Office Hour
Stephen and Andrew

We're busy.

How busy?

A busy rice worker sits suddenly dapet orderan 1000 dus for tomorrow morning.

A busy editor sorted out thousands of novels to choose from as winners of the #Strong Woman contest within a week.

Busy KPU officer quick count popular ballots overnight.

That's how busy we are.

I even paid 5 security to block ‘pengganggul’ who came looking for me. If Desi the heck I give kiss cheek already a loyal follower. He was quick to scold the girls who came.

Anyway, I don't want to be bothered, Selena and Cecil even followed up staying at the office. The difference is, I sleep on a folding mattress in the pantry, they're on the couch in Meilinda's room.

Do not let them know what the sofa is used for...

Why are we busy?

Because tomorrow the Performance Meeting (abbreviated : Raker) begins.

Day of slaughter, said marketing.

Day of slaughter, we say.

Today spread the charm, management said.

It was a busy day, Syarif said.

From the start shareholders, owners, all related directors, and branch personnel are all invited to come. This is the day of the rapot division if said the old High School boy in the 90s.

As busy as ever there are important events. Like all of a sudden Mr. Stephen came and there was a new kid in my division named Andrew. And Selena somehow immediately turned pale when she saw the guy.

So when I finished bathing in the office still wrapped in a towel around the waist, it was still at 5 am, Mr. Danu nongol still wearing a black t-shirt. (I really did not think there was anyone in the office at that hour, President Director anyway. Get wet already).

"Mas, there's Stephen sam Andrew in David's room, acquaintance there," he asked.

Acquaintances.like children SD.

"That dark circle is getting thinner, wash your face first sir so that the eyeliner does not fade gutuu," my candaku tried to divert attention while brushing your teeth in the sink of the dishwasher. The problem was very serem squirming a pale figure around black eyes.

No, it's not a panda. That's Vampire.

"Tato lu kinclong very, you sandpaper ye. Naughty really you yes. Beware of you macem-macem," he replied with a chuckle. My transfer didn't work. I put my index finger to my lips.

"Lo don't need to take SOP, it's been diem aje, Paaak," I whispered trying to negotiate.

"It's not you, it's been dragged to the tattooist plus SP4,"

I chuckle.  "Eh, don't be crazy lo ye, SP is only until 3 well, it's out direct mail subpoena and foreclosure. Don't bother lo. I've been dancing, ntar I'm following," I snorted.

"dress? Cieee who wants to meet a rival," he sneered while out of the pantry.

(SP : Warning Letter. What is meant here is a warning letter for customers whose installment payments are stuck. Usually, between one letter to another is 2 weeks to 1 month. SP is only up to 3 stages, after which it continues to Somasi and Foreclosure Letters. Usually both parties - Bank and Customer - have used a lawyer if until this stage for negotiation about the assets guaranteed.)

So at half-hour 6, even the sun hasn't been nyampe, my office is still rame as a dawn market. All busy making materials for Raker. Ready to be slaughtered exactly. At least they were determined to defend themselves first before being humbled in front of many people.

I wear a casual shirt patterned with long sleeves, chino pants and slippers swallow (pake shoes later, still early in the morning), walk to the HRD room while stringing a matching colored tie.

I passed by the room of Mr. Haryono, of the many people he was the busiest because he had to handle the availability of space, layout, consumption, stage and more, it also prepares performance for operational units and IT units. I saw that he was even still wearing a singlet and a sarong, his hair was still tied up, doi was also bobo in the office. For an age as old as doi, his body is still perfectly muscular, cool also the look.

Except the plaid holster. I was wondering if he was wearing no pants behind it. If the bird flies, it can scatter all concentration.

"Eh! uh! Noodle lizard!" call him to me, I paused briefly in front of his room to respond to him. "This is your finding for my division so much ye, I came lieur asw! I'm doing aje lo!!"

"Lagian megang most divisions, if not much findings so I don't work dong broo,"

"Gue is getting early retirement because of lo kampret!" gibberish

"Don't pendi first dong, I'm not satisfied ngebully lo... wakakakak!”

He took me with a rubber band, I ran away.

