Office Hour
Junk Investigation

We're on our way to Bandung tonight.

Ms. Meilinda sat in the front seat while dressing up while I was driving with a feeling of pleasure because this time the one in my wheel was... Jreng jreng jreeeng...!!

Bentley Bentayga !!!

I was kind of shocked when he said that his suitcase was just in the other car, not Lexus. Turns out he also keeps ‘Si Benty’ in the basement parking lot of the office!

This original car is very handsome and reportedly can run up to 301km/h. That means it can walk side by side with the Shinkansen Train. Although indeed once the contents of the gasoline trip Jakarta-Bandung can be millions , but the name driving a car as luxurious as this, the dream did not dare so impossible.

Know that I was desperate to borrow Mas Bram's Balenciaga jacket earlier. At least there is an outfit that can compensate for the luxury of my mount. Well, this is me just wearing a buluk office shirt whose arms are half-shipped.

"You why the hell if you like to smile again smile yourself?” ask Bu Meilinda. "Someone likes driving a car, do you need me to hire a driver as well?"

Hishh! I don't like to squirm people anymore!

I didn't heed it.

Ride supercar accompanied by beautiful women. Is this the feeling of the sultans when riding in delman accompanied by the empress in Majapahit? Was there a delman? Maybe it can be likened to a delman but the one in front is not a horse but a dragon.

But in my case because it is constrained by the lack of pockets so that the outfit does not vibrate optimally, so get off the car instead of being suspected by the couple instead of the delman coachman and his Noni.

Ck ck ck.

“Eh, did you see the look of the girls earlier when I came?” he spoke with sparkling.

“What do they look like?”

“Melongo surprised so, continue to hate so much me hahahahaha!” he crooked. His laughter was different from the sound of his everyday screams. His voice was light and clear.

To be honest, I like to hear her laugh.

“I didn't pay attention to them, my focus is only Bu Meilinda,”

“Ih, you have dared to woo yaa,” Bu Meilinda hit my thigh lightly.

Suddenly, somehow, in my mind there was a shadow that I could not resist.

Ms. Meilinda, in a riding position on the hood of the car.

Without excuse, I woke up.

Lothawat!

It's screwed!

This is again on the road, pamali really can get unlucky if you think so! Malem-malem slump!

The next pose passed again without excuse.

Ms. Meilinda without a piece of clothing, poses the horse with her face lowered to the bottom...

Argh!!

"You why Dimas?! How did you suddenly scream?!" Bu Meilinda directly looked at me while glaring.

This is my brain! Long ago I mutated to snoring how?!

"That's it.." I'm as hard as I'm at it to find an excuse. "I forgot not to email Mr. Danu about the Troubled Customer List Quarter One," The reason I can only be about work is because I am not good at finding excuses. But yes still the fall in lies because the report was already in the email from Friday last week.

Bu Meilinda sighed as she sat back down casually. "That's why don't most of the time think I'm naked! Wednesday morning you should prioritize sending her emails!"

How does he know?!

“Mas, I think less-less about you holding my waist, making me goosebumps,”

“Excess yes ma'am? Sori is scared,”

“Well, not scared anyway,"

"So?"

"It seems I'm not used to being touched that intimate, yet,"

"intimate? Which one?"

"What you just did,"

"Huh? Which one is Ma?" I really don't ngeh.

"You held my waist, that's a sensitive area,"

I'm stunned. The hell is it just that he's distracted? Didn't he ever get married? So dong ever touched. Also her relationship with her boyfriend has recently been up to vulgar video calls, so she should have gotten used to it.

Why get distracted with me?

I think that I did it to convince everyone that I have a relationship with the category ‘special’ with Bu Meilinda, mumpung many unexpected 'trash takers' in my room earlier.

I was silent while looking at the crowded streets of Jakarta, in front there was already a toll gate. Even though it is located near but the condition of the road is jammed.

