Office Hour
Princess

We went down and saw the surroundings.

Reflex just like always, in the cold air like this, light my cigarette, I suck deeply and I noticed the smooth legs coming out of the car.

Seductively.

With pink dress shoes wrapped in legs that I think are beautiful.

Ms. Meilinda came out carrying her hundreds of jut bags, opened her sunglasses, and said to me , “Dilarang Bengong! My guests stay!!” resounding.

It's not really, really.

I also think a lot of things, not empty thoughts.

There was someone waiting for us inside the villa, a woman.

With a modern hijab and clothes typical of young people today.

Which caught my attention, it was feminine, but she was wearing a red converse on her feet.

This is a cool girl too, I thought. Who yeah? It seems unlikely that the customer. As described in the document, Agatha Bagaswirya was already about 50 years old. The one in front of us could be much younger than me.

The woman in front of me hugged Bu Meilinda warmly, like an old friend who had just met again. With a sad look he stroked Bu Meilinda's cheek, while my Boss kissed her hand with respect.

How does something feel wrong...

“Wah... MashaAllah!” The woman glinted at me.

I feel like my eyes are on me. Because I'm pretty sure there's no one behind me, because Fendi's in front of me.

I don't know this woman at all.

Don't tell me he has a crush on me, too.

Not that I'm narcissistic, but seeing as much as I can be alert.

“You're Emilio's son, right?! Emilio Sandro?!” exclaim the woman.

I took a step back.

How did he know my father's name? And how could he know just by looking at my face?! I was nothing like my father, most of my face there was a little Italian bull-bule rada. I don't like it because my dad likes pasta, I like indomie. My dad likes pizza, I like martabak telor. So I'm obviously different level with my father.

If you say the resemblance, Mas Bram more like my father, I look more like Mom except my nose is sharp sleding.

“I-iya, Ma'am..” hisisku.

I took another step back as he advanced. I don't know why I have such a bad feeling about this woman.

Her sweet face and sparkling gaze were like something was wrong in my eyes.

But it's hard to explain.

By itself my hair immediately brushed as he approached.

“Your niece is also in Indonesia right? Work on Jarvas too right?” guess this woman in front of me.

“Who Is It?!” asked Bu Meilinda with raised eyebrows.

Who does he call ‘Yang’?!

Fendi looked at me with wide eyes

“Bu, our relationship is not that intimate,” hisisku.

“Heh? Not you, bangor. I call the Eyang even you who answered!”

“Yes you call me the complete dong Meli, later many misunderstand. You are not yet the time" said the hijab-wearing woman laughing.

Keki I really was.

Next question, the,

Who does he call ‘Eyang’?!

“Viola Sandro, you have a niece named Viola Sandro right? Gerald's future wife!” exclaiming hijab woman.

I really can't digest what he's saying. My head was dizzy.

Especially smile...

In my eyes it was horrible, like a robot. Smile without structured meaning.

“Yes, Via my niece and she just got accepted in Jarvas. And who is Gerald?” my many.

“Gerald it's my clumsiness,” said the woman.

“What?”

“Solver,”

**

“Kuntilanak Nest? Wahahahahaha!!” the clear laughter of the Princess blared into the entire room. Her name was Princess Gandhes. That's the name he introduced me to. Whether it's a real name or a pseudonym. I think his name is unique and beautiful.

She said Agatha Bagaswirya's grandmother. Grandma the Customer.

This isn't the Princess who said, this is Ms. Meilinda who said.

But I take it as a joke. I obviously can't write in the report.

While Fendi in the corner there is a cool selfie photo of some servants in this house.

“This house was built in the 1900s. But it is treated! Kunti no one feels at home, they prefer damp places. Maybe because this area is forbidden and not just anyone can enter here. How about Mel, can I just change the credit guarantee? Which is more marketable?”

“So, Miss this Princess is the real owner?” my many.

“The one who bought it was me, but after the 90s it felt strange that the certificate was still on my name. Then I consulted the Land Agency and he suggested being given to posterity. After all who would dare to pervert my belongings, hahahaha!” exclaim Princess.

I'm really dizzy, it feels complicated.

And I'm worried about Fendi.

There was something strange about the servants of the Princess.

I couldn't explain what kind of strange, but my instincts felt something was wrong.

“By the eyes, just change the property that is not suspicious ya!”

“Ya I've changed the same Office Building, yes, the certificate is on behalf of Jarvas, but,”

“By also,”

“Well... since you have arrived here, how about you stay here? Not all-out service! I still miss you because, ” said the Princess cheerfully towards Bu Meilinda.

“Bby Anyang!” exclaimed Bu Meilinda who seemed like she was thrilled to hear the offer.

Maybe it's when I get home, the bail will be changed anyway, so I have no interest here.

“Then I first-“

“Dimas also stay overnight!” the princess cut my words.

“I don't bring a change of clothes,” hisisku.

“Just relax, here I provide you a shirt,”

I glanced at Bu Meilinda.

Bu Meilinda just shrugged her shoulders.

“If you come home, you will get lost. I guarantee,” said the Princess while grinning.

He seems to be threatening us.

"Yes, I'm afraid. Lu this bachelor, no wife's children waiting at home" whispered Fendi.

"Why do you feel so excited?!" grumbling.

"ART here the handsome, Broooo," Fendi giggled.

I stared at the servants who were milling around us.

And I swear to God, I saw their eyes glittering red as they looked back at me.

But I saw that Bu Meilinda was already quite familiar with the Princess.

"OK," my hiss.

"There are three rooms. That's your driver Sapto I give you 1 room, si..." The princess looked at Fendi from top to bottom, "Duh, repent me," The princess stroked her chest with a sigh. "You, Fendi, I give you 1 room alone. But kuwanti-wanti yo, don't be weird. ART here is a bit different from your estimate,"

kudukku feathers bristling.

"So I slept with Eyang dong! Asiiikkk!" exclaimed Bu Meilinda like a child was sulking to his grandmother asking for berbi.

"No ah, I'd rather bob alone. You're roommate Dimas huh. She's a twin!"

We're silent.

Fendi until the tea.

"May be raided by kamtib" hisisku.

"Dimas and I are mortal enemies.We could kill each other in the room" said Bu Meilinda.

"That's not the same as a husband-to-be ah!" princess Kikik.

Sableng is really a girl.