GENK DUDA ACUTE
52. Sekompi

In front of an office building, Dean and Toni have a small argument about who they're driving to. After being decided to use Toni's car, another problem arose.

“Kan I said also earlier that .. use your car only. Let's get you anter back here. Not cool if split up the car,” said Dean. He opened the front passenger door and boarded. Ryan and Santoso headed straight for the back seat. While Musdalifah and Toni, up to the middle seat.

“We're not long, are we, De?” toni asked, a little worried that Wulan would be waiting for her lunch.

“Lo very noisy, yes ... this is for the comfort of one part of your body as well. Follow napa first, anyway.” Dean grumbled with his left elbow resting on the car door.

“Gue only want mastiin only. Kasian, right, he said again not feeling well.” Toni grimaces.

“Eh, by the way, who's driving? How come everyone's sitting in the back?” Dean turned his seat around and saw four people already sitting neatly in their seats. “Lo why sit behind, Ton?”

“Iya, yes ...,” muttered Toni, then got off and circled the car to sit behind the wheel.

Actually, it's very funny. But the other three humans who were in the car, were already in the tired stage of laughing. They only curse in their hearts about the stupidity of their superiors. Especially Ryan. He just bawled at Dean's nagging.

The car then drove through morning traffic. It's ten o'clock, the traffic flow is quite smooth considering the morning absence hour has passed. Dean asks Toni first to go to a crowded shopping area. The area includes the parent market area where various distributors of basic goods are located.

“Where to, anyway, De?” ask Toni. “The road is really ugly. Why not the government, yes?” Toni slow down the speed of their vehicles so that the entire passenger does not jump because the car through the hole.

“Lo loy, dong, this is the area where ...,” muttered Dean. “It is at least a month. Every day that enters the big-gede vehicle. The manager cannot complain either. Which makes it broken, they are also.” Dean turned to a truck that stopped on the left shoulder of the road.

“We stop where?” ask Toni.

“Wait .... I got some info from someone. He said the warehouse was here. I just want mastiin, what stuff. I, really, really doubt. Because it does not fit my initial shadow.”

“Ya, what? Lo's clear, dong. So mysterious,” said Toni. He looked back at the clock on his left hand.

“Stop in front,” says Dean. He pointed to the empty shoulder of the road as a stop. He then looked down slightly at the left rearview mirror to look back. “Mmmm—it's men coming out, wear blue shirt. He just so happens to be alone again. Well, this is like, suitable for Ma'am Mus's duties. Ask ‘sell fertilizer in small party no?’ that's aja. Trus back here.” Dean looked back.

Musdalifah was a little surprised. He grabbed the bag and walked away from Dean who stuck his head out. “My pocket?” ask Musdalifah. He sat right behind the chair Dean was sitting in.

Dean turned the body back to face forward. “Hayoo ... where is the loyalty and solidarity of subordinates to their superiors? Mr. Toni so well guarantee himself for 15 tah—”

BRAKK!

“Waduh!” Dean held his chest. The new caliph came out and slammed the door. “It turns out that this installment is indeed sensitive. Faster than I thought.” Dean chuckles.

“Geblk!” as Toni said, to her friend.

Dean saw Musdalifah talking to the man in the blue shirt. Five minutes later, the woman was back in the car.

“Not sold in small party. Want to buy a large amount, have not entered the goods because it was just brought. Be sent. Report finished,” Musdalifah said.

“Such an infonya. That means there are a lot of direct buyers. Practices are almost blatant. Backing is as strong as it is,” Dean said.

“What, anyway? Curious,” Toni said again.

“Entar. Now we're going again. Go to the freight company. Lo chat Wulan now. Say, ‘Wait, Mas, Darling.’ I think you're gonna be a little late. Not good if it's better to keep pouting again,” Dean said.

Without asking again, Toni took out her phone again and typed for a while. After he finished, he re-entered the gears and drove.

“Well, see who works next. Depending on the male or female to be asked.” Dean stared at the street.

“Lo regular emang nyari himself like gini? Not using a third-party agent?” ask Toni.

“They're looking for info, I'm mastiin again. They check. I'm re-check. Uh, by the way, Ton ... Rey what's the news? There's no Wulan nelfon, is there? Or datengin Wulan?” Dean slightly turned his seat to face Toni.

“Wulan no say, anyway ...” Toni concentrated on the street in front of her.

“He didn't ask, De. How am I gonna help you? He didn't ask me for help,” complained Toni. His voice suddenly became so serious.

"Get him sure, Toni. Let's plant something ...." Dean was silent, then looked back. "There are a lot of audiences. Consultation postponed. I'm worried about two unmarried people here" Dean said. Staring at Musdalifah and Santoso alternately.

“Communication which part?” ask Toni.

“Lo road slowly, we stop at the back of that car.” Dean pointed at a mini bus and Toni stopped the car right behind him.

After their car stopped, Dean again observed their situation from the rearview mirror. Then, he looked back.

Musdalifah immediately clutched his bag.

“Yang down Mbak Musdalifah again?” tanya Santoso who had been sitting in the back.

“Engah, ah!” sergeant Musdalifah.

“Why?” ask Santoso.

“Capek,” replied Musdalifah, still staring at Dean's frowning look at him.

“Pantes tired,” says Santoso.

“Why?” Musdalifah asked back.

“From yesterday Mbak Mus ran around in my mind,” replied Santoso.

“Gosh, Santoso ...” Ryan grimaced and shuddered at his tablet.

“Can be aja, yes ...” Tony laughed from the front seat.

Dean clapped his hands. “Bravo! So! This time, you should go down. In the transport, the employees are cewe. I think it fits the sentences, lo. Ask if there's a large shipment to Situbondo. There, hunted!” Dean looked back ahead.

Quickly, Santoso got up from his seat. A moment later he had tidied up the look of his hair and tie on the window glass of the outside car. Musdalifah had to put his bag on the glass of the car to block the reflection of Santoso who was smiling widely and rubbing his mini beard.

“Wulan bales what?” dean asked, seeing Toni flipping through her messaging app.

“Sheets, ‘Iya, nothing.’ That's doang.”

“Lo have you talked to Mami Lo? About Wulan?” ask Dean.

“Belom. From yesterday I was outside kept,” Toni said.

“Rio yesterday there was a suggestion, it seems suitable to try. You also have to be persuasive to Mami lo,” Dean said.

Not how many doors the car reopened and Santoso back inside.

“There, Sir. Just leaving. Situbondo, 3 tons.” Santoso spoke while heading towards his seat.

“Well, actually means.” Dean looked back at Toni. “Kalo so we are now heading to the mobile gallery of the brand POPO. This time there is no need for Mus or Santoso, or Ryan. I immediately went down. I know you all must be tired,” Dean said.

“Halah!” grunt Ryan, from behind.

“What, anyway, Ryaaaan …. Sensi very,” said Dean, tightening his tie.

To Be Continued

Btw, call the name DEAN is still DEAN as usual. No, DIN, yes .... There just happened to be something like that:D