Regarding the traffic here, I have a story. So 2 years ago I was scattered in Kebumen, my mother's birthplace. Mbahku's house is quite large because he is in the village and we are fully serviced. After 1 week it was somehow like something was wrong. It was very bored and wrong.

A week without any activity meant that, to the extent that Mas Bram offered to help with coconut meth, I weeded rice and caught eels every night, something was wrong.

It turned out that when I returned to Jakarta, I almost cried because it turned out to be what I missed. Yak! This density, this congestion, this kind of urgency in the KRL that doesn't exist in any city.

And right now because I'm riding this Benty (My call to Bentley Bentayga), so I'm not too upset about the traffic jam.

“Tomorrow if it's a change of style, don't be too romantic like earlier," I decided so rather than happen things that are not desirable.

“Eh, no!”

I raised my eyebrows. “She had goosebumps,”

“Iya, well I said how well,”

“There should I fix?”

Bu Meilinda rubbed her perfectly blow-in hair behind her forehead. “That was good, Dimas. In fact... "Bu Meilinda looks so educated while stroking both her skinny arms. "Even too convincing,"

Too convincing.

Uh! I finally figured out why Bu Meilinda's attitude from the morning was strange.

I'm not a plain guy who doesn't realize my ability to attract women. It was in my DNA from birth, until my family was in trouble. Indeed must be ‘disentil’ several times new I sensitive to the situation.

And now I just realized, that Ms. Meilinda was already entangled in my charms.

Narcissists are a yaa.

“Oh, have you been shaking yet?” candaku.

Suddenly my waist hurt. “Arghh... sick sick pain!" my lament. Uhh! I'm pinched!

Ms. Meilinda pinched me with a red face. “You are yes, if you are joking you can not be perverted!”

“Sick, Mom...” lamented while stroking my waist. Really spitting up.

“Liat road don't moan,"

“How about tomorrow we start calling ‘sayang’?” I proposed while chuckling. I'm really just kidding.

“How about now I jewel your ear?”

I'm just messing around.

“So, I just finished my lunch to the IT room to check cctv about who likes to take your garbage. That's why I deliberately came to your room and provoked the atmosphere so that they would get hotter!" bu Meilinda's eyes looked at me excitedly.

How gemes see it. She's actually pretty when she looks like this.

“Who?” I'm not less enthusiastic

“Gio.”

"Well?!" I'm really shocked.

Bu Meilinda nodded confidently. "I have the tape. Wanna see?!" he handed me his phone.

For a second, I squinted my eyes at the screen of his advanced phone. Then next I groaned in disgust when I saw the recording.

Go after Gio! Tu son anything’an anyway?!

“You want me to make this problem long or short?” ask Bu Meilinda. Long means lawsuits and courts, short means settled in a familial manner.

I flicked my hand. “I was the hadepin ma'am. You want to know the motive, too,"

“Motivation of money, Dimas. It appears that he sold everything to the girls from the marketing division and he received the money, even he held a massive auction!”

“Keep all?”

“Awas you yes, don't think want to ask for a part!” threaten Bu Meilinda's.

I chuckled, she could read my mind. “Iya ma'am, thanks for the investigation,"

“Difficult huh?” ask again.

I sipped my coffee while casting a questioning gaze.

“What's hard?” my many.

“It's hard to be too sexy,”

“OHOKK!!” I'm really shocked. What did he say?! The sexy?! Just this time someone blatantly said that. “This mom joked it works,” snorted me while grabbing a tissue. No, normally he's not joking, you could say, joking isn't part of Bu Meilinda's life.

“I am not surprised if there is a case of the girls you grab. Your face is perfect and your behavior invites misunderstandings. No wonder they can fight for you,"

“Oh, that one has also been investigated?!” sindirku. He clearly told me about my case in the old office before moving to Garnet Bank.

“Yes, I will have to know who I am hanging out with,” said Bu Meilinda while sipping her coffee.

“Don't find out too much about me. The last woman to investigate ended up in the hospital, being attacked by another woman. Just because I was a little more familiar with it than others, I was considered a ghosting.”

