Office Hour
The MMM

After a long and complicated debate, I sat down in my bed.

Waiting for Bu Meilinda to come out of the bathroom.

It's 10pm and I heard a hairdryer sound on. If in the future I have a daughter, I might bang on her door if she's on the toilet for more than half an hour.

Finally a few minutes later, Bu Meilinda came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel wrapped around her chest to her knees.

Her hair had just been drained, but it was obvious that she had just taken a shower.

“Have the bath come back? Or junub bath do-don't-don't?!” sindirku.

Ms. Meilinda looked at me cynically for a moment then glared towards the wardrobe.

“Jobdesk makes sure all company activities are done according to regulations. Not insinuating me keep!” his nag.

I looked at him from top to bottom.

I think his attitude towards me is inappropriate. He was dressed in front of us. Me and Gerald.

What exactly does that mean?!

“Bu, no shame in looking so in front of me?” tanyaku later. Just shoot it straight away.

“In front of you? No. gabe. In front of others, obviously yes. Uh! Gerald's exception. Because you guys have something in common,”

“What do we have in common?”

“Together traumas are women, so there is very little chance of you attacking me,”

God fucking.

But he's right.

“Pun if next to me Fendi, I will even keep my distance,”

“He's even the least likely to attack,”

“His gaze makes me uncomfortable,”

“Most she scanned mom for fashion reference,”

“She can't wear things like mine unless she starts surgery as a transgender, so why is she staring at me so hard?!”

“Which I know,” I moved from my seat, “Tomorrow I asked if mom was still curious,” and I went into the bathroom.

Lazily, I headed for the urinal.

I lowered my pants a little, I pulled out my adak with the tip pointing directly to the specified hole.

And while waiting for my affairs, I glanced sideways at the sink cabinet.

Wh why?

Because this corner of my eye caught a foreign object lying there, and it was quite different.

Pink color, the size is about 20cm, the diameter is not measured but if you like to buy eggplant in the supermarket we are about that size. At the supermarket, not at the greengrocer.

There are three small buttons on the side, now in the position ‘off’, also looks like it has just been washed because there are still water points in the silicone sheath.

I let out a breath of calm myself. I realize my body is doing ‘needs’ starts not focusing on the urinal hole, he's mental-mental.

That means things are starting to be not conducive.

“It was just a security guard, very sensitive anyway lo,” hisisku to my adek.

Then I took a deep breath, and I finished my activities.

Outside the toilet, Ms. Meilinda looked at me tensely.

“There is my stuff left behind..” hiss while looking at me timidly.

“Iya,” gumamku.

My God, she even now looks even more beautiful in my eyes.

The situation is getting out of control.

“Don't tell anyone, then I will also shut up about the tattoo on your hand,” he said.

I forgot I was wearing Gerald's short-sleeved shirt. So throughout the scene, the permanent carvings were plastered everywhere.

But I decided not to react, because I couldn't. My tongue feels muddy.

So I just looked at him, and then I didn't even notice him. I took a pillow over my bed, a blanket, my cell phone, and I got out of the room.

**

What am I doing in the living room of that mansion?

Just playing mobile legend all night.

I saw Banda the MMM and some ART pacing around all night taking care of this-that, hauling this-that.

I was wondering if they'd done it all night, but I decided not to ignore them. They're in his business, I'm in my business.

Although many times I saw them looking at me wondering, I was also indifferent.

At about 3 a.m., Banda placed a cup of coffee and a snack on the table in front of me. Boiled yam.

I raised my face and looked at him.

“You said what Mas?” ask her.

“Pak Dimas not tired?”

“Capek but can't sleep,” I said. “You guys here keep Goats no?”

“No sir,” the Banda frowned, “But if you want to find a goat, it is below, about 100 meters from the gate, fattening goats and cutting for bolsters in the summit area, they are the supplier,”

There should have been a glimpse of the smell of prenus earlier.

And boiled yam.

I think they're genderuwo...

“You lied to me about kuntilanak,”

“Eh? I'm not lying sir. That's our code for the coming danger,”

“Kok McDnya really cepet coming?”

“I bought at the nearest rest area by helicopter have Kanjeng Putri,”

That's why it tastes better than I usually taste.

“In this villa there are demons?” tanyaku later.

“That's the code or that Mr Dimas really means Satan?”

“Toooooo,”

“Yaaa in my opinion in every house there must be sir, But I have not seen yes if in this area. This house will always be cleaned and occupied by us, there are times about 10 people who live here in addition to the owner,”

“Princess Gandhes's age how much?”

“Hem..” Banda seemed to think while stroking his beard which is laid out today's model, “About 120 years if not wrong. She was an expert on potions, especially beauty potions. So it's natural that the skin is so tight, sir,”

“She can sell her products,”

“Yes can, but imagine the chaos that ensues and how many skinker companies will go out of business if that happens. Our MSMEs will be destroyed,”

“Truely too,” I nodded in amazement.

“Pak Dimas why in the living room? The room is uncomfortable or what?”

“Iya,”

“Iya?”

“The room is comfortable, but my bedmate is worried about her condition,” hiss.

“We actually provide each one room, but said Kanjeng Putri, specifically for Mr. Dimas and Bu Meilinda put together his room. We thought you were husband and wife,”

“Ck, weird only Princess,”

“If Mr. Dimas wants, I first clean the room that should belong to Mr. Dimas,”

“Bole-“

“DIMAAAAASSSSSSS!!”

We both turned our heads together towards the voice tensely.

“WHAT DOES IT MEAN NO MARKETABLE GUARANTEE?! THIS IS HAMBALANG DIMAAAASSS, ELITE AREA!! MAKE A REAL YUH REPORT DONG!!”

Hah, this is 3 am, actually these are robot people yes, strong really stay up late. Where to read the emails I CC to many people as well.

“I'VE LOST !” I returned his screams.

“So who answered me?!”

“Cat Garong!”

“Cepet here you are!”

I threw my blanket irritatedly to the side and punched the pillow in annoyance.

“Sabar Sir, if bini belom is given usually it is so, sinking..” said Banda.

“Dikasi? Dikasih what do you mean?! Don't make me add spaneng dong!” I snatched my phone, and put a dus of cigarettes that were still sealed on the coffee table. “Take it if you want yes,”

“Cigarettes for me Sir?”

“Share also to others..”.

“Waaah, cool!”

As I walked towards Meilinda's room, I saw Banda's shadow behind me picking up a cigarette on the table. The shadow was reflected in the blurry mirror in front of me.

And again, I swear... The shadow was very tall, large, and his eyes were red. With large fangs sticking up to the cheeks.

When I turned around in shock, Banda's figure was no longer in the living room.

There are no cigarettes either.

But other items such as pillows and blankets, as well as coffee and boiled yams are still there.

I go straight for the creeps.

Then hurry to the room.