GENK DUDA ACUTE
59. Foster Child Quarrels

Dean exited the room and rushed down two steps at once. From above he had heard the sound of people talking to each other from the front of the family room. But when he got there, no one spoke.

“Why? How, diem?” Dean looked at her.

Ryan sat down with the television remote in his hand. He turned to Dean and saw his boss's hair half wet and down covering his forehead. It seemed that Dean felt where his gaze was going, as the man instantly restored his hair.

“Abis eat, very sultry. So I took a shower. All going out with the gentlemen, to Beer Garden.” Dean looked at his secretary as he said that. “Partially, right, I wasn't long above.” Dean further extended his explanation. However, a moment later he fell silent.

“Panas—” hiss Ryan. He looked up at every corner of the wall of the house that was plastered by AC. Another 5 PK standing AC unit located in the corner of the dining room. Want to wear a thick sweater at lunch too, it does not seem to be a problem. Ryan grunts.

“Apaan, hell, lo. I'm like a girl. I have the last name Danawira. So you can not object, make a claim, let alone appeal.” Dean finally realized that he actually did not need to give an explanation.

“I have nothing to say.” Ryan moved the television channel back to life.

“The expression inem lo contains many comments,” Dean said. He approached Ryan and sat down next to his secretary.

Then Dean's gaze shifted to Musdalifah sitting in the corner of the sofa with a separate position from the others. “This is why? Not yet LDR already,” said Dean, staring at Santoso and Musdalifah.

“Ngaco,” Musdalifah. He then put the clock in his hand.

“What is groggy because there is Mas Santoso?” dean asked, looking at Musdalifah. He felt a little sorry to see the Musdalifah more silent than ever since they arrived.

“Regularly ...,” soft Musdalifah.

“Or are you stressed? Take out your stress now,” pinta Dean.

“Pak Santoso,” call Musdalifah. “Out there,” Musdalifah said.

“Ha?” Santoso, who was checking his phone, looked up with a confused look.

“Sabar .. your boss comes home for a while, takes a shower. Get the fuck out of here. Maybe there's something he'll take before you go home.”

Ryan chuckled at the words of Musdalifah. “So how?” ryan asked his boss. “The case is Toni's advanced, isn't it? The agent is done, right? The bill came in.” Ryan took his tablet and scrolled the screen to open the email.

“Udah come with the bill,” murmured Dean. He took the tablet out of Ryan's hand. “Big expensive. But his job is just that. Which brings up my picture too. They just need to find supporting evidence.” Then Dean threw Ryan's tablet onto the couch.

“So when to get paid? If we transfer they will directly send the invoice,” added Ryan again.

“Guayaan use invoice,” murmur Dean.

“So it's payable, no?” reiterate Ryan again.

“Bill to Toni. He's the one who profited from it,” Dean said.

“So Sir? What is the collected material used for?” Santoso shifted his seat towards Dean.

Dean took a deep breath leaning his back against the sosa. He wore black jeans and a long-sleeved green shirt that he rolled up to his elbow. Her hair covered her forehead because of the effect of shampoo and conditioner that Winarsih had worn on her.

“Lo should not sit here, So .. Mbak Mus's view will not stop at you, as his gaze sweeps from the right side. Sitting here,” said Dean turned his head to his left.

“Baik—baik,” says Santoso, switch seats. He sat next to Ryan. Musdalifah is far to his left. “Mbak Mus just don't want to sit near me, yeah …. We can be friends first. Am I less handsome than Mr Dean?” Actually, this is a form of Santoso's satire on Musdalifah, which he had noticed since he could not be separated from looking at Dean.

“All men are handsome in the eyes of the right woman. Mr. Santoso is also handsome. But not in my eyes,” said Musdalifah, replying to the words of Santoso.

“Start again ...,” says Ryan. “Padahat was calm for a while.” Ryan looked at Santoso and Musdalifah in turn.

“Kalo Novi maternity leave later, I can leave, right?” ask Ryan. Touching the end of the television remote he was holding onto Dean's knee.