“Yes, but she's an ordinary woman. If I were, it would be different level. As long as you support my movement. Is that why I helped you?!"

I let out a breath. Yes, he's right. That's why I asked for his help. Because her level as a human being reigns far above the average women around me.

No one dared to tease Bu Meilinda. She's Crazy Rich, her brother's the Business Ruler, got one of her toys wrong.

"Do you know what your mistake is so that there can be bloodshed?”

“What?” my many.

“You..” Bu Meilinda leaned her body. “Let that happen. You were quiet when it happened,”

“I don't know exactly what happened,” my pretext.

“If you really love one of them, you will definitely protect it from the attacks of other women, but you love no one and just want ‘be nice’ so everything gets misunderstood. It was your fault. As if you like to play around,”

“Do not slander, Mom. That's not what I mean,"

“You know what you're like, Dimas," cut Meilinda again. “You know exactly that you're being nice, everyone is so hopeful. Basic player,"

It seems that Bu Meilinda was right. It was that moment, not that I didn't know. But I also did not mean to complain about the sheep.

Frankly, it makes my picture of women different. And for a fresh start in this new office I was determined to fix myself.

By the way, now it's even related to a much more dangerous woman!

This creature of God in front of me, with waist-length hair dyed brown and terblow perfectly, is, branded clothes that always match the same bag and shoes that if scanned maybe the price can buy a luxury house in the city center, and he comes from the Crazy Rich Darmawangsa family whose property is not eaten by 10 derivatives, it could be if I mess with him my life will collapse until the end of life.

“By being honest, Bu?” many finally.

“Bby dong,”

“Indeed there was a feeling of confidence when I saw girls fighting over me, I felt like. But the events of yesterday were completely beyond my predictions. I'm quite traumatized until now, ”

“So now again?!”

I raise my shoulders.

“How often do you fuck?”

The Another Epic Question.

“Not as often as I think.”

“What style do you like?”

Is this really what he asked? How to go about it like this.

“But butterfly style times,” hisisku cuek.

He seems to raise his eyebrows.

“Don’t say a word,” hisisku pressing it. “Plis...” nadaku is quite fond of.

“Basic of the Virgin, hahahahaha!!” he said dong terarang ituu, “You are great bsa maintain it! So you are a monk!”

I closed my mouth with my hands as everyone was watching us.

He looked at me in annoyance because I had closed his mouth.

“Eh! Sori bu reflexes,” hisisku while directly pulling my hand. The expensive lipstick stuck to my palm. Bu Meilinda instantly took out a folding glass and re-applied the red liquid to perfect her appearance.

Very good for beauty business! Hebaaat!

"Hm, I've not never squirm girls well, even quite often bidded, even made to face. But for that one, it's still protected by Him. I can always dodge.”

“Normally men will definitely take that chance. Did something make you stay away? Are you Gay? Or the radical kind? Or maybe you have a little one?" his hiss while raising his lips.

“I am not Gay, not very religious, and my size is normal. But whatever you want to say," I'm so upset.

“What do you think of my squirming time in a weak state that time?”

I looked at her, I could see a woman's face. “I don't need to talk, I already know what I think of my condition tomorrow morning.”

“Wah, thank you, at least I am so confident,” said.

I let out a breath. This kind of conversation makes me tired. “I'd rather we talk about work than feelings,” I said admitting.

I don't like the look on his face right now. I'd rather see him angry than when he smiled sweetly with eyes looking at me fixedly as if thinking of a devious plan for me. He sat leaning his body towards me, legs folded like Sharon Stone's way of sitting in Basic Instinct, with his chin resting on his hands.

“If my business with Gunawan is done, I will actually post your photo on my instagram. Maybe put on a super duper friendly pose,” he grinned. “Create gibah material, let gossip get smoother. Crazy Rich 44 years of dating the same handsome flocked! That's the line tag!”

It seems to insinuate. I don't know who else is angry.

I'm more concerned than Dieriakin toa.