My wife's a fraud
Farewell Party

“Ngapain lo to my workplace?” mia said she was shocked to see Gita coming to Epilogue Club & Karaoke with her co-workers.

“Farewell party,” replied Gita lazily.

Actually Gita did not want to join this event, but she felt bad for the person who had invited her.

His other teammates had already climbed to the fourth floor first, to the private karaoke place rented by Arki. While Gita is still standing near the elevator, answering all the questions that have been implied in Mia's face about her coming here.

“Hah? Don't you have no money for their baby? VIP room, Git.”

“I didn't pay. I just hitchhiked other team events, because the manager was also last in the office today, just like me.”

“Jirr, really good to pay for other teams.”

“Yes that's it. Tajir people.”

“Git, why not go upstairs?” ask Arki who just arrived. He comes last and immediately queues up the elevator with Gita.

“Oh yes, Sir. It's going to the top.”

Gita leaves Mia, who is now staring at Arki in amazement until it stops when the elevator door opens. Gita and Arki went in there. The atmosphere was awkward in the elevator. Although they are one office, one floor, even one room, so far rarely do the two communicate.

Maybe they had a few times to say hello, send an email, or take care of work together. But just just that. They're not so familiar. In addition, because of the position of Arki who has been manager while Gita is only a contract employee, tubers and samsak boxing on his team. It's hard to get along with people like him.

“Pak Arki, thank you for joining my team's farwell party internal audit. Moreover, I do not help pay anything,” said Gita started the conversation.

“Nothing. Actually I just invited Rio to my farewell party, because we're deketing, right. Keep telling him today you're also last day at the office. But no show of anything. So instead of redundant I order a big room and a little dateng, because the audit team is partly on the take CRMA*, mendingan join our farewell party aja. We often work together too, right?” arki said he explained his motive to invite the accounting team to join.

Inside the spacious and luxurious VIP room, everyone had already gathered. Food and drinks that look expensive and delicious have also been delivered there.

Gita looked around. It is fitting that Arki invites other teams to join his final ceremony, because of his own team only attended by Budi and Ikhsan. While the one who filled this room was an accounting team of 6 people including himself.

“This song is specially dedicated to handsome Mas Arki who will continue the journey in other companies. Success is yes, Bro! Hopefully there can be cute girls, so do not be heartbroken continue. A piece of marriage, age wants to be thirty! Poor Mama Ela wants to nimang grandchildren,” said Rio speaking on the microphone, the into music of a dangdut song sounded in the background.

“Hoobaaaah .. Love one night oh beautiful. Love one night to float ...” Rio's voice started to bluster singing again excitedly. Budi, Ikhsan, Bayu and Yoga compactly swayed as if they were drumming with a hymn. Arki chuckles at the behavior of his friends.

“Buset dah, if the same karoke Rio certainly end-end singing dangdut,” said Andini commenting.

“Bodo very ah, the important thing I can eat malem for free. Despite the dreadful sound of the Rio,” said Fenny who has been busy tasting dishes available at the table.

“It is, I also ngincer food doang. You see, in our team is not really capital, there are children who want to resign but do not want to go out for money without farewell party. No senior prigain, play unplug like no thanks,” Vienna quipped. Obviously the word is meant for whom. Yes, of course Gita.

Gita who had been silent since was immediately struck by the innuendo. His senior was indeed often insinuated since a month ago the case of the farewell party, making Gita careless.

“You eat for free in the name of seniority, say you want hedon but not capital! Ribet!” gita is calm. Just the sentence made the three women stare intently at him.

“Songong lo! Changed tomorrow has not worked anymore, so dare his mouth as senior!”

“I should have said this from a month ago same lo, you elitist pretentious girls but tough economy! Ask for free under the pretext of seniority and togetherness! Don't know shame!” Gita couldn't help herself anymore to say this, but tomorrow she won't see them again.

Let all the frustration he harbored for 2 years as a junior accountant there overflow right now. During this time they bully Gita with innuendos that make his confidence down.

They commented on her non-branded clothes, her unreleased clothing, her modest lunch stock, and her un-fashionable appearance. All to make the Gita feel the poorest. Even though they were just a group of people with ordinary economies, paid UMR Jakarta with several hundred thousand additional office allowance money.