“Bby. But you have to find someone who can replace you. Actually a bit of a hassle this .. you husband and wife leave, we husband and wife no one helps.”

“Assistant Bu Win, it already exists. Employee Danawira’s longest. Bu Fitri.” Ryan reminds Dean of one of the Danawira’s employees who first greeted him from behind a desk. If Bu Fitri had not asked him to go straight into Dean's room, he probably would never have worked with his boss.

“That's her mother's assistant Dirja. Who's replacement, Yan? How long are you going to leave?” dean asked, lowering his voice. “Lo no stock temen cewe, which is cute to make secretary?” Dean chuckles at Ryan's ugly face. He knew that Ryan would be upset to hear his words.

“Bikin trouble aja,” nagging Ryan. “Later if my hearing is not good same Bu Win. No, ah. Given the way Mr. De has been doing so far, I am worried that I will accept the overflow of responsibility. No need to use a replacement. It even makes me worry. What's it doing anyway, anyway? There is no repentance.” Ryan poked his lips at Dean. It seems to his boss that life is a challenge. He was tired of dealing with problems involving women.

“Make funny-lucuan only. Entar if I go to trial, which follows me from behind the girl wearing a short skirt, use heels, run-running—"

“Continue falling upside down, because I pushed from behind. It must be funny,” continued Winarsih. “Search, Mr. Ryan. Tie according to the criteria just mentioned the same superior. This time I asked.”

The four humans in the living room instantly fell silent due to Winarsih's arrival. A second later, Musdalifah almost spouted a stifled laugh. However, getting a sharp glare from Dean, he immediately took out a small urn of table decoration and observed the thing closely.

“I'm joking, Win ..” said Dean, half standing grabbing his wife's hand and taking her on the couch. Ryan immediately stood up to make room for his superior wife.

“From his tone it is not kidding,” said Winarsih in a flat tone. Ryan stepped aside to a single sofa that was closer to the television.

“The joke—joke,” cut Dean, hugged Winarsih and kissed the woman's cheek with her wet lips. Winarsih hit her husband's thigh with an annoyed expression. However, Dean caught his wife's hand and again placed Winarsih's palm on top of her manhood.

It turned out that the scene was seen by Santoso and Musdalifah simultaneously. Then they look at each other. Santoso's gaze softened, while Musdalifah took a piece of tissue and gush his nose.

“Hei ... sorry yes, so long wait.” Toni's voice rang out from the porch of the house. He changed his clothes to be more relaxed. Wearing jeans and a fine plaid beige shirt with simple brown loafer shoes.

“Gue wants to sleep again, ni ..” welcome Dean.

“Where are you chatting? Here or in Beer Garden?” toni asked, throwing his body between Musdalifah and Santoso.

“Di Beer Garden is also okay,” Dean said. He was still holding Winarsih's hand. A little glanced at his wife's look to see the reaction.

“Depart what time?” ask Winarsih to her husband.

“It's okay soon too,” replied Toni. He felt Dean was a little awkward. Dean's hands extended around his wife's shoulders and relentlessly patted her.

Toni wondered in her heart what she wanted her best friend to calm down. On the phone, Dean sounded very cheerful. Santoso and Musdalifah also sat stiffly. Toni felt like she was sitting in the middle of the archway.

“Iya, not yet, kok,” Dean said. He glanced at Toni. His best friend's gaze settled on Winarsih's shoulder the place where his hand was still patting. He wanted to answer but it was impossible at the time.

Suddenly Winarsih got up. “Ya, already. If so, I change my clothes first. I want to come,” said Winarsih. He waltzed leisurely leaving Dean unconscious from his shock.

“Please, Bu Win ...,” replied Toni, smiling. “Tumben lo invite,” Toni said after seeing Winarsih climb the big stairs.

“Enggak—tadi gini plan,” replied Dean.

Ryan laughed from behind the couch. “So which plan do we use?” ryan asked, looking back.

“This is outside the plan ...," murmured Dean.

To Be Continued