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That night the air was not windy, not cloudy, and felt cramped. Even in the office, many feel angry even though the entire ventilation has been opened.

After Maghrib, my men raised their hands.

“Nyerah Paaaak,” hiss Oki while putting his face to the table.

“Kalo nyerah keep want what?” tanyaku.

“Go home Sir,”

“Lu came home at this hour on KRL, again his rame-ram, last Friday,” I tried to seduce him to be in the office even longer, at least he cao at 8 o'clock.

“So gini Mr. Dimas,” Oki raised his face and squinted at me, “Mountain work with this creative fraud, is not adequate with the capacity of my new science experienced in the world Auditor. The term, I'm Detective Newbie must solve the Italian Mafia case,”

“Bacot...” gruntuku.

Oki just chuckles, “Intinya my brain is dead-end, which is dear Kos-an mattress that is worn out,”

“Most you run out of here hang out first in starling,”

“Lah knows..”

Doc!Doc!Doc! heard our gypsum in the gedor from outside.

“Bone Kiiiiiii!” Tresna exclaimed from the outside, she's the secretary of the Board of Directors.

There Tresna must be Hexa, “Audit not paid overtime Kiiiii!” exciting Hexa.

“Martabak 65 awaits Kiiii, wakakakak!”

And they laughed out loud while running away.

The basic stove is like the Boss (They're the President's secretary, you know what my president's name is?) His behavior is really still like a child's.

Oki... also Handri, Faisal and Tenny, staring at me fixedly kayak again emit radiation to make my heart melt.

I glanced at the bantex in front of me.

Bantex, bantex hill, bantex mountain, exorbitant bantex, I've turned red.

“Yawda back there,” my snort is upset.

“Yess!!” they immediately stood ready.

But who came out of the room why is it all?!

“Mar you why come home?!” myrag.

“My girlfriend has been waiting for Sir,” Maryanti ran out.

“Most motorcycle taxi drivers waiting on the sidewalk!”

“My girlfriend is Paaak motorcycle taxi driver,” exclaimed Maryanti from a distance.

“Why did you come home too?!” hisisku to Gio.

“You are looking for medicine for my mother, hehe,” said Gio.

“Feelings earlier this afternoon you have permission to take medicine,”

“Medicine many Paaaaaak, Dadaaaah,”

“Elah,”

“Pak Dimas,” Tenny patted my back, ready with backpack, helmet and motorcycle jacket, “Be careful, Pak”

“What’an?”

“Kalo malem here many demons, wakakakakak!” and he ran away too.

“Sue’”.

Then silence.

In the room there was only me and Jaka who looked around with affection.

Then the next minute we were busy looking down while opening the document sheet.

I have 10 years of experience in bookkeeping and 3 years in the Auditor world, quite a lot of naughty ideas that I can do but even realized by others. And true said Oky, the findings in our document this year quite a lot of creative fraud.

I had read the investigation that there are NPF customers (NPF is the Bank term for arrears above 6 months) whose cause of traffic jams is 1 year old KPR installments. Whereas in other banks the record is clean, never delinquent. This is why it fits in my bank instead? Even though the interest we charge is much smaller than loans at other banks.

Apparently.he has 3 ID cards with different birth dates.

And in the other two KTPs, the installments reach 500 million a month. His salary is 6 million. Maybe it was overload, he ended up using the Original ID in our bank because we used to ask for other data to equalize the Original ID card, such as SIM, NPWP and if necessary BPJS as well. 1 Date of birth for all.

“This is until when do you want to pay off? where are the assets all credit...” hissing me while praying that I do not fall into the same hole.

Miris.

Honestly, I feel sorry for his wife, if she dies, who will carry on all debts is his family.

“Pinter but stupid,” hisisku.

“That's how Mas, today.” mumbled Pak Jaka.

“Pak,” I turned to him to refresh the brain of the document, “Udah how many years of work in Garnet?”

“Hm, since I fresh Graduate, in Garnet Corp first.. about 15 years now,”.

He worked for 15 years at Garnet Corp. Why is he just the Division Head at Garnet Bank? What career path in Garnet is this tight?

“Pas started career, I'm like you Mas, fiery. But since my idea was taken by my manager, on the other hand I was threatened to be fired because of protests, I again lost the trust of my office colleagues,” said Mr. Jaka.

Today, as long as your office wall is still gypsum, do not try to express a brilliant idea. Kuping who is away from the lobby could have heard. So, my advice is if you have an idea that can roughly build a company, or take the heart of the boss, or, or want to get rid of the boss (hehe) better the idea just do not talk to anyone else first.

I just smiled wryly and then looked back down to read the findings further.

By 9pm, by,

“Mas, You're done?” Ask my Divisional Head.

I knew exactly what the question meant.

Never mind...

