Office Hour
Fraud
How was I doing on Sunday?
Worse!
My job is just sleeping.
Luckily, Mom and Bram did not protest. I did tell them that I would serve a day to Hambalang, to the house of the Bagaswirya family. Mas Bram probably knew about the family, and he coded my mother right away if I wanted to take a day off, don't bother.
But I'm tired not because of that.
But because I tried to remove my mind from the sexy perverted shadow of my own Boss. Even imagining Milady I can't. I'm really sick like that.
I need a distraction.
Want to play games but not in the mood, want to cook but lazy shopping to the market, at the dining table my work only plays chocolate inscribed on the piscok.
“My made is not good huh Mas?” tanya Mas Bram who is frying Chocolate Banana in the kitchen.
“Enak kok, Mas,” hisisku. How can it not be delicious if the piscok only in the style of Michelin chefs. Basic Masku is the level of cooking is already the level of perfectionism. Melting chocolate alone he made his own use of cocoa fruit because less believe the same processed chocolate.
“Kok just eat a little? Or want another fry?”
I glanced at Mas Bram who was fit to cook his masculine style, only wearing shorts, muscular chest without shirts. Twin tattoos like mine, flashing on the left shoulder all the way to the arm.
“Again a bit Mas,”
“Sortly?”
“I think,”
“What happened in Hambalang?”
“Meet genderuwo..”
“Oh, fast,” and Masku don't matter anymore.
I think he knows.
“Om Dimaaaaaaas!!” Someone hugged me from behind and shook my body violently. “Eat what Om? Waaah! Om Bram I for dooong!”
“Lah, iki banana ambon ne transported first dong nduk!” nagging mother.
“Lali I Budeee,” and Via also towards the living room to drag a large ambon banana into the kitchen. Ingredients to make a cake, want to sell my mother in the rice stall uduknya. betewe, fluent also the language of the jaw ni son, but only briefly he in Indonesia.
“Ngapain you here, non?” my hiss while helping him lift a banana into the kitchen, in front of Mas Bram. Let the fate of the banana I submit to Mas Bram for at ‘autopsi’. Alias are cleaned and stored properly and correctly until the time when needed is perfectly mature.
Via, or Viola Sandro, is my niece. So my cousin in Italy has a son. That's Via.
He used to play at my house when he was lonely at the inn. He's only been living in Jakarta for 6 months and I asked Trevor for help to recommend him to work at Jarvas.co.
Yes, this is the Via discussed by the Princess yesterday.
Petite girl, short, skinny, big chest and long hair painted red. Italian women are rarely tall, which is clear their faces are exotic beauties like this Via.
“I'm again a bit of a boss, so I need a distraction,”
“It should be my words,” hisisku.
“Om Dimas again dergjain Bu Meilinda ya?” guess it.
“All also know what his behavior is like in the office,” my grumbling.
“Meet me to the Mall yuk Om?”
“Transfer of your model is so yes?”
“I'm a girl, yes!”
“But I'm not-“
“Om Dimas treatktir I buy clothes yes,” cut it fast.
Just now I want to say I'm again bokek males treatir-traktir, it's been done.
So after I finished the bath, I hugged Mas Bram from behind, I whispered him right on his earlobe while putting my chin on his shoulder, and I stared him deeply in a friendly manner, “Mas... request the debit card?”
“more deket again no oil flush, kowe..” grumbled Mas Bram while handing over his wallet.
“PIN by dong Om Say,” hissisku.
“696969,”
**
I don't like crowded places.
Because my face.
But it seemed, since the ones holding my arms and waist were pretty girls, all of them did not dare to approach.
Everyone in the mall looked at me and Via. Even though I have chosen a Mall that sells luxury goods, it means that not many people visit. But I was still the center of attention, apparently.
“Limit lo 500thousand, nothing more,” hisisku.
“Lah! 500rebu mending us to Mangga Dua earlier!” via protests.
“Can be battered if I go there attacked nci-nci..”.
“Naekin dong Limitnya, we are again in Pacific Place is like Om! 500buy what try?!”
