Has Been Hanged
21. Arrive Late

The sound of a bang on the door of the room obliterates the end of the dream and instantly collapses instantly. Lost without a trace, whatever he dreamed just now. It only felt so heavy when it got up and stepped fast towards the door. While grabbing a towel to cover his exposed shoulder sleeves. Little remember the message Shahdan gave him last night.

"Mas Hendra,?" greet Ratria.

Hendra stood up with a waiting expression as Ratria opened the door. Secretly for a moment to see the face of ayu wake up without a veil with beautiful hair scattered in a mess.

"Ratria you just woke up, huh,? It's almost seven o'clock. Our schedule is moved on suddenly. It's not eight anymore" Hendra said, trying to calm down. Although actually worried and in a hurry.

"Cock out of the blue, mas,?" ask wonder Ratria. The girl hid behind the door with part of her face and shoulders covered in a visible towel.

"Sir Leo got an email from the committee almost in the morning. And just reported to us at dawn. You haven't seen him, have you,?" asked Hendra fluttering. And Ratria shook her head.

"I haven't slept in half a night, mas. Hot, my room AC's busted like. It can't be claimed" said Ratria.

"Your body is not awake,?" asked Hendra smiling. Ratria shook his head in doubt.

"My alarm is dead, mas. I'm getting caught again" Ratria said truthfully. And Hendra nodded in understanding.

"Alright, you quickly prepare, Ratria. If you have to be late, you go to our hall. You remember the way to the airport hall, right,?" asked Hendra wrongly. Ratria quickly nodded. Not wanting to be a burden.

"Yes, mas. Kususul. You guys go first. I will try to hurry up" Ratria promised by pointing at the sign that he would close the door immediately.

"okay, Ratria. Get ready quietly" Hendra smiled. The man turned around and hurried to leave the hallway of Ratria's room.

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Because it was already slow, Ratria felt relaxed while preparing. Feeling sure if it was not just him who would come late for the seminar in the hall this morning. Said not to know the latest change, would be his weapon.

And try to look as perfect as possible as usual.

The writing of the airport hall on the board hung, already visible at the end of the hallway from where Ratria was walking. Glanced at the pretty watch on the hand that was still pointing at half-eight. An idea came about because his stomach felt so sore. When the moon came, hunger would make Ratria raise his hand.

Beautiful girl hooded with fashionable appearance, middle feel good with a cup of fresh milk without warm sugar and a piece of avocado pudding. Not going into the hall, but Ratria actually veered into the cafe gaul beside the hall.

"Ehm, here apparently,?" a sharp reprimand accompanied the sitting of a man in front of Ratria, quite a startling daydream.

"Sir Shahdan,?!" ratria did not expect. The man who looked brighter in the bright morning was like a ghost.

"Quick spend it, after that come in with me. This cafe has so many cctv. The logo on your pin is so clearly legible" said Syahdan with a soft but very audible.

"Schedule eight, why was it changed at seven all of a sudden? Mr Shahdan who changed? Is it common to mix personal business with work? It's good to be important," murmured Ratria but Shahdan heard.

"You think I'm instant with my current position. Obviously, when I went through my apprenticeship, I never stole time. Abusing trust like you. Such a trait will hinder your success" Shahdan explained with an authoritative aura. The impression of his wild demeanor last night, gone as if he had never done it.

"I'm going inside now, sir," Ratria suddenly became disinclined. The girl stood up from the chair.

"spent first. You will be more difficult to succeed if you menubadzkan something that you have bought and have," said Syahdan meaningfully. As if his words were implying an intent. Ratria felt insinuated once again.

"It's over, Mr. Shahdan," Ratria said after finishing the warm fresh milk until the last drop.

"Rap your mouth" said Shahdan as he poked the tissue box at the table. The man was still in his chair.

Ratria pulled out a piece of tissue. Drying his lips and around his mouth slowly. Smile when aware if the tip of the lips and mouth has wet milk marks. Glanced at Air Asia's manager who had stood up and left his desk quietly. Ratria rushed over in haste.

"Sir Shahdan himself why not enter the hall,?" ask Ratria quietly behind Mr. Shahdan.

"Don't think I'm the same as you. From the early morning I've come, given my welcome and now is my break time." Shahdan replied slowly as he continued walking.

Ratria glanced back at the watch. Eight in less than five minutes. True to his belief, several people with logo pins on the same chest as his, were still seen queuing in front of the entrance into the hall. He felt not so wrong and relieved.

"People like you are pretty much. Quickly go inside" said Shahdan, stopping and pulling over. The man had no intention of entering.

Ratria spoke again with Shahdan. Some of the participants appeared to come again and would pass through the same door as Ratria.

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The show had finished even faster than the time Air Asia manager had told Ratria last night. The socialization seminar of the two major national companies was completed before the Ashar Adhan began.

Of course, this is very encouraging for almost all participants of the selected invitation.

"Rat, we go for a walk now how about,?" hendra asked Ratria. They were just the two of them heading towards the hallway of the room in the dormitory. Mr. Leo, Miss Siska and Galih have escaped first out of nowhere. They don't go to the room first.

"Mas Hendra said, yesterday was over, right? Yes yes, yes, mas. I want to rest first in the room," Ratria refused gently to Hendra.

"That's it, Rat. Let's rest first. It's good to feed energy. Bye, Istarahatlah," said Hendra after arriving in front of Ratria's room.

"Yes, my mom." The girl nodded and opened the door of her room.

And Hendra passed after Ratria could no longer be seen behind the door.

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The car carrying Ratria and Shahdan had stopped outside the high fence of a magnificent cluster house. The Arka driver who had been memorized Ratria rushed down for a while to push the automatic button of the gate. There is no security guard.

"Whose house is this, sir,?" ratria asked after refraining from making a sound while on the way from the airport. Because Shahdan who sat with the driver in front just silent and did not invite him to talk.

"My parents' house. They want to see you" said Shahdan briefly from the front.

Ratria. Given if the parents of Shahdan who will be met, is the son and daughter-in-law of the late grandfather of Jacob who was once cared for by his father Ratria alamarhum in the plantation.