GENK DUDA ACUTE
54. Lunch Guests

Dean observed Mahda flicking the tip of her fingernail many times. Nails that are not too long indicate that the woman is cutting them for the convenience of using a computer keyboard. Rarely do women who often use the keyboard office job can lengthen their nails.

"Tell me, I'm horrified." Dean lowered his voice and made a shady look to look at Mahda.

“Rey was very jealous. We often make noise just because of the little things. I glanced at another guy, he said I was the rage. He saw me chatting with a guy, he said I spread charm. Small things are getting more and more frequent. Until finally one night, he picked me up and I was still getting ready. I fell asleep because of the exhaustion. He began to scream and scream. He said I wasn't prioritizing him. He's raging in my room. Crushed the stuff and I was thrown with the table lamp. Though ... Mama again outside. Angry mom. And that's not really Mama's first anger. Mama asked Rey to come home and Mama said she would reconsider our engagement. Mama does not agree. And ... Here I am. Although embarrassed because relatives already know I will marry, but I feel more relieved now. Actually .. Rey is good. Rey is royal and very loyal. Rey is also polite with parents. But ...he often can't control his anger. Several times he ... stuck my head. Be ill. I must be crying if I fight with him.” Mahda laughed heartily.

Dean nodded in understanding. “Actually it is manipulation. 99% of people do not change. When a man is nice, then suddenly gets grumpy and starts hitting, women will assume it's a phase. The woman will say, that her man will again turn kind and gentle. The rudeness is only khilaf. But ... It's not that easy. Because someone who is not good will repeat. By the way, you want to drink boba? It's my business,” Dean said, pointing to Rio's drink stand they're occupying.

“Nothing, later. I've been this snack a lot,” said Mahda.

“Mmm—kalo can tell, what age are you?” dean asked, putting a hand under his chin and looking at Mahda.

“27 years,” replied Mahda. “Such data should be married, right?” Mahda asked back.

“Still young and this is a big city. People won't think about it. Enjoy life while you can,” Dean said.

“Pacar you—”

“Wife,” replied Dean.

“Oh ...” Mahda nodded. “Usia? Sorry—”

“25 years old, pregnant.” Dean smiled again and made his eyes line up.

“The first child, huh? Definitely more friendly,” added Mahda.

“Fourth child. And really, again friendly. It should always be like that,” Dean said, laughing softly.

Mahda formed the letter ‘O’ long enough with her mouth. He could not hide the surprise. He then looked at Dean's performance more closely.

Just a moment ago he had only judged the appearance of his interlocutor at a glance. He was curious about the age of the man in front of him. But he can't go back to talking about age. His wife is 25? Fourth kid? Mahda's eyebrows are linked because they think about it.

“So ... Temen you are dating Rey?” ask Mahda.

“Maybe tomorrow is no,” replied Dean.

“Sebernya, pity if every girl who deket ama he had to break up. But ... Mama said, Rey's rudeness can certainly be more after marriage. Because he felt he had more rights. Like you said. It was a kind of manipulation.” Mahda looked at Dean's flat fingers propping up his chin. He looked down at his own fingers. In his heart he grimaced. He feels defeated. It made him curious about the 25-year-old woman, who was pregnant with the fourth child of the man in front of her.

“Not to think about that. Are not all things in this world created in pairs? Rey could get the wife of a wrestler or a karateka later. The problem will surely be solved. Really not?” Dean raised his eyebrows.

Mahda laughed and laughed for a long time.

In the car, Santoso lifted his forehead from the glass. “Customer service that's been laughing. It means Mr. De is closed. Soon handshake and smile with one corner of her lips.”

What Santoso said was immediately evident. Soon, Dean shook hands with Mahda and left.

Ryan patted Santoso's shoulder. “Great. But can not yet raise the salary.”

“Good,” says Santoso.

“Gimana—gimana? I can go to Wulan?” ask Toni. Dean just threw his body in the front seat.

“Lo tuh, yes! I just took a breath to say. Very noisy,” Dean's scolding.

“Lo guess Wulan doang who eats three times a day? Then we-we who are in this car do not think? Wow ... It turns out I think it hurts. Just this time I work without DP and not digubris.” Dean hit his left chest softly.

“Lebay! Where do I want to anter? Office lo?” said Toni.

“Enggak—. Don't go to the office. Anter to my house. We had lunch there. This is coming home,” Dean said.

Then, remembering something, Dean looked back. “Inget yes .. don't talk about me. The slightest bit is not allowed. Especially if I have a crush on me. Sanctions will be heavy. About the woman in the mobile phone POPO building, never happened.” Dean shows gesture buttoning his mouth.

In response, Ryan simply cleared his throat and fixed his seat. Santoso repeated gesture buttoning his mouth. Musdalifah closed his mouth.

“Oke, I was in the POPO building to say, So?” ask Dean to Santoso.

“Who? Who's going to the POPO building? Are we going there? Aren't we from the transport then straight to Mr Dean's house for lunch?” Raut Santoso looks very animating.

“Good. Pass!” dean said, back to front. “Lo loamy, right?” ask Dean to Toni.

“Learnest. FBI agents will cry because they are less likely to see Santoso,” Toni said, with a serious look.

“Not so, too, Ton. Not so too.” Dean glanced back at the street.

"Frightened, anyway." Toni sneered at Dean.

"My digital baby is still in good hands, Ton .... You know Amalia's mom. He once asked the principal to fire us both. Which mother asked her son to be fired?" Dean shook his head.

"Baby son-in-law, huh?" Toni chuckles.

"My anxiety is increasing as the ring of Bu Amalia has moved to the finger of Bu Winarsih. Imagine .... Studying abroad 7 years, the knowledge does not kepake at home."

“But your son wants four. At least that science is still good." Toni laughed out loud.

Musdalifah shuddered at the conversation of the two men in front of him. "Sir, am I going to Mr Dean's house too?" ask Musdalifah.

"Yes, come to Mr. Dean's house, yes .. I went to Wulan's house briefly.” Toni does not seem to have to wait for approval from her secretary, because she immediately drove the car to the Hartono family home.

Fifteen minutes later, Toni stopped her car on the lobby terrace. In the distance, Mr. Lutfi, the security guard who was on duty that day, was still standing next to the fence waiting for Toni's car to come out.

“Thank you, Sir .. I paid for the card, can I?” Dean unzipped his clutch.

“Diem, lo!” sergeant Toni, look back. “Mus, I'll leave you here. Don't misbehave. Eat a lot, yes .. don't want to be intimidated by these three lawyers. We pay, not for free. So you don't hesitate,” Toni's message to her secretary.

Hearing that, Dean narrowed his eyes. “Lo don't forget to news. Habit lo if it's good immediately silent,” said Dean.

“Cuma lo doang that is already delicious is still noisy,” reply Toni, chuckling.

“Go there! Shuh!” drive Dean. He then walked up the stairs into the house. Behind him Ryan, Santoso and Musdalifah followed in silence.

“Wiiin .. I went home from school and brought them. Want to work group. But ask for lunch first. Can, yes ...,” cried Dean starting from the living room.

To Be Continued