
Copy heard the roar of Setu's car engine getting farther away in his sense of hearing. In a hurry she rushed, intending to chase after her husband. He was afraid of losing track. This time, her determination was unanimous, she wanted to bring her husband up.
Hurriedly he gasped, chasing Setu who was far ahead. He kept his distance so as not to be caught by Setu.
Twenty minutes later, he saw Setu's car stopping somewhere. In a magnificent hotel, close to the wedding reception hotel of Setu's business colleagues yesterday.
Copy looked carefully as Setu got out of the car, then into the hotel. She got out of the car, looking for traces of her husband.
"Where is he?" batin Copy when already in the hotel lobby.
"Excuse me, madam. Can I help you?" ask a receptionist. A woman wearing a uniform with a short front skirt high above the knee, greeted the confused Salin.
"I'm. I'm looking for my husband, mistress. In the name of Setu Sandoro. If you can find out in what room number?" ask Copy carefully. He did not want to be suspected by the hotel.
"So soon, madam," said the woman kindly and bowed respectfully.
The woman checked something on her computer. Then he said what he had just seen to the beautiful woman before him.
"Sorry, madam. For his room number we can't tell just anyone." Suddenly said the woman. I don't know what he read on his computer screen.
"But why, madam? I am his wife, I have the right to know my husband dong in what room number," protested Salin did not accept.
"Sorry, madam. It was an agreement between the person directly and the hotel. We are not spreading the personal identity of our clients" the receptionist apologized, feeling bad.
"So... mas Setu privacy so that others do not know that he stayed here?" batin Salin disappointed.
"But, madam. I just want to know that my husband is right here. I just want to make sure that my husband is in this hotel, because the parents of my husband are looking for him. There's something they want to talk about. When I did not pick up the phone, and when I chat was not answered. That's why I came here, madam," said Salin at length.
Hoping for his beautiful bouquet to save himself, managed to catch Setu in this hotel who knows with whom.
"But the madam, the man and woman have teamed up with the hotel if their identities are not to be kissed by anyone including his wife. As soon as he told us. Once we apologize, ma'am."
"What's? Is Setu with women?" inner Copy. Almost collapsed it to the floor. But in a hurry he maintained his body weight. He didn't want to embarrass himself in a public place like this.
Unfinished the receptionist was serving Salin, suddenly a new client came and asked the receptionist.
That opportunity Copy used it best, to escape. He wanted to find where Setu was now. I can't wait to see Setu with that woman.
"Mas, what exactly are you doing here? And who are you?" batin Salin pilu's. He took his foot up the elevator. As fast as lightning she ran from the lobby so badly she wanted him to catch Setu her husband.
Copy stepped in his steps. I don't know where that move took him. He was on the eighth floor of the hotel. She's confused. There are a lot of rooms there. He doesn't know where to go. And all those rooms are closed. Makes it harder to find Setu.
He faintly heard the voices of women and men who were giggling in one of the rooms. He focused his sense of hearing to find out where the rattling sound was.
***
Tok tok tok tok
"Who?"
"Room service."
The man nodded his head.
Chequelek
The sound of the door opening from inside.
"Is there a problem?" ask the woman standing at the door to the person claiming to be the room service.
"I want to change the bed sheet, ma'am," the hotel official said. He covered his face with a mask, almost covering his eyes. His head was also decorated by the hotel's own distinctive hat.
"Oh, please," replied the woman. He also retreated his steps so that the hotel officer could enter.
The hotel staff entered slowly. It was like he was looking for something.
"Who, At?" ask the bass voice that made the attention of the hotel attendant turned to the source of the sound.
"Hotel officer, ma'am," replied the woman who opened the door.
The hotel clerk who was none other than Salin, was on the spot. Staring at the man in front of him. The other is her own husband. She was shocked to find her husband alone in a hotel with a woman.
"Oh, let it go. Let him do his job" said a man, who walked from behind Setu earlier.
Increasingly surprised Copy with the view in front of him. Two men one woman? That's all he has in mind now.
And again men and women appeared from the same direction when Setu came out earlier. More and more astonished Copy saw all that. What is this show really?
"Thank you, sir, for the cooperation. I hope we can be partners. And our cooperation will continue" said a middle-aged man who shook Setu's hand.
"Together, sir." Setu answered straightforwardly and steadily.
"Cooperation?" inner Copy.
Allegedly wrong. Setu did not come here to check in with a female friend, but they were having a discussion at a hotel. But, wait? Time in the hotel room there is a meeting place?
Initial intention to catch the husband, uh even he got a prank. Here's a business meeting.
Copy circulate the view throughout the entire room. There was a small bed, a sofa, a desk and a work chair neatly arranged in the room. But since when did a hotel room in magic become a meeting place? That's what makes copy wonder. Or two wrong ones. Or because he's less up to date.
You see, Salin has not met with the hotel room as well as a place for meetings. This is the first time in his life. Fortunately he disguised himself as a hotel officer if not he who was caught by Setu.
"Dead me," Inner Copy. Moreover, realize he carries a bed sheet that is different in size from the size of the bed in the room.
Afraid of being discovered, Copy pretended to tidy up the small bed, which was indeed a mess. Then apologize for carrying the bed sheet wrong.
"Sorry, sir, madam. I was wrong with the bedsheets. I'll be back" he said nervously.
Hurriedly he stepped up, leaving Setu and his comrades behind.