Office Hour
Glare Problem

Me and Jafar this time forward both. Bang Chairman who was, still guarding in front of the portal of Mr. Kibul's house.

Why are we just the two of us?

The answer is because we are single.

At least if there's nothing, we're not the backbone of the family.

"Bang, ask permission to meet Mr. Kibul," I said.

"Lo just now? Still belom blush?! Guts lo gede also well..."

"Gue met Mr. Kibul for a period of time or additional capital love, not for his house. Confiscate the court's business later if this discussion does not go well. I didn't bring anyone, just bring a life,"

Partially if it was confiscated also difficult selling, surely new residents will be terrorized from the surrounding environment. Home ‘Head of Tribe’.

Bang the Chairman looked at me carefully. "Gue perematin lo ye, until you act strangely, I bacok lo have idung mancung!"

My nose sneezed.

"Yes, the important thing is to meet Mr. Kibul first" I said. We are given the way, open the gate.

Mr. Kibul, the polar bear belly distended, before I squirm doi, greet us on the porch of his house.

Next is the business of Mr. Jafar who talked. I just sat there, watching in terms of compliance whether there was a violation of his actions, and they started counting the new installment simulation.

I played candy crush for half an hour.

But it seems that the new installment is still heavy in terms of income Pak Kibul.

"Still kegedean Pak Instalannya, my wife's child eat what?! Not enough daily expenses!"

Lah, it used to be minjem money he said he still had another income.

"Isn't there still a contract, sir? Reportedly there is a 15-door contract, Mr. Kibul himself signed in the income statement," said Mr. Jafar.

"It actually got my sodara," he said at last.

We both got upset. He really is a bully!

"His contract has my brother in front of it."

It turns out that the contract has a Chairman Bang, and is still the same sodara Pak Kibul, anyway.

I and Mr. Jafar snorted, a dead end case, forced to end the foreclosure.

"This is it, how am I going?" Mr. Kibul said at last.

We bengong.

Then look at each other.

He said he had no money to pay off...

How, anyway?!

"Yes! Ayy! Here you are!!"  He shouted into one of the rooms.

There was a girl wearing a veil her face was quite sweet, out of the room and looked at her father worriedly.

"This is my son just graduated from school, he's 18. Take it, but consider it paid off!"

Anjrits...

"We're not a human trafficking sect sir, we're bank employees!" sahut Pak Jafar

"Your bank is rich! Just use my son is still a high price virgin well! Pay off all my debts!"

Father has no morality.

Si Ayu had thrashed he was dragged by his father.

But after seeing me, he immediately shut up.

Then his face was red.

"Same is it sir?!" he was enthusiastic while pointing at me.

I just kept quiet while I continued playing the game.

"This is a high level...do not play with High School children!" hiss Mr. Jafar while glancing at me.

I'm going to get him in the car.

"Follow it," I said later. I'm texting Trevor.

Jafar sir glared at me.

"Lumayan for leisure time." I added.

Mr. Jafar is pounding my back.

"She joked, the heat of the matter," said Mr. Jafar to Pak Kibul and his son.

"Gue seriously," my hiss as I looked towards Mr. Jafar with a plate-mixed look.

"Take it!" sahut Pak Kibul while pushing his son. "Children are just a burden."

I feel like non-jok people hear the sentence, even if only joking, but it's not funny!

"But I taxed the price first well sir. I will return. The debt still remains. But I will find a way to ease the installment," I said as I stood up.

"Take your bag, SMA hijasah, change neat clothes. I wait outside" I whispered to Ayu.

Ayu seemed to be trembling and hurriedly entered her room, getting ready.

"Lo what the hell? Can be suspended us if you get caught bringing people's children. Do you know the law?!" exclaim Mr. Jafar.

"Your thoughts to me are so ugly anyway?! Emang in the shadow of lo will I do not girls?!" I nagged offended. "And again we take it with his father's permission! Did you record that, Cuy?!"

"Yes yes I recorded but my time was defense?! The wrong time! Can be demanded to sell our humans!" said Mr. Jafar panicked.

"When did I say I wanted to buy a girl?! Prostitution anyway?! I'll find the Chairman Bang first! Want to pay for business!"

"What business is it?" he is impatient. "Take it back!!"

"Sttt!!"

I approached the Chief Bang who was sitting with his men in the bale-bale alley. He was very alert when he saw me.

"It's okay to go home!" his yell.

Mr. Jafar was about to step back, but I stepped my foot steadily.

"Bang.." I said. "Where's the bully buying?"

"You know what?!" his challenge. "You're fucking me, huh?!"

"Gue seriously Bang, I have at home that the handle is exactly like lo's, from Ciomas, Golok Sulangkar. Reportedly it was owned by a family machete so the size is different but the handle is the same, and lastly looking for sold heirs because the champion was already dead. The problem is that it has me, the size is tere if in me, I can be unlucky if I take it everywhere,"

He looked at his machete.

Then staring.

"Lo has one too?!" curious sounds.

I showed him the photo of the cleaver I had.

He nodded in understanding. "Anj**cn... I've been looking everywhere he's been in elo."

"Gue buy you got it? That's his dad, right?!"

"Can't! This has taken care of me 15 years, he's twice banged people to death!"

"Gue buy 5million." I bargained directly.

She's stunned.

I smile.

"So the size fits the same lo ya Bang, it could be the same fit I so adem if I measure-measure anyway be ‘ibu’ if sam ague,” I give him a reason.

"I was just as cool as I used to be.." hiss as he hurried and entered his house which was behind the bale-bale.

There are also uses for the legacy of Bokap from Banten. I like to travel everywhere. Ordinary, Italian tourists again join.

Confused is not the problem Tere, the Father and Mother of the Golok family?

So gini, gini,

there is an interesting description that turns out to be one of the important requirements in choosing a machete, both for daily use, and as a protector. That is, measuring with our thumbs as the benchmark.

This thumb is used as a measuring instrument whether a machete is suitable for us according to needs. As for the technique is, placing the thumb on the blunt side of the machete (the longest side) starting from the end of the hilt, following with both the right and left thumbs, until the tip. The count is four; Mother, Father, Son, Tere.

If the end of the machete ends with a count; mother, then the machete is perfect for us to have and become a handle every day.

If it ends with a count; Father, we may have the machete, because the machete will be like a father to its owner, but noteworthy, it is, machete with the count of the Father will provide heat for the owner, irritable and hard, therefore if you choose a machete "Father" should be kept well at home and only bring it when you need a defense "The father".

While the long machete falls on the count of Anak and Tere, will bring harm to the owner.

The problem is, what I have is the legacy of someone who has been measured based on the fingers of the deceased owner before. So the count of collection objects, should not be used everyday or will bring harm if not ccok with the buyer.

Finally me and Mr. Jafar so coffee first at home Bang Chairman. He introduced himself by the name of Sa'ad. As he told stories, I admired his collection of hundreds of machetes and agate stones.

Actually do not mess around his collection it feels pingin malingin his home he just.

The introduction ended with me buying 3 blades of beautiful machetes, and Pak Jafar already with his new agate ring nangkring on the middle finger.

"I can't believe he's got this stuff, it's rare! Belom of course I traveled around Indonesia dapet. It's a little expensive, but worth it!" Mr. Jafar admired the stone on his finger.

I still smile with satisfaction I can't wait to show off to Mas Bram about the treasure I got.

"That's a soul mate, sir." I said.

Finally my machete wanted to be bought by Bang Sa'ad because it had a memorable memory on its side, I was told to barter the same collection. Yes just exchange added a little because I chose 3 blades of Galonggong Lake machete that I consider really quality in steel and sheath.

The plan is tomorrow I'm here again to deliver my Tere machete to Bang Sa'ad.

Bang Sa'ad, call it split, don't you join Ye?!

When I arrived at Pak Kibul's house, Ayu was waiting in front of his house, accompanied by his mother who was crying more.

"Sir, don't take my son! She's the only daughter!" yells

The mother tried to get the attention of the neighbors so I thought I could bring her child and could go to jail.

"I don't make it, you know. The footage of Mr. Kibul handing Ayu over is still in our possession."

The mother was shocked, she didn't think we had the tape.

Mr. Jafar rotates his files to the maximum volume.

The pale mother.

"Mom, I'll just borrow Ayu for a second. Relax ma'am, look after. Later before afternoon we take you home." I said.

Finally Ayu followed me on the road to the car.