Office Hour
Handler

“Meli,” so the first greeting from Mr. Jeffry.

“Sorry Sir, this is Dimas,” my broom

“Oh, Dimas... how are you?”

“Good Sir,”

“Meli where?”

“Bu Meli is not pleased to pick up the phone, Sir,”

I heard a breath from across there. “I just want to say thank you, to him. Please convey,”

I glanced at Bu Meilinda, she was sitting in her chair while eating chocolate from me. His face looked out the window with a sad look.

I see he doesn't care about Mr. Jeffry anymore.

Mr. Jeffry has been to our office several times and I certainly know him, even had a meal together in the cafeteria. I did feel the same aura that was often in Fendi or Gio, but at that time I did not ignore because he was the husband of Bu Meilinda.

“Hem, it is difficult sir to talk to him at this time,” I said finally.

“Dimas, so as not to have any misunderstandings, I will speak honestly to you,” said Mr. Jeffry.

Actually I'm lazy to listen because I don't think it's any of my business. But I don't think it's wrong to just pass on information as a third party.

“Good, Sir. Please talk, later I will convey to mother,” hisisku. I hit the record button on Ms. Meli's phone, I think she'll hear it herself later.

“Say to Meli, thank you for trying me to get a job in Paris and not in Russia. And keep my good relationship with my family by telling my mother that our divorce is due to incompatibility,”

“Hm.. well Sir, I've pressed the record button,”

“Also, I know his affair with Gunawan Ambrose, therefore I consider us to be one and the same,”

I froze.

Again that name. Why did it lately mill around in my brain, like a warning from the Supreme Being that I should be careful of that person.

“Hm, are you sure you talked about this with me?!”

“Meli once told me, out of everyone in the office, he only believes in one person, you,”

I nodded to hear that sentence. “Father seems to have misheard, he hates me,”desisku.

“You misinterpreted it, slowly you will get to know who Meli really is,”

I glanced at Bu Meilinda who almost finished her chocolate. And he looked out the window with his own eyes.

Actually he's listening to us no? It looks like a slab.

I'll continue chatting then.

“I assume he cheated on me because I have known for a long time that I have different sexual interests, so in this case I say thank you because he understands my condition,”

I wonder how long they have been married. Did they go through a sex session or something? Maybe I'll ask Fendi sometime about the existence of the rainbows. Because many of my friends are like this.

“Good Sir, I-“

“Dimas do not chat for a long time later on the transmission,” cut Bu Meilinda.

“Ya Ma'am,” I'm cute.

**

After putting her phone back on the table, I refocused on my work, even though Bu Meilinda was sad.

“Bu, tomorrow you leave at what time?” my many.

“From morning yeah,” he turned his head towards me. His face was calmer. Should I tell you that I know about her affair with Gunawan Ambrose? It's none of my business, just shut up then.

“The story we're going to tomorrow, he doesn't really need money. But we need credit from him, because interest from him can meet other costs in this Bank,” said Bu Meilinda.

I listen, just shut up. My job is like this.

“Sarah only capitalizes on acquaintances, but actually Bataragunadi and Bagaswirya relationship is quite thick. I would bet that even a Sarah from the beginning had never met Agatha Bagaswirya. Even Danu handed it to you,”

“The story this time is important yes bu?” my many.

“They are one of the big players in the development of Garnet Group, but they are very low profile. Unfortunately, grandchildren and their children are using their big names the wrong way. But it's a good thing that Gerald is back in Indonesia soon,”

“Gerald...” muttered. The name that Fendi mentioned.

**

After that little meeting, I searched the data about the family over the internet. There is not enough data about it. As intentionally removed.

When the title appears in the search field, once I open the site there is only 404 errors.

Really mysterious.

**

That afternoon I also intend to go home at 17 o'clock. Once home teng-go, nginep time only. My mother has protested while saying ‘home ibuk not hotel’. Her children are all workaholic, go early in the morning blind home at night.

Yes, how, try.

Our house in the Bekasi area, father's house. We were citizens of Jakarta, and my mother was a former High School teacher in Central Jakarta, maybe around the 80s, my father faced problems at his job, then he sold a house in Jakarta at a high price. And the money from the sale of the house, he used to buy a house in Bekasi, near the station, and the price was still very cheap. Looks like he bought this house for only about 30 million. And we get a piece of land covering an area of 300m2 already with a house covering an area of 100m2 in the middle of the land.

As development progressed, suddenly my house became a location with a strategic area. I just need to walk to the station for a few minutes.

But indeed in the present time the journey from Bekasi to Jakarta is quite a struggle.

I also walked towards Pantry, where there was Sharif who was washing dishes. Our OB is very diligent.

I opened one of the lockers there, filled with a change of clothes and my backpack. Special lockers for me, I accidentally put in the pantry because...

I also know because of what.

I also unbuttoned my shirt, intending to change clothes with a t-shirt and hoodie that I kept in the locker.

“Loh? Mas Dimas tumben want to go home machetes!”she said with a smile. A smile that makes my heart so cheerful, because it looks sincere and without a specific purpose. I rarely smile at this.

“Once in a while, Rif,”desisku while opening my shirt.

Tattoos adorned along my arms and shoulders. This is why I always change clothes in the Pantry, which is a room with many people lazy to enter because the OB area and the contents are only kitchen equipment. All I know is that I have a tattoo with Sharif.

If management finds out, I might get fired.

But I think Sharif is pretty risky, so I like it in Pantry. If working overtime and tired, I like to roll out a mattress in the pantry to sleep and stay overnight. Because in addition to being close to the stove and dispenser, it makes it easier for me to make food when midnight hungry or even a cup of coffee.

“Mas Dimas salary is employee salary, I think the work does not need to be too ngoyo like the Board of Directors,” said Syarif.

I grinned, and he understood me.

Sharifs... Sharifs. What makes me think there are still good people on this earth, who are like our OB.

Then I put on my T-shirt and my hoodie. Then I put my cigarette in my backpack and put it on my back.

“DIMAAAASSS!!”

Anyjay.

That sound.

“Why did you attach the lack of Data Undertaking Of Liability?! There is an Annual Report!! Really cute so you!!” that's how it sounds.

“Say I'm home, Rif!” I whispered with my head down and fled towards the emergency stairs.