GENK DUDA ACUTE
66. The Beginning and End for Wulan

“It looks like before everything comes in, I have to check first that Rey is there or enggak.” Dean turned to the glass entrance next to which sat a security guard.

“Let me make sure, Sir.” Santoso offered himself.

“Do not,” cut Dean directly. “For this let me just. Rey could not be contacted. Most likely if metatengi many people at once, the receptionist can immediately say he does not exist. Up here all understand?” Dean gave a glance. “OK,” continued when no questions asked.

Dean then opened the door and his hand reached out to touch the middle dashboard drawer. All eyes watched him curiously. As he went back out and closed the car door, Dean smeared his lips in front of the windowpanes.

Ryan immediately snorted. “Have top gini very,” murmured Ryan. He realized that his boss had just smeared lip balm onto his lips.

“What the hell, Ryaaan ..” said Dean, tightening his tie.

“Ya, already. Who needs to come? I need to come?” tanya Toni, while adding a roll of shirt sleeves.

“Lo what to do?” ask Dean. “Lo don't have to come. Wait in the car. Others come in,” Dean said. He glanced at the half-dreaming Wulan. “Lan,” call Dean. The woman turned to Dean and looked at Toni.

“I wait here,” Toni said. Rubbing Wulan's arm while smiling.

“OK, I'm in first. Look hape lo,” Dean said, pointing at the pocket of his secretary's shirt. “Kalo I got a phone in ya,” pinta Dean. Ryan nodded.

Dean headed straight for the entrance with a confident step. He gave a small nod to the security guard before pushing the glass door and walking straight towards the receptionist.

“Good afternoon, Mr Rey is there, right?” ask Dean directly.

The receptionist in front of Dean scrutinized his display for a moment. “Pak Rey-nya—”

“I have an appointment,” cut Dean. “Pak Rey asked me this afternoon to his office.”

The receptionist in front of Dean silently weighed in for a moment. He then grabbed a phone plane.

“Sunday I came here, you didn't want to? I was the same Mr. Rey talking in his room. On the floor ...” Dean thought for a moment.

“Floor 3? Last week, huh? How am I not inget? A moment I asked first,” said the receptionist.

“Ya, already. Don't need to be asked. Later you even get scolded.” Dean smiled at the woman in front of him. Then, he grabbed the phone from his pocket and dialed Ryan's number.

“Come, now.” After hearing Ryan's reply, Dean put his phone back in his pocket.

The receptionist stood back and smiled sweetly at her desk as Ryan, Santoso, and Wulan walked into the small lobby.

“Who do you meet?” ask the receptionist again.

“Pak Rey's. On the third floor, right?” reset Dean. “You don't need to call Mr. Rey anymore. Later even scolded for letting all of us in. I just go straight,” said Dean. He looked back for a moment to see Ryan was ready with the file in hand.

Dean headed for the single elevator that was on the right side of the lobby. The office building is not very high. Only about five floors. And in front of him is the name of the official import export company owned by Rey.

Dean had to guess where to turn after arriving on the third floor. Wulan, who was close to Rey for a year, never entered the office.

While being confused choosing between the two doors he had to knock on, Dean immediately got an answer from within.

BRAKK!

“That's not true!” Rey's voice came from the room on the left.

“Ooohh .. This one,” murmured Dean.

GECK! GECK! GECK!

Dean knocked three times in a quick tone.

“Log in!!” rey shouted from inside.

Dean pushed the door open. And stepped in a little hasty. “Ayo—ayo, login. Sitting there,” invites Dean, showing a set of empty sofas in the corner of Rey's room to Ryan.

A young man who was seen had just been snapped by Rey, seeing the arrival of the guests was a little aghast. Three people flocked into the room and directly occupied the sofa. Wulan turned her head for a moment as she passed Rey's table sitting pecking. Rey turned out to be really not expecting the arrival of the group guests.

“Pak Rey, remember me?” dean asked, resuscitating the man.

“You're out there,” Rey told the young man in front of her. He watched the officer leave them all until the door closed perfectly.

“What's up?” ask Rey, looking at Dean. Then, he turned his seat to look at Wulan who was sitting on the sofa facing towards him. “Not seen for long, once met bring a crowd. Want what?” ask Rey to Wulan.

“Speaking with me. I'm Arista Wulandari's lawyer. Can we sit on the couch over there, Rey sir? Usually in my office, I immediately ask guests to sit on the sofa. I've been standing for five minutes not welcome to sit,” Dean's murmur, go walk to the sofa and sit next to Ryan.

Rey got up from her seat and walked towards the single sofa facing the four people who were staring at her.

“Mmm .. fine. I just hit the opener,” said Dean. “Previous Mr. Rey has been contacted by my client but there is no answer. The phone was not answered and the message was not answered. So I propose to have a live meeting so that all these problems are quickly finished.” Dean turned to his secretary and nodded.