“Bapak go home first. Birthday dad, right? It's 9 o'clock.” I feel sorry for him, because he is among the less fortunate about the distance from home to office.

But many say I'm too good to Mr. Jaka. Not arrogant, but indeed arrogant, heh (ehem) my experience is much more than my boss counted. From the start of bookkeeping, presentations, routine reports, sudden reports, to complicated cases is the result of my hard work.

He's only signed the report I made. I have complained about this to management, but it turns out that Mr. Jaka has been working for 15 years since the company was established. You could say he is a fairly meritorious elder and the owner knows well. So, I who belong to this newbie can only resign.

This is my third year in the company, we see that still this way - just like that I might use ‘connection’ to demand a little increase in welfare.

I opened the bantex to 186, Audit Findings from a branch in Surabaya.

The office is now empty.

And I'm starting to have syndromes like Oki. Brain's dead-end.

Need coffee cup to 8.

I lifted my ass, put on my flip-flops, opened my tie and name tag, and while carrying my favorite Red Mug, I headed for the pantry.

Along the corridor, the management area was in a state of silence. There were no humans, there were only mountains of paper on each table. Except for Tresna's desk, there's a ciki. Even he strung the ciki on top of the cubicle, I don't know if there is content or not but I am often tempted to make one from there. That guy used to keep all the documents in his closet, Mr. Danu. The table itself is clean.

The secretary of the bludgeon is moral but his courage deserves a thumbs up.

But the table is worse Hexa, which is plastered there even anime figures. There's Luffy, Naruto, and a spilled busty chick.

I turned to Mr. Danu's desk in the room behind their cubicle. Find out who knows there's a collection of skull statues or coffins there.

Nonexistent.

Thankfully though.

“Ugh..”

I'm silent.

How did I feel hearing that voice just now?

My focus is distracted.

My eyes glanced around the room.

Silent.

I try to refocus.

“Auh..”.

I jerked.

My ears didn't hear wrong, did they? There was a woman's cry.

Second, two seconds, two seconds,

Silent.

I stared at the wall clock.

10 O'clock at night. And deserted...

Weekend.

“Ya Pardon..” lamented. The feeling was still at 9am, I planned to go home with the last train because yesterday was Dinas to Hambalang and my mother began to nag because her house was only made ‘hotel’. Looks like I'll have to stay again tonight. It's 10, and the last train is 11, too late I'm lazy to rush.

And it turns out I was alone in that room.

“Aow!”

My head reflexively turned to the board of directors.

His voice from there.

The time of the devil?! And after 2 years of frequent overtime why is it only being disturbed now? Just realized that I turned out to be handsome now?! What is a newcomer?

“Hmh..”.

I wasn't sure but I ended up walking slowly to a section of the Board of Directors' room. There were four rooms and all the lights were turned off. There are Directors who lock the door, there are also those who leave the room open.

I stood up and sharpened my hearing.

Clock seconds sound, dispenser machine sound, refrigerator machine sound, AC sound, and...

“Argh!”

The sound this time was loud.

And I know that voice very well. The granny that Lexus had this kuelus afternoon.

“Aaah!!” the grunts were heard again. I put my ear in Ms. Meilinda's room. The sound came from Bu Meilinda's room. And that voice I believe to be that of Bu Meilinda.

Did I just knock on the door?

I stood around my waist while staring at the door of that teak. The room inside was dark. I meant to wait for another moaning sound. If I hear back I'll knock on the door.

While reciting prayer also actually. (i am not a coward, but taking refuge in God from Satan's Temptation is not wrong).

“Sh1t..”

Okay that was not a sigh but a complaint. It's definitely not Satan.

I knocked on the door slowly, 2 times first. “Bu?” my many.

No sound was heard from inside. I re-tapped, this time 3x a tap. “Mother isn't papa?” askaku.

“Who?” there was a voice from within, sounding weak and breathless as if running away. Did he run out of exercise inside and his heart was crushed, who knows if he had heart disease, or was he exhausted because of his unstable emotions?

“Dimas ma'am,” Sahutku.

“Why are you still in the office at this hour? Want to look like it works?!” sounds of abuse from within.

Anyay.. l am cuekin x yah. Stay home so let him semaput inside.

“And my own mother who told me to check the OJK report until it's done,” my grumbling.

“Yes but when you massage it is the same me? You usually do!”

I took a breath of my patience. “What's your own mother doing inside? Need my help or not. If not I stay asleep,” hissiku a bit irritated, but still can not leave the CTKP. Maybe people say, I'm too good.

“Live there!” hissing sounds from within.

Yowes. He did not need the presence of others.

“OK mom. If I need anything I'm in the pantry. Sleep.” My leg while moving. I intend to spend the coffee that I just made for a moment in the room, leaving my computer on while the speakers turn on the prayer (who knows Bu Meilinda does need to calm her mind, right?! Hehe) then get ready to sleep on a folding mattress in the pantry.

