The Heart of Old Menjakaka
157. Let me watch the candles
"I want to buy clothes! Mas budeg, huh?" angry angry. Fira stared intently at Tian who was driving.
Tian let out his breath heavily. "I heard, Fir."
"When you hear me shut up? So how is it now? I'm gonna buy you a shirt, Mas."
"You can buy clothes. But the one that costs a million, not the expensive."
"None is a million. I've got five million! The shirt is planned to make a campus reunion event. I'd like to show off to my friends, Mas." Fira clenched both of her hands. Grieved by the circumstances.
"No need to show off everything, anyway. And anyways .. You are beautiful. Any shirt looks okay. No one will ever know how much you wear" Tian explained gently. He stroked the top of his wife's hair. But quickly the woman stopped.
"Who said? My friends know all kinds of brands and ingredients. I also can't wear cheap clothes, my body's gatels, Mas!"
"But how else? Kevin only sold a million, Fir," he said frustratedly.
"That's just stupid. Kan Mas who sell, the same time lost that nawar."
"Yes, you didn't help me. Should help dong. Bargain bidding 'women's skills."
"How dare I bargain with Aunt Sindi." Fira cut her lips.
"Yes, if you don't dare just accept the situation."
"No way." Fira nodded quickly. "I'd like to make money to buy clothes until the afternoon. Debt to the