Married With Duda
Episode 75: Dizziness

Azka sighed violently, loosened her tie then looked up at the ceiling of the room.

The stack of papers on the table seemed scattered, it seemed that was what made this one CEO tired, just this time selecting that many files.

"This is how the story goes, yes I have to go out of town again, where in a month," Azka rubbed her face, a shadow a few years ago as she left her wife and child behind. Even Azka had confirmation to Rudy asking the deadline he was there.

Suddenly a brilliant idea appeared in his brain, a happy smile was inevitable, the entire burden of the mind was slowly fading away replaced with happy news. Hurried Azka tidied up the papers and reassembled them as before, her hand moved to grab the suit she put on the back of the chair and was about to leave.

"Gentleman where are you going? There are still two more stacks to sign," Rudy who just arrived at the door was shocked because Azka was also the same already standing behind the door.

"Forget it, I'll continue tomorrow, there's still important things I have to work on," Azka waved her hand and walked leisurely towards the elevator. Rudy shook his head, inexhaustible with the mindset of his superiors, as well as in and out of the company, as well, yes, I know Azka who has this building but still should not be lethargic because we do not know what dangers will threaten later, but still we do not know what dangers will threaten, moreover, according to the data, there are so many losses suffered by the company because of the corruption of employees here, is not it called treason, from there Rudy could conclude that many who do not like this Azka company remain in operation. Rudy spread his shoulders and walked into Azka's room to put down all the paper he had brought.

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Ditching work instead of going home, Azka turned to a cafe building that was quite far from the residential area. Azka immediately got out of the car and noticed the building standing firmly in front of her, This cafe was only made a few months ago and only operated two days ago. Not without reason Azka came here, according to the report he got, the cafe belongs to one of the former Azka employees. Somewhat strangely, the employee sent a letter of resignation right when news about Azka's company's financial statements declined drastically. Azka smiled cunningly, they mis-selected the target.

With a slow but sure step, Azka was now standing at the door of the cafe, two bodyguards were standing on the right and left side of the door staring at Azka flat. The two big bodies stared at each other for a while before opening the door for Azka.

"Please come in, enjoy the fun you'll never get anywhere else" said the bodyguard on the left. Azka rotated her lazy eyeball, choosing not to rub the bald head's words.

Azka walked in a dark hallway but there was still a little lighting from a 10-watt lamp, the hall was very stuffy and closed, to breathe it felt so tight, it was very crowded, Azka to several times breathing using the mouth. Just a few steps away, Azka was able to see a spacious room that she thought the joggers were not clearly accompanied by alcohol. Actually, if you think about what Azka stopped by this place, which is to make people who have stolen the money of his company bend their knees, Azka willing to put his feet in this cursed place.

The sound of music that was loud enough to fill Azka's eardrum, he closed his eyes because he was disturbed. Her legs stopped to not go any deeper, because of the possible risks. But the goal was still the same, meeting the owner of this place. Before proceeding, Azka took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Just a few steps away, the smell of alcohol filled the room. Azka glanced at each side but the empty atmosphere was only music that echoed, there were only Cafe waiters and some customers who spent time sipping liquor, and there was only music that echoed, maybe because it is still daytime so no one is interested in coming here, usually a new night rame.

Netra as sharp as an eagle managed to find a room that allegedly is the room of the owner of this cafe. Suddenly, Azka is confronted by someone whose uniform is exactly the same as the cafe's waiter.

"Sorry sir, the Boss doesn't allow anyone to enter unless someone has an interest" he said in a flat tone. Azka grieved and shifted slightly the body of the young man who seemed to be younger than Azka.

"Call your boss out!"

"Who are you telling me?" The servant puffed his chest to fight back. Azka hardened her jaw almost punching the servant's face before the door opened featuring a middle-aged man.

"Why are the storms here?"

Both attachments are diverted to the source of the sound.

Azka immediately turned her head making the man glare sharply. Azka smiled with satisfaction at the terrified expression of her former employees first.

"Oh, so it turns out to be true. You're behind all this," Azka laughed sarcastically, her voice echoing so much that it provoked a strange look from the visitors. The middle-aged man had gulped his saliva roughly but was trying to neutralize his expression.

"Well, it's an honor for Mr. Azka to pay a visit to my small cafe," he said in a familiar tone, Azka smiling smirk staring at the appearance of the man from top to bottom.

"Honestly I do not want to come to this place, because you are running this illegal business I so think, do you use illegal money to make a haram place as well? Wow, you must be so proud of investing in sin." Azka clapped her hands while laughing as if her every utterance contained a laugh.

"Stop judging me Mahendra!"

"Look, now that you even dare to mention my family surname, it shocked my veins greatly," Azka pretended to be shocked. The middle-aged man was already clenching his hands firmly, ready to grab a swing to hit right on Azka's cheek, but unfortunately he was less quick, Azka first recognized her movement, and she was not, with good reflexes Azka could easily fend off the old man's attack.

"Other times, go to karate practice first so that your attacks do not miss." The middle-aged man began to get emotional, the other hand floated about to slap Azka's face but was completely wrong because it could still be held back by her. The waiter wanted to join in but when Azka looked at him sharply he immediately looked down in fear.

Azka threw the man's hand rough and tidied his suit that had been lifted.

"Waste of time. Just look later, I'll make you pay for everything, don't underestimate my words," Azka left without looking back again.