Ryan took out some photographs, and a chronological letter of their investigation into Rey's CV. He put all the files on the table.

“Please read-read first,” Dean's advice, on Rey.

Rey frowned, but leaned over to take one photo from the table. Shuts changed. He grinned for a moment, then his jaw seemed to harden.

“The request is not much. We barter with this,” Dean said. He took a letter of agreement to buy shares. “Release Wulan company stock. Your money will be returned today. Ibu Wulan will also repay all her loans.”

“This coercion. If I don't want to how? Delicious, yes, Lan!” sindir Rey, look at Wulan.

Wulan returned Rey's gaze. “Enak how? All this time it was clear a business agreement. None of your funds are issued in person.”

“I don't want a wasted fuss. All the commotion must be clear as to what. If you refuse, this report on subsidized fertilizer smuggling will go to the police no later than tomorrow morning,” Dean said. “You just agree to buy and sell it. There will be no reports. But, I also advise to stop illegal harassment business like that. Not classy,” added Dean.

Rey threw the paper in her hand onto the table. “Where are you from? Begging your irresponsible ex-husband? Da? Tickled or loaned?” Rey stared intently at Wulan.

“Gue do not like, you know, my friend said irresponsible. Wulan was not begging from anyone. You're wrong to say that. Now you sign it now. Take out your agreement. Wulan will spend a sum of money that you already outin.” Dean lost his official accent when he heard Rey mention the irresponsible Toni.

“De,” call Wulan. For a moment he looked at Dean with a questionable gaze. Wulan was a little confused by the words that he would issue a current account to pay his debts. If Toni lent him, Toni would have to pay off some of her debts to Rey. Not him alone.

Dean returned Wulan's gaze with a nod intent on calming the woman down. Although he looked still confused, Wulan nodded.

Rey stood up from the sofa and walked towards her desk. He returned with a large brown envelope. Rey threw the envelope into the middle of the table.

Ryan swiftly picked up the envelope and researched its contents. He flipped through the paper put together with the steps and muttered in a soft voice due to his concentration of reading. He should do it as soon as possible. When Dean must face the main target with a clash of words or gazes, he must verify the letters as quickly as possible.

After making sure the dossier issued by Rey is a shareholding letter, Ryan immediately enforce his body.

“Pak De, okay all this,” said Ryan. “Total everything 2.2 billion. Loans and stock purchases.” Ryan reported from the numbers he had just doodled on paper.

“That's all?” dean asked, reassuring his hearing. Ryan nodded. “Jiaaah .. kirain was fantastic. Why not just do it, anyway? Pake all pinjem events. He said dear ...,” Dean quipped. He took out a giro bilyet along with a savings book.

“What is this, De?” ask Wulan.

“That's a checking account on your behalf. From my friend who said he was not responsible,” Dean quipped again.

“Lo is a lot of bacots, yeah!” sergeant Rey.

“Emang! If there is not a lot of money, I am not rich. Don't make any more noise, lo! There's still something unfinished. So! Eject!” dean Pinta.

“Ready, Sir!” Santoso who has been in the role of directly upholding the body and advancing the location of his seat. “Good, Mr. Rey. Now we get into a criminal case between Mr. Rey and Mr. Toni. We agree now that both sides will retract their respective reports.” Santoso issued a letter of agreement that they had prepared.

“Licik really, well, your ex-husband. Cowardly, cynical” Rey looks at Wulan.

“Don't mistake me again! That sly one is me. Not him! Uda, signature hunt! Don't tell me if you don't want to? I have met your ex-boyfriend. Wulan also has a visa for violence that you sell. If I make a report, Mahda will appear as a witness. Mending lo baek-baek, deh. Real work.” Dean sniggered in his heart. When is Wulan divisum?

“Lo emang—”

“Eh, wait. There's a phone coming in,” Dean said, he fingered his suit pocket. When he saw the name on the phone screen, his face immediately changed. “This is me, nih. You just continue to say it's okay to look like I'm working again,” Dean said to Rey.

“Halo? Yes, Win? There's still some business outside. It wasn't long today, so go home. Why, Honey?” dean asked, then he was silent for a moment. “Iya .. later Mas buy. Still in office temen—eh not temen.” Dean looked at Rey's angry face. Shortly after, Dean ended his conversation.

“Already, Sir?” ask Santoso.

“Numbered, So. My photo first. From there it's okay.” Dean handed Santoso his phone. Understandingly, Santoso took Dean many times with a cell phone camera and handed him back to his boss.

“Mest it?” asked Ryan, frowning.

“Gue is improving the quality of service. New improved. I send a photo so that she is more trusting and happy to see the good looks of her husband in the afternoon,” said Dean smiling.

“Ihhh,” hiss Ryan.

To Be Continued