About 3-4 steps…

“Wait, Dimas!” sound again.

“Yaaaa..?” I've been lazy to respond, actually. But he's the Director. How's dong? He said he had to take it first at noon.

“You... can keep a secret?”

“Hah?” looks like he hasn't taken his tranquilizing pills tonight.

“Can keep a secret?” his voice was rather urgent.

“No way,” hisisku stumble. “I say yes buuu, Sleepy,” hisisku cuek

“Wait to be Dyed! I think need you..” his voice sounds clear.

“Yaaa..?”

“But you really have to keep it a secret.”

What the hell is going on? He has a panu? Not yet at the salon? Ato there's a pimple all of a sudden? Play secret-secrecy thought this CIA office times.

“Iyaaaa,” do I have to brandish my little finger? Promise I will keep it a secret. Beuh. If it benefits me, I may be able to spread to interested parties.

“OK, you can enter,” hisses later.

I turned the doorknob slowly and stepped into the room slowly as well. I bent my head trying to sharpen my eyes. The room was dark but Ms. Meilinda was not in her work chair. It could be a real demon that turns into Meilinda!

“I am here,” sound Bu Meilinda voice from behind the sofa. A black leather sofa facing towards a large glass window. Because the sofa was big and Bu Meilinda's body was tiny, so the impression was drowning.

I let out a sigh of relief. You are lazy also when dealing with the supernatural. Bu Meilinda's head turned to the side. Indo looks white with a charming nose. Her beauty while young is still clearly visible, which distinguishes only the fine wrinkles that adorn her lips.

“Ya mom. Need what help?” I walked up to him lazily and looked at him. And my knee suddenly felt limp, my body felt like it was hit by an electric shock gun.

It took me about 5 seconds to realize that this woman really needed help. But my body cannot be moved, and my eyes cannot be controlled. I reflexively looked at Meilinda from the top of her head down to her feet, even though her feet were not treading the floor because in a bound position they were fused to

his thighs, then my eyes repeated his gaze more than 3 times.

I actually knew what to do but my system was in a complete mess.

“The key is inside my bag on the table.” Sahut Bu Meilinda's. He looks very exhausted.

Know what tindihan feels like? Well, I'm in that position, but while standing.

“Dimas!” I could hear Bu Meilinda calling my name while shouting. His frustration may have already peaked. And maybe he's in pain, because the position of his body right now.

When my life came back 80% I started to turn my head. It's a disgrace. And I was awarded the state of being able to see the first spectacular sight in 30 years. How to get dizzy...

I walked to the desk in front of her intention to take a bag to reach for the handcuff key.

Yep. handcuff keys.

You don't see the wrong writing.

The woman was somehow locked in a tied position on the sofa with handcuffs on her legs and hands in a stylish state that if searched on the internet can only be accessed using a VPN.

And I. instead of taking the key leaned against the table half-bent back to him. Both of my hands held my body on the edge of the table, I felt that the bag of Bu Meilinda worth hundreds of millions seemed far away.

“Jeez...” I complained as I grabbed the bag and searched for something that was roughly similar to a handcuff lock. “The key is tucked where bu?” I try not to look.

“So I directly drop into the bag maybe a bit into.”. Then he screamed in pain. I can hear the engine buzzing sound is smooth, but if you sharpen your ears a little can be heard. His voice was almost inaudible because it was inside Meilinda's body.

Finally the key I managed to get and my suffering holding back lust will be over soon.

Should I close my eyes as I walk towards her? But how do I unlock it when I close my eyes? Should it fumble? What if I hold it wrong?!

“Dimas, I've been limp..” Bu Meilinda reminded.

‘Dimas, I've been limp’... Anjritt what other scenes are dear in my brain iniiiiiii…

“Ya Bu.” I decided not to heed the figure of Bu Meilinda while praying in a heart of encouragement to myself: You are strong Dimaaas, do not go out firstuu, I will.

In terms of condition and difficulty, I targeted Bu Meilinda's right hand so that she could better manage her own body first. After that walk a little to unlock it in his left hand and hand the key over to the woman so that he can free his own leg.

Then I started walking out by counting steps. Not wanting to take advantage of the situation for the purpose of lust because I have thought carefully will be a tragedy that will lead to the future and the career that I have built so far will be destroyed. And again how many women can I pay to pose exactly like Meilinda earlier.

But this is Meilinda loh…

Fucking Satan…

Satan has been slandered a lot tonight…

“Mas,”

He called me again.

I stopped my steps.

“Still,” hisses.

All the time I knew him, I never heard him say ‘thank you’, either to me or to anyone else.

But hearing that my body is getting stiffer.

“Iya Ma'am,” that's all I can say, then I leave from there.

Lock yourself in the pantry.