand.

“Dean ...,” call the woman who just met them outside. The woman was in the bathroom when they arrived.

“Hei! I'm with you this one, can I?” ask Dean. Back pulling hand of woman who looks like is ‘lover’ Mr. Valentino.

“What's up, anyway?” asked a man standing from the end of the sofa to approach the small commotion.

“Usir aja, this tick! Just interrupt! She begging for her client.”

“Kutu? If fleas are this good, what are you? A salmonella? Bacteria causing diarrhea? Hahaha ..” Dean laughed out loud.

Not intentionally. Ryan laughed out loud. And that's where the mistake was. He's careless.

BUGS!

The half-drunk man came into the fray earlier, hitting Dean's jaw. And that's the first time Ryan has witnessed the madness of his boss. Dean stood staggered.

STOOP!

Dean turned the table. Suddenly everything on the table fell to the floor. Dozens of bottles of the drink broke and the expensive brandy fell. The women stood towards the exit. And three heavily drunk men approached, intending to gang up on him.

“Hei! Oi! Call security!” Ryan called one of the women, but nobody bullied him. “Hei! Girls!” No one saw him. Ryan opened the door and looked his head out.

“Girl! Ma'am! Ih, what call it, anyway. No one is squirming.” Ryan was silent for a second. Then, “Say! Call security, dong, Darling ...” Ryan gave his sweet smile to the two women who came out last.

“OK, Mom. Directly we call,” said one of them.

“Have to use ‘Sayang’ turned out. It's also hard for all the women here, dear ones.” Ryan closed the door.

To Be Continued