Before they opened their mouths again to attack, Gita got up from her seat. Go to the toilet and rest in one of the corner rooms. There he just played the phone for a long time. He should have just come home, but it's not good to get away from Arki's invitation. Moreover, he painstakingly invites to celebrate the farewell event for free.

The Gita spent almost 1.5 hours there. He watches the drama on his cell phone. During that time, he heard many people go in and out of the toilet, then commented on one of the doors that kept closing from earlier, making the queue become long. The rant of piety was heard alternately without Gita caring.

Fortunately, when he came out, Gita found no one there. He then tidied himself in a large glass near the sink. People are gone, and it's time for the Gita to leave this place. He'll say goodbye to Arki and his other annoying coworkers.

“Where are you going? The show?” gita was confused.

“Well, how come you're still here anyway, Git? Kirain already unplugged the other 30 minutes ago,” said Bayu who was astonished.

“Gue from earlier in the toilet,”

“Yes, let's go home now!” bring Rio.

“Tas I'm still in dalem. Mr Arki also came home?”

The four men stared at each other for a moment, “He is still on the floor as well. Someone will pick him up. Lo biarin he's like that. Take the bag, keep coming home!” said Rio. The elevator doors opened and the four men entered. “Pick home yes! Watch out, Git!” rio warned before the door closed.

Gita was a little confused by Rio's words, she was going to go home without being told. Without a second thought, he put his foot back into the room.

When looking at the situation inside, Gita only found Arki who was asleep on the sofa, stretching his legs unconscious. For a moment Gita could sniff the smell of alcohol coming out of there because the AC was dead.

Ah, hangover. Thought Gita.

It was only fitting that Rio told her to quickly go home and leave Arki alone. But will anyone really pick him up later? Is it necessary for Gita to call Mia to inform the security guard about the state of Ark?

Gita pensively momentarily stared at lunglai's body in front of him. Considering whether to call the security guard now, so that Arki's pick-up will know.

“Luna!” Call Arki unconsciously.      

Huh, Luna? Definitely her boyfriend!

Nope, no. Gita can't deal with drunk people. Could dangerous. His hand immediately grabbed the sling bag that was on the chair, then stepped towards the exit.

Without Gita realizing that Arki had risen and ran after him. As much as possible to push back the door that Gita had opened. Her other hand clasped around Gita's waist, firmly pulling her closer. Gita could feel her back touching the man's chest. A strong alcoholic aroma smelled as he brought his mouth closer to his neck.

“Luna .. I can't if I'm not with you,” whispered Arki.

“I'm not Luna, Sir! I'm Gita!” Shouted Gita in panic.

No matter what the girl said, Arki who had lost her mind now made her turn around and pushed firmly until Gita was cornered at the door. The rough kiss he landed mercilessly on the lips of the middle-of- nowhere girl who was not so close to him.

The Gita tries to break away, grabbing her hair and pulling her ears in a helpless feeling. The man still did not give up, linking his tongue until the numbness of the Gita felt there.

The nauseating aroma of alcohol also filled his sense of smell. Gita soon cries, facing danger from dealing with drunk men.

“I can only do this to you, Lun.” Arki began to rummage back after letting go of her kiss.

Now that he pushed the girl's body onto the sofa, his hand quickly stripped the shirt Gita was wearing. Until no cloth covers the top.

Gita screamed, cried, hit, and bit Arki who had dark eyes, circulating her lips on her soft skin. Unfortunately the scream was swallowed by the soundproof room.

Arki paused for a moment, took off his shirt as well and was trying to remove the belt from his pants. The chance of a few seconds that Gita used to reach the microphone located not far from his head.

As forcefully as Gita hit Arki's head several times with emotion, making the man scream and complain. Visible wound successfully incised dipelipisnya. Gita's efforts turned out to be successful, Arki sagged away from him.

Gita immediately grabbed the shirt that had disappeared from his body and lay on the floor. Wearing it quickly, then running out left the man who started unconscious back on the sofa.

Tears poured all the way out of the Epilogue, the loud music club on the first floor echoing, drowning his sobs. He could think of nothing but running away from there, not even recalling asking for Mia's help working at the place. Upon reaching the exit, Gita goes straight into a taxi that happens to stop dropping off passengers there.

*CRMA (Certification in Risk Management Assurance): is a specialized certification program designed by the IIA for all risk management professionals, not just internal auditors.