“We eat only yuk, there is Tesate,”
“Ngapain all the way here just eat satay, woy!”
And evidently, he ate a lot. There was a million meal bill times just the two of you. I was just a tongseng. Yes indeed if I see 1 menu the price is a hundred thousand anyway.
“You if in front of the girlfriend eating is also like her style?” hisisku.
“Yes in front of a calm girlfriend, Om,” she lifts her legs to the chair.
“The food I brought to ketoprak roadside aja,”
“Enak nih Om, want?” He gave me Rawon who was made sambel a bowl.
“You eat sambel pake rawon this title,” I immediately cough-cough.
“It's so weak, it's just rawit, not Carolina.”.
He said I was weak, but I gave up.
“Om..” call him later.
“Hm?” I'm sipping 29 thousand sweet iced tea.
“It's not the Boss Om Dimas huh?”
I also looked back.
Seen there, Bu Meilinda was looking down while smiling in front of a man. The middle-aged man in expensive batik clothes handed him an orange colored paper bag which he wrote Hermes. From the scene, Bu Meilinda said ‘thank you’ with respect.
I know that guy, if it's not wrong Siswoto. Our customer.
And I filmed the scene because I felt something was wrong.
Then looked at Bu Meilinda in annoyance.
Mr. Siswoto left, then Ms. Meilinda waltzed with a smile on her thick lips.
I've heard a figure of speech, if anyone notices the stickiness by itself our instincts will be moved. And maybe because I noticed the figure, we accidentally looked at it.
He was wearing a dress I had never seen.
Just this time I saw it that sweet. And unlike usual, his face this time did not wear too much make up. Natural style may be called. Usually the lisptics are smoldering red, this is just a simple pink.
He wears a zamrut green blouse, making his white skin more radiant and exclusive.
He just looked at me. I don't know what he's thinking.
I can't possibly not say hello to him, he's my boss. Our time is squeaky.
So I left Via for a second and I approached him.
Ms. Meilinda looked careless as I came.
“Mas,” he seemed to have shifted his gaze elsewhere.
“Tadi instead of Mr Siswoto ya bu?” I tilted my head while looking down at the contents of the bag he was carrying.
“Only ordinary meetings really, he will still be my distant brother,”
“Yang Gunawan Ambrose also said he was still a distant brother,”kataku quipped. “Buarantee old Mr. Siswoto is not enough for the addition of his credit limit,” I at once warned him.
Bu Meilinda sighed in response to me.
“Yes you're quiet, it's a marketing affair. There will be a part for you. The important thing is not to be a finding,”
“What?” hisisku disappointed. What does it mean ‘part for me’ and ‘don't be a find’?!
But this is a public place. I can't argue with him.
So I could just shut up and turn around.
“Dimas,” Bu Meilinda pulled my hand.
I stopped and looked a little. Maybe my current face looks really upset because I'm really not in the mood to smile.
“No need to think about it, just do your job,” said Bu Meilinda.
“Then the case, Mom should give me the part worth with the thing inside that bag,”
I know the bag there is hundreds of millions. And the credit application requested by Mr. Siswoto is worth 20 billion. The guarantee is not enough to cover the credit score.
It's called gratification.
“What's worth with the thing inside this?” forehead wrinkling.
“Think of it yourself, also my shut up cost over last night's incident yes,”
Call me evil, but the circumstances of Ms. Meilinda, contrary to my work ethic this time, her name is fraud, a fraud, enough to make me very disappointed.
Bu Meilinda took a deep breath.
“Yesterday that night the story was long until my handcuff key slammed into the sofa. The main key I keep in the bag, Gunawan do like if I style extreme like that,”
“Gunawan is husband mother?”
“Not your business,”
“AH yes right too, why do I think about Bu Meli yes,” hisisku, “My advice, Mr. Siswoto has enough help Bu Meilinda, just give back the bag,”
“This bag costs 700million,”
“oh, the pride of a Bataragunadi is only that much well,” I brushed off his hand and I left him back to the restaurant.