(Pendi \= Early Retirement. Retirement that occurs earlier than the terms. Usually in private companies the retirement age is around 55-58 years. This year Pak Haryono turned 52 years old. Durhaka also I know old people).

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"This is familiar first bro. Andre Wicaksana, he's Stephen Wijayakusuma's nephew" Mr. David said.

"I'm Andrew sir." he reached out to me.

"Yes sir, abbreviated. Andre W's... So Andrew."

"Oh." I said. "I'm Dimas...Ta."

"Jancoeg, that's the broadcaster Radio Ardan," sis Mr. David while giggling.

Suddenly the air became very cold, and there was something like a prick from the front.

I turned to the creature in front of me, who was standing next to Andrew. Somewhat jiper his stature is quite intimidating my kecharmingan soul because of it. It looks like a Hollywood movie player who launched in Wolferine: Origin. Daniel Henney's.

(Udah do not have to laugh, yes Aunt Author is indeed the same personage since reading ‘I Hate My Boss’ Margaret Aegis).

"Sir Stephen," I half looked down. "How are you? healthy? Had breakfast? Do you want to meet me in my new room?"

He still judges me from top to bottom. Then he clucked.

"Still the boy turned out well," he quipped.

"Work or not is determined by attitude toward others, sir," I argue.

He nodded.

Then straighten his chin.

"Gue denger lo pinter really here bro, try to give me the prospect to face Raker," he said.

I grinned.

"Then ask prospects to the audit team anyway. Incentive to me so well, don't go to Miss Sarah," I hissed while tinkering at my phone.

After getting the phone number of an old acquaintance, "Brother... How's looooo!" my broom.

My friend from the end of the world there nagged.

"Eh, I know you just came home from clubbing, don't be pretentious to say still malem-still malem deh. Still strong stamina, I understand! I'm for deposit ye, 50 aje. The ratenya fit ye's counter." I said.

My friend across the phone nags faster.

"Lo tuh new dapet project from the government, the news everywhere do not like to quibble! Blocked ye 6 months bro, lo liquid tadpole me lessin half bunganye. E-banking used to be 5 billion now, the rest RTGS by noon!"

My friend across the street can only say "Kuyaaaaaa!!"

"Gue wait 15 minutes. My account number is wa. The data ntar send an email to me." shoot me, then I disconnect fear my pulsation runs out over time.

Mr. Stephen raised his thick eyebrows while asking me with his gaze.

"It's Alex Beaufort." I mentioned the name of the friend I just called. Is it him, who else has a lot of money? When I was poor, Mr Sebastian?! It's good that Alex ate the King Crab I don't love... The Road Tax to drool the bells is paid.

Hearing the name Stephen turned his face away with a wry smile in disbelief. Maybe he didn't know I had a network.

“So, what is it sir here? It's less people here huh?” my many. Somewhat brash anyway, discharged sebel also diliatin the same look songnya it. Yes I'm back.

“Gue came here on a certain mission, You do not need to interfere.” he smiled suspiciously.

I pretended not to understand and as usual tried to distract myself by chatting to something else. “Let's Mom Sarah is under the realm of Mr. Stephen dong yes,”

Suddenly his smile disappeared.

“It's also good that Mr. Stephen can control 'activeness of work', personnel here his brain is not on nyampe if invited to chat with him.” added me.

Mr. David was broken. “Ora lepel we chat with noble families, Maaaas. The ne wis bedoooo language. We're calling him kromo!”

“Saking chrome instead turned into binary code, dizziness is better not horrin lah!” my reply.

We both broke down.

Stephen scratched his nape “Sarah that bad?” tanyanya began to doubt.

“Yang patient ngadepinnya yes Mr. Bro, if not strong wave hands,” hisisku.

“Welcome hand where?” Stephen's father started to panic.

“Ke Mr. David is time to I.”

“I wave my hand to you Mas, kowe la wudo blejet wis megem si Sarah... hahaha!!” Said Mr. David. (Wudo: naked).

I sneered as much as I could, the toys were physical... “Sort I want to squirm tuyul aje use bug1l in the middle of the room,”