Oh My Cecunguk
Discuss the claws

This morning the sky was dark. Black clouds blanketed a part of the capital. I got off the bike. Take off the helmet I used to protect my head while driving. Then hand it over to the driver of the online motorcycle taxi I just boarded.

I reached into the pants pocket. Take out two pieces of paper money that I prepared before leaving earlier. "Take the change, sir," I said as I gave the fifty thousand bills.

The middle-aged driver received the money with a sumringah face. "Thank you, Neng" he said.

"Together, sir," I said, smiling.

"I'm sorry, Neng."

"Please, Sir."

The driver turned on the engine, turned the handlebar and passed away. Back down a pretty solid road.

I stepped into the building. Reply to the security greeting that greeted me. Then stand in front of the elevator, waiting for the elevator to open.

"Hi, Alea." Sapa Jordi, my office friend who now serves as a manager in our company.

"Morning, Mr. Jordi," I replied to the man who now stood on equal footing with me.

"Don't call Sir-call Jordi. We're the same age."

"But Mr. Jordi is my superior, it would be impolite to call only names."

"It's not in the office, Lea."

"We're on our way there, sir."

"Alright-it's up to you, Le," said Jordi to surrender.

Elevator door opens. The two of us went inside, along with several other people who were both working inside this building.

After the door closed, the elevator began to move upwards. Take us all to our offices. Every now and then the door opened again, as one descended on the seventh and twelfth floors. After that it went back up and stopped on the fifteenth floor. Me and Jordi are out together.

"Where will you eat later, Le?" jordi asked as we walked towards our workplace.

"I haven't thought about it yet."

"How about we eat at the restaurant across the street from this building, or not? I heard the food there was delicious," Jordi asked.

"I'm the one who deals," he added.

"Ok-Deal" I said.

"What's the deal?" the newly arrived Sambar Naira. He put the bag on his desk. Then dropped his ass on his desk chair, right next to mine.

"Pak Jordi took me to lunch at the restaurant across the street. You wanna come?" my many.

"Sir Jordi who treat," I added.

"You are. Who would not want to eat for free" said Naira.

"Well, we will be there later in the afternoon together, yes," said Jordi.

"Ok" said Naira. While I just nodded.

"See you later, Alea" said Jordi before heading to his desk.

"Yes .. until later," I said.

After Jordi's departure, I started to get busy with work that was inexplicably endless. Almost every day the files pile up on my desk.

As a copywriter (advertising writer) in an advertising company, of course, this job is quite draining of the mind. I had to rack my brain, search and choose the right words or sentences for every ad we were working on.

Without feeling four hours have passed. It's time we took a break for lunch. I squirm, stretching out both hands to relax the muscles of the back and shoulders.

Jordi came back to me and Naira. We went to the restaurant we agreed to this morning, together.

It didn't take long to get to that place. It is not far from the office.

"What do you want to order, Le?" ask Jordi.

"Emm ... What is it?" I said cuddle. The number of menus makes me confused which one to choose.

"Said soto here delicious, loh, Le," said Naira.

Naira nodded. "Then I order that," I said, deciding.

"Not use rice?" ask Jordi.

I'm shaking. "Sotos only," I said.

"If I want grilled chicken rice," said Naira.

"Ok-wait a minute let me order," said Jordi. The man stepped into the dining reservation. While Naira and I were waiting for him at table number nine we were at.

While waiting for the order to arrive I was slightly disturbed by the noise coming from the table next to us. I turned my head for a moment, looking at the four men occupying the table.

The first man I saw was fat with a dragon tattoo on his neck. While the two men next to him had thin bodies. I'm guessing those two skinny guys were brothers or something. Both have similar faces. Narrow eyes, a pretty sharp nose and also small lips. Both look great, I think. The other man, who was sitting behind me. The man was white, visible from his hands that were not covered in cloth. At that time the man was wearing trousers, combined with a black shirt and also a leather jacket maroon. Her hair is in copper paint. His body is tall and proportionate.

I hurriedly turned, as the man I was looking at turned back and looked back at me. We looked at it for a few seconds.

My heart felt dag dig dug when caught off guard by him. To distract him, I chatted with Naira. While occasionally glancing towards the man again, through the tail of my eyes.

Not long after, our order arrived. One serving of chicken soto for me, and two servings of roasted chicken belonging to Naira and Jordi.

We also immediately took it. Filling our empty stomachs that had been screaming for fill.

"Wait on! Pay first dong, Bang," cried someone loudly. The three of us looked over, looking at the owner of the voice. Someone who is one of the officers in this shop. The waiter's gaze was fixed on the four men who were sitting next to me.

"You talking to us?" ask one of the men I thought was cute.

"Yes. After dinner pay first, dong. Don't play run away" said the waiter, again.

The thick-bodied man advanced, approaching the servant with a mocking laugh. "Don't you know who we are?" said it.

"Am I supposed to know who you are? You obviously have to pay before you leave."

The bronze-haired man also came forward, approaching the servant. His eyes were fixed on the name tag stuck in the servant's work uniform. "MUHAMAD LUTFI," he said, holding the name tag.

"New boy," he added.

"What if I'm a new kid!" reply the servant named Lutfi, with a defiant tone.

The bronze-haired man smiled, dismissive. "You're too fierce. Not suitable to work in this place," he said.

Shortly thereafter, the manager of this restaurant ran in a hurry to reach the five people who were struggling. "I'm sorry, Mas. He's still new. So do not know who Mas Alan is," said the manager to the bronze-haired man.

"Teach him to be more polite" said the bronze-haired man who apparently named Alan.

"Ready, Mas. Again I'm sorry,"

Said the manager. I don't know what the man named Alan did. The manager seemed so disinclined to him. Even the manager also let the four of them get away with it without having to pay for the food first.

After they left, I, Naira and Jordi again continued eating that had been interrupted by the commotion.

"What do you think made that manager let them go?" jordi asked between her meals.

"Maybe one of the four men is the son of the owner of this restaurant" Naira said.

"Well, what do you think, Le?" ask Jordi, again.

"If I think the manager is scared. Maybe the sneakers once threatened to tear apart this restaurant or something," I suspect.

"Both make sense" said Jordi.

"Why do we talk about that. Let's finish the food quickly. Lunch is over soon" I said, reminding.

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