Office Hour
How about serem, anyway?

The mattress is indeed ‘twin’ but the type is one body size. It is certain that sleep changes position will fall to the floor.

“No other mattresses Mas?” ask me to ART who took us. Tall man with long hair and a model-like face*********** branded. “Extra bed or what?”

The mysterious Mas-Mas just smiled thinly and cynically at me.

At first glance there is the smell of boiled sweet potatoes.

Then there was faintly a prennial smell like a goat.

I asked another question, I just accepted what was given.

Because I immediately knew why ART here was all male.

“Evening we will take you to the room, above 7 o'clock no one can come out of that door,” said the MMM.

Mas Mas Mysterious.

“You can order any food you like,” the MMM said again.

“I what is provided,” said Bu Meilinda while putting her bag on the classic makeup table.

“I... Save on McD, coffee, French fries, and McFlurry Oreo. And if it can be ordered from the Buaran Branch McDonald's,” I said.

The MMM raised her eyebrows.

Ms. Meilinda patted my shoulder tight.

“He says whatever we like, McD branch Outan cook the smartest cook in my opinion,” hissisku.

Actually the reason I order modern and fast food is because they have their own standards in terms of taste and packaging. So it certainly feels unmodifiable. Something that must be bought in the human world, and not food that after we eat turns into soil and dry leaves. (I mean the food made by the jinn).

“You can order a McD in Los Angeles,”, said Bu Meilinda.

Right too...

“Good, I bought it. So want a McD that's from Los Angeles or one in Buaran?” ask MMM again.

I'm even confused.

**

“What do you think, Dimas?” asked Bu Meilinda while sitting on one of the sofas.

This room is very spacious, my house is even less spacious. For comparison, if my mother's house, to the right to the left of the corner, just sit right hand can reach the coffee cup, left hand can take the tv remote and feet can be lifted to the front desk.

Yes, maybe because our bodies are big, the standard of Caucasians, who if sitting on a sofa can not be stuck, must be one sofa one person so they can selonjoran.

But this room.there may be 100m2 one room.

The reason why the mattress is small itself, like deliberately so that it can be put together and make us sleep side by side.

“Mother sleeps on the sofa, I sleep on the mattress,” I said.

“Do not be insolent you!”

“Yes that's what I think,”

“No I can recoup!”

“Iya I know,” my grumbling while walking towards the closet and I open the contents.

Complete.

Men's clothing from socks to tee shirts are all there.

Even with shavers and make up.

While in the next closet, all the needs of women from skincare to bags and shoes.

I took one of the perfumes in the drawer, I read the label. I took one of the boxer pants again, I opened the packaging and I read the label. After that I put it down and I took the chain-shaped gold jewelry. I watched really.

All made in Germany.

“If guarantee Jarvas building, so we can meet with Mr Gerald dong bu?” my many.

“Ya for sure he must be there to sign the contract of change of guarantee,”

My chance to get to know more about the Bagaswirya family and why the Princess found out about my family. What does this have to do with my mom and dad.

“Bagaswirya does not need credit, Mom,” hisisku while closing the wardrobe.

“We need credit from him. Bagaswirya undertakes to pay high interest for his loan. You know our financial situation. Such a large interest can be for Bank operations. After all, Bagaswirya the kind of customer who obeys paying installments, so we do not need to fear brands or can afford to pay,”

“The guarantee they give us is worth 500 percent of the loan amount,”

“Lack well what try this family,”

“Let's just. Everyone also knows the truth,” Bu Meilinda wags her hands.

Before long, the phone rang.

I take a quick peek, there's Gunawan Ambrose's name in there.

I'm getting suspicious, but coming back, it's none of my business.

“You want to use the bathroom no?” ask Bu Meilinda.

I sneered, “No,”

“OK,” Bu Meilinda grabbed her phone and rushed inside the bathroom.

I heard him pick up the phone while saying hello : “Hey, Honey!”

His call to Gunawan Ambrose was a strange one for me, but I'm not interested in finding out.

**

I was smoking on the balcony staring at the dusk sun on the western horizon starting to sink. I watch the activity below. I saw Mr. Sapto, Bu Meilinda's driver, checking the car engine with two domestic assistants.

Then I looked up, the mist slowly started to descend from the direction of the mountains.

The house is large and luxurious, with white paint and styled in a modern classic style. But to me, all the conditions in this house are an oddity.

My feeling is that this house has not been lived in for a long time. The furniture is very complete but the effect is even like a display in a Swedish furniture store. I pressed my index finger on the porch trellis, clean.

Without the slightest dust, it was as if it had been deliberately freshly polished today.

It's weird too.

There were how many rooms in this house, they even polished the terrace of the veranda. Either so diligent, or indeed setting only the room occupied only.

Then the paint in this house seems to have just been inscribed. I can faintly smell the expensive, fragrant but chemical-like paint.

Then, the most striking is the contents of the closet. All are still sealed in the plastic, complete with barcodes.

Like it was just bought.

The fog from above the mountains began to fall, accompanied by a firefly flame.

“Pak Dimas,” I heard someone calling me from below.

The MMM earlier, looking up, towards me, while carrying a bag with the McD logo. My order.

It feels like he's only been out for a few minutes, has he bought a McD anywhere near here? Is there a fast food store in Hambalang?

“It's almost night, please go inside,”he said.

I propped my chin up on the handle of the porch fence while looking at him.

“How much are you?” tanyaku meant to lure him.

“What is important?” he asked back.

“It looks like you are the oldest here, seen from all who look disinclined if near you. I guess... maybe about 500-1000 years?”

He just looked at me expressionlessly.

Then look back, towards the fog.

“Pak Dimas see smoke above it?” tanyakanya. He hasn't even answered my question.

“That's mist,” I said.

“That's a kuntilanak troupe,” he said correct me.

My hair is goosebumps.

“Put in yes sir, make sure Bu Meilinda does not leave the room,” said the MMM while walking into the villa.

I entered the room and knocked on the bathroom door.

“Bu,” call me.

“I'm busy, you said earlier did not want to use the bathroom,” he said from inside.

“The moon Bu Meilinda went down the mountain,” hisisku.

“What the hell are you not clear!” it's screaming from inside.

Ih, I mean to say that let her get out of the bathroom and accompany me outside.

I was also horrified.