Revenge of the Tax Officer
Too Comfortable...
Sastri arrived at his parents' residence at exactly nine p.m. Both of his parents had been waiting because they had said there was an important matter that he had to talk about. Since working at the Director General of Taxation, Sastri chose to live separately with his parents. From the results of working at six companies for three years abroad, he was able to buy an apartment unit and one unit of the latest sports car.
“You've eaten?” asked the mother as soon as she saw the princess arrive home.
The princess who used to be so graceful and cheerful has now changed somehow because of what caused it. Both parents even today still wonder about the change of their only daughter.
“I've eaten, Ma. Straight away, Pa. I've asked friends who are fellow alumni and they say if Andrew's company has been acquired by another company. So I feel weird-“
“Wait!”
Mr. Mahardika was a little surprised to hear the news conveyed by his daughter. “Arew's Tecno.co company has been acquired?” Mr. Mahardika wants to make sure what he hears right now is true.
“Iya, Pa. Andrew's company has been acquired by Jo Group company. Hence –“
“Wait!, did you mention Jo Group?”
Sastri sighed as his father interrupted his unfinished words.
“Iya, Pa. Tecno.co has been acquired by Jo Group. And what makes me wonder is Andrew's presence in Papa's office as an investor? Isn't it weird?”
Sastri's question actually made both parents quietly look at each other. Sastri noticed a strange gurgle from both his parents, “Is there anything I don't know?”
“Nothing.then you know Andrew from where?”
Degs…
“Em..he's on campus with me, Pa. I told you.”
“Oh yes. Sorry, Papa forgot. Tired all day not rested. Yes, then Papa rest first. While you're here, Papa wants to ask. When will you take over Papa's business?”
“Later I thought, Pa.”
“You slept here right? Sometimes sleep at home, we are lonely. It's better if you get married soon. Let this house be crowded.”
“Maaaa. I'm home yes!.” Sastri left his parents' home.
After the daughter's departure, the couple were talking about an important conversation in their room.
“What is this, Pa?”
“Papa also don't understand, Ma.”
“What if Sastri finds out? Mama's afraid that Andrew was deliberately sent to destroy us, Pa.”
“Already, Ma. But gradually, Sastri will find out too. We better find the right time to discuss this with Sastri and we discuss the existence of Andrew.”
Ariyanti's mother nodded small. Both of them lay with their eyes hard closed because the flashes of the past came back to them tonight.
After leaving his house, Sastri who had wanted to eat but because of his mother's words he became tasteless. Sastri stopped his car in front of a chicken noodle shop when he was in high school. Sastri luxury car certainly invites the attention of the visitors of the tavern is no exception the seller of chicken noodles.
“Still in, Sir?”
“Eh, the Eneng turned out. And then it turned out, the more beautiful it was. Uh, you're so nervous, still, want to eat here or wrapped?”
“Here, Sir. Iced tea too sir, as always.”
“OK..”.
For the men who were in the stall, Sastri's appearance was beautiful and inviting attention but for their partners would be a jealousy until the spark of jealousy was sprinkled towards Sastri.
“Almost here purposely to show off, if at a fancy resto who wants to see. The ones that started there are common.”
“Iya, Ma'am. His life was quiet so pingin was noticed.”
Sastri can only take a deep breath to dampen the anger, “Yee. There's a lot of ice, right? It's nice to cool my heart that's getting hot because of the sound of flies.”
“Eh, the Eneng. Where there's a clock fly like this. Anyway, where the hell did Neng just appear now? listen to America, huh?”
“There are some children who still come here. Those who say that Neng was accepted at the Obama campus in America there. Right yeah?”
“Iya, Sir. How many months is it here. There used to be a go home but just a moment. Oh yes, which school children did I have?”
“That rame man, who often truant.”
“Oh, yes. I remember.”
“Gih eaten first will be cold. Dad go there first.”
“Sip..”
The flies that were mocking him now turned silent as if they regretted gossiping about him. Sastri himself casually devoured chicken noodles that he loved first when he was in High School.
Ting…
“Tomorrow, we will audit lawyers 50 AD, get ready gaeyssss!”
A message in the office group made Sastri again have to take a deep breath. The one unfinished problem arises again with Andrew and now has to pay the 50 AD lawyer tax which must be very time-consuming.
Sastri got out of the chicken noodle shop and drove his car to where he thought he could relieve the pressure in his mind right now. Many young people were together there until Sastri undo his intention to go down.
Tok.dok…
“Mas Adit”
Sastri was surprised to see who knocked on his car glass, “Mas here?” sastri asked starting the pleasantries because he felt like he was caught off guard.
“So I was again on the road, keep seeing you out of the chicken noodle stall. Yes, I follow. Turns out you came here,” Sastri down and walked closer to the big rocks break the waves that are on the seafront.
“You again have a problem?” adit asked, holding Sastri's hand. Treated so, of course Sastri was surprised but he tried to act ordinary.
“View clearly huh?” sastri asked while looking at Adit at a glance and then threw his face back towards the sea.
“Iya. You can tell me if you want. I'm ready to listen.”
Sastri smilingly looked at Adit, “Thank you, Mas. If later I can't be sure to tell Mas. Now let me handle it myself. Sorry, Mas. I have to go.”
Sastri immediately woke up from his seat then, “Are you avoiding me?”
Degs…
With a smile, Sastri turned his back, “What am I avoiding, Mas?” he answered the question with a question. A pretty good trick to buy time.
“I feel that's what you're doing right now?”
“Sorry, Mom. I have to go. My time is not just for fun.”
“But, I need your answer now?”
“What answer? I think I misunderstood.”
“That's what I want to know. What do I mean in your heart?”
“Mas it's my friend.”
“Who are you really?”
Degs…
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