GENK DUDA ACUTE
51. Origin of Loyal Secretaries (3)

The dark room was so messed up. Dean was clearly in the dark due to his creamy suit. Ryan could see his boss sitting back on the sofa and kicking all the things that were within his reach. One of his hands was on the collar of Mr. Valentino's shirt.

Ryan didn't see how many times Dean hit the guy. Three men who were in a state of heavy drunk, making them difficult to get up when getting a kick of his superior foot.

Ryan stood back to the door. At the same time Dean raised his hand to hit Mr. Valentino again, Ryan screeched.

“Stop, Sir!” Ryan felt his body being pushed. Security officers entered the room. And he saw that Dean threw his body on the couch. It seems Dean is still aware of the surrounding situation.

“Stop! Stop!” shouted the security. “This wire,” said the officer later. He was aware of the presence of important people in the room. Of course the important person is Mr. Valentino and other bosses who are members of the club.

Six years ago, Dean was just a determined 27-year-old man. People do not know him because he has only been in Indonesia for the past two years. Ryan hurriedly approached his superior. He remembered what Dean had said before. He can't get drunk. It must be because there's something important to do. His boss also said that the night was decisive, the length or not of his time at work.

“I'll make a report.” Ryan seemed to get courage from a bottle of energy drink that he had just gulped.

“It's a regular ruckus at the club,” the officer said. “Can be completed in management office.”

Before long a man in a tie came to the crowd. “Yes, this is common. The commotion of drunk people,” said the man.

“Cannot. This is my client. He's here to see Mr. Valentino. Suddenly he was hit. You guys call the police, or me? I wait for the good faith of this club right now.” Ryan spoke out loudly after leaning on his boss to sit up straight.

“Eh, Ryan .. I'm nause—gue nausea.”

“Father has the right to remain silent until we meet the authorities,” Ryan said.

“Keren ...,” murmured Dean, with eyes half closed.

“We're the only ones who contacted. Wait a minute—severa, turn on the lights!” pinta men berdasi, who apparently wear a badge name that says, ‘Manager Operational’.

When the lights came on, Ryan was a little surprised. Dean's clothes were so brilliant, now dirty patterned shoe tread. The corner of his upper lip was bleeding from the first blow earlier. Dean fell asleep leaning on the couch.

It was Ryan's first day of work. He plays his superior lawyer who is gang-raped in a nightclub. His superior who started the commotion, but managed to bear the status of a victim. Some people are affected by the positive effects of using illegal drugs.

Ryan drove to the police station for the first time. He completed Dean's report as a victim.

Late at midnight, after leaving the police station, Dean slept in the car after vomiting several times. Ryan offered to drive the boss home. But her boss insisted that she should go home conscious. The reason is quite simple.

“Gue don't want to click on me. I'm gonna take a little nap. You are there.”

Dean who looks so haughty and fierce turns out to be afraid of his mother. Before going to bed he warned not to answer all incoming calls. And the next two hours Ryan was sitting in a car still parked in the courtyard of the police station.

Ryan managed to deliver his boss at two in the morning. That night he fell asleep in the guest room of the Hartono family home.

Two days later, Dean smiled at the tablet in his hand.

“Yan! Here lo,” call Dean.

After he approached, Dean showed the news he had been staring at with a smile.

The law firm's name is sticking out. Danawira’s Law Firm that defends the rights of insurance customers to cause a commotion in the nightclub.

“Congratulations, Sir.” Ryan smiled sincerely at his boss. He was a little amazed. Dean is so hard at work proving who he is, even though he can relax enjoying the wealth of parents.

In his six-year journey with Dean, not a few stories of waking up that they lived together.

Ryan watched how Dean once laughed proudly at his case victory. Ever throw a glass at someone who makes fun of him. Dean often quarreled with the women who came to his office. Dean was also once grim looking out the window that later Ryan knew the cause was, the housekeeper his boss stopped working.

Ryan was once woken up in the early hours only to find a tiny necklace for his boss's married capital. The man she knew as the chameleon, eventually married his own maid. The maid who Ryan believes must have been targeted by her boss since the first day of work. Ryan was satisfied to see how his boss was knee-jerk, manut, in a simple woman.

Ryan's mind returned to the room where Dean was still chuckling patting Santoso's shoulder to encourage the man to round up Toni's secretary.

“Pak,” call Ryan. Dean's still busy with Santoso. “Pak!” ryan exclaimed, raising his voice.

“Ih, what, anyway! Shouting.” Dean closed his ear.

“What do you want? I do a lot of work,” Ryan said.

“You what? Yes, let's get excited for Santoso.” Dean chuckled back.

Ryan threw a stern look. The time was wasted just to see Santoso and Musdalifah who threw opposite stares.

“I'm back in the room, yes.” Ryan's up.

“Do not, we leave soon.” Dean glanced at the clock on his wrist. “Ton! Departing now?” ask Dean to his best friend.

“Ke man—oh, yes! There ya?”

“Where, Sir?” ask Ryan.

“Memuin his ex-girlfriend Rey. I told Toni, little bit. Lent it a long way. Lo has to come. Santoso and the Mus must also come along. Love is there because it is used to.” Dean giggles.

“Ngaco! Hih!” Musdalifah put his phone in a bag.

“Be careful so overthinking ...,” murmured Dean. Musdalifah feigning deafness churning out the contents of her bag.

“Mau found aja, chick anyway. Why should I wear a gini vest?” ryan's Protest. He felt Dean that day had an excess of energy for fun. While he himself had to accumulate work to serve his boss to play around.

“Must follow all. Definitely a part of work. The feeling of you getting older is getting fussy yes, Yan ..” Dean is standing. Put both hands in his pants pocket and looked at Ryan from top to bottom. “Ckckck .. the aura of your fathers is more than I.”

Ryan snorted and got up lazily.

“Eh, wait. I bales order Wulan first.” Toni ducked on top of her phone and typed fast.

“Cie .. have chat-chat. What's he talking about? Kangen ‘Sayang’?” Dean poked his head out, peeking at Toni's message.

Toni who felt being peeked, turned her seat. After typing the message, Toni immediately stood up. “Come, game. Wulan is not feeling well. I'd like to stop by his house with lunch.”

“Not feeling well? Not likely. You must have chatted him first. Nanya, ‘Honey have eaten?’. Lo lagak, Ton .... I've memorized your behavior since toddler.”

Toni doesn't care what Dean says. “Ryan .... I have always been amazed because I have survived so far. Lo is the cutting edge of Danawira’s real Law Firm.”

Toni embraces Ryan's shoulder and breezes out of the room. Santoso followed behind Ryan.

Dean who was left with Musdalifah looked at each other.

“What? Want to be embraced too? There go first,” pinta Dean, on Musdalifah.

“May Pak Toni live a long life. Be healthy always, Mr. Toni ..” murmured Musdalifah. He then stepped out of the room.

Dean looked at Musdalifah and sneered.

To Be Continued