Office Hour
My Past (2 of 2)

I remember clearly until now, they were clawing at each other. Blood everywhere.

Security secured them, police intervened, HRD interrogated us. And because I'm still needed by the company, and I'm basically not involved actually, they're the ones who think I'm their boyfriend, even though there's no statement IYA from me. So I kept working, HRD fired those who were fighting.

I think the problem is solved there.

A few days later, the same thing happened again.

They began sending rat carcasses to other employees, vandalizing, pouring blood, human waste, splintered food to people they considered rivals.

Then the fight happened again.

I can only be confused.

When I was calmed down and asked: Dimas, which one is your boyfriend?

My mouth closed again in confusion.

So my head took over the performance of the mouth with ‘m drowning’.

That movement is enough to make HRD understand, that they are not actually ‘parku’. Another dismissal and a police report.

Many times ‘barah’ cases occur until me and his Command become victorious. His name is AKP Rama Bagaswirya and We are good friends until now so often he went back and forth to my office to handle my condition.

Until at one time finally Rama said, “Sori Bro, this time you have to come too. We need a key witness in court,”

It was like a hard blow to my head.

Already up to the green table, that means the case is pretty severe. One of the women pushed another woman into the street, until she was hit by a car. At the same time, there was also a woman who pushed her friend from the 50th floor. Fortunately, it was prevented.

But the charges kept going, and the police eventually secured us who were involved.

HRD can no longer take care of my personal matters.

I, too, am a different person.

When AKP Rama was moved to headquarters, Kompol Dirgantara replaced him. I was quite surprised because he was Dirga, my friend at High School. She was arguably the one who understood me because we were quite familiar.

He was a brawler. They often sniffed the police.

The Dirga is working to wait for the Opponent High School at Basis while the motor gear muters are tied with raffia rope. When the other party is seen, he runs the front, he swirls the gear into the air to threaten the other party to retreat.

The opponent retreated, he was caught by the police.

Me?

Ngumpet. I'm lazy to join the brawl, why try. I even changed my normal clothes and hid my uniform in my bag.

But in the end I also freed him from the clutches of the police. After first laughing at him who was dried without clothes, just use k0lor doang squat with others in the field while snapping at Mr. Commander.

Dirga was an orphan, and I used to claim to be his brother or sister when I released him. My face is memorized by Pakpol because almost every week I go to the office so they do not ask for my identity anymore when I pick up Dirga at the Police Station.

Lah, now the Dirga is even a cop. Is it so often that he is arrested, secretly motivated instead?

I don't know.

For sure I am grateful because he has ‘tobat’.

When he replaced Rama and we met again, he just said: finally your good looks eat the victim too, Mas.

And at that moment I also realized.

I've been treating women wrong.

**

After resigning from the old office, I isolated myself in my mother's house for a year. That year was long because I was really traumatized.

It is understandable that his bloody tragedy was to seize and defend the Beloved Motherland. Even appreciated.

But this is a bloody tragedy to fight over me.

I am not a king, not an Emperor, not a leader of a certain state and creed. I'm just someone who happened to be born tamvvan.

Obviously it made me ansos. Anti-social meeting with others. Wiggling man, especially if he is a woman, innannya parno only.

When the isolation period runs 6 months, I began to get bored in the room just playing games, I also began to be a little able to interact. I used to help my mom at her rice stall. Good for the seller, he said. My mother's rice stall became crowded when I worked there.

Actually I'm comfortable working in the stall, I work for 6 months to help mom, until suddenly... Bram came in his new car. Fortuner VRZ that at that time looked very dashing in my eyes. This is a long time ago well, do not compare with today's cars.

Moreover, my brother's style is a style of young executives, with expensive suits from designers, and shiny leather shoes with the logo ‘Salvatore Ferragamo’ pride. Maximum handsome, let alone we have Italian ancestry. It must have been undoubted.

I was just a t-shirt, shorts, flip-flops, carrying trays filled with rice.

Then my second blow, he told my mother :

“Buk, want to open a branch? I was promoted to manager, three-digit salary Buk! There are more funds to raise ibuk business!”

Jederrr!!

My pride is torn.

Damnit damnit! I can't just help you sell rice like this. I also want to like my Mas. Investor of Waroenk Nasduk Bu Lastri.

I also covered mepet-mepet to Mas Bram while whispering magic words.

**

The first time I met Ms. Meilinda, she was already unfriendly to me.

The first woman who didn't like me, yes she did.

Pretty surprised there is a woman who is ketusi me not because there is ‘meaning certain’. And it turned out to be comfortable for me.

So, uh,

This is where I am.

In a large bank belonging to the Bataragunadi conglomerate family. His name is Garnet Bank.

In this country the name Bataragunadi is quite influential. Same if you mention the name ‘ I know the Hartono family, Salim, Tandjung, Hamka’ people so mingkem, yes like that.

I'm here using the connection. Because my past likes to make trouble. My performance is fine in my opinion.

My connections are Garnet people as well, Masku's friends, yes it was, Si Trevor. The son of a conglomerate who sohiban with MasKu, finally he became friends with me too.

Think, I'm a lucky commoner.

Trevor asked Kadiv HRD at Garnet Bank to hide the case in my old office so that my performance was not disturbed.

And the view of Bu Meilinda at that time...

Stabbing and suspicion.

**

I remember when I set foot in the 30-story Garnet Bank Building. Luxurious look, like the typical Garnet building. Glamour. I was directed to directly meet the person whose name was Alexander David Huang.

“Jan nggilani kowe, what is ngelowong nang Audit. Quality kowe nang Marketing. Lu the ai placein people in the market division huh! More for neng ngono, percoyo ae tak kandani!”

The language is mixed ala chindo surabaya but in the same blender Jaksel. I'm familiar with the Javanese language does not understand.

But I see it around me. The quality of the employees here is really great. Nothing is standard. A member of the Office Boy uniform is suitable to be a soap opera player. Is this really my real place? The world of glowing people?

“A-a-anuu.. my ability in accounting, understand a little about engineering because take computer science in college. But if marketing, not my field,” I said.

“Opo sing ora your field? You are grinning ae wis iso making klepek-klepek! Surely not interested in marketing, arek iki isok dadi wong sugih loh,” he nyerocos convinced me to take the marketing division, marketing, but I think I'm getting into a dark abyss when I jump in there.

I was salfok to the belt with the letter H he was wearing. Tempted to please continue to pawn, can buy a car one unit like. Duh, glare...

“Father will know my own past, if my smile can make people fight each other,”

“Well, not that gossip? Ancen nggilani. I think Trevor lebay, ancoook ancok hahaha. Iki webat. Wisah lah, you to Meilinda aja place yes, she is anti man tuh!”

“Who Sir?”

“Meilinda, Compliance Director. Your Hereafter Boss,” Mr. David pressed the button on the intercom, “Sek yo ngundang deck e,”

And a little while later, a woman came into Mr. David's room.

Staring at me from top to bottom cynically.

“This is Trevor? Kok unconvincing..” so he said.

Not sure how to try?!

“You try first two months of cooperation arek iki, Mel. Do not nyinyir mulu lah liku lambu koyok mercon. Wong passing ae you snapped, Sayrif cma nyapu doang you omeli, gaisak I look for another whis boiling sirahku iki back and forth you change staff!” it seems Mr. David is nagging.

Looks like loh...

Not sure about me either because he was talking excitedly.

It seems that what I caught, that is, he was no longer able to find other employees for Bu Meilinda because many staff resigned repeatedly. Looks like Bu Meilinda's kind of a boss who judges.

“Your father David. Be careful if it is not capable. I'll move you to Center,”

“Eh vow con? Cok nggilani ngono iku! Oh, I got the center! Madeu!” nagel Mr. David.

“My credit!” sahut Bu Meilinda while waving a glance at me, gestured for me to follow her.

After showing me my room, he then said to me in a sewot tone. “You are so songong anyway?”

“Songong, ma?” my question is not to understand. Because my feelings are in the calm mode from earlier.

“Don't pout me dong! I am your Boss. A little friendly why? If it wasn't for Trevor I already kicked you out of the building!”

Pout said.

I haven't smiled in a long time because of trauma.

Since then, I have changed my attitude towards others. I rarely smile, and I am afraid to smile. Not that I pout constantly, only rarely pull the corners of my lips form an indentation. Fear of misunderstanding again.

I also became more straightforward, my mouth began to learn that every problem is not finished just by silence. But that does not mean ‘diam’ is not needed. Silence at the right time is more important, and ‘Silence’ is not necessarily Golden’.

But my mouth started to cause trouble at my first meeting.

There is a Bank policy that is not in accordance with the Audit. And at that time Bu Meilinda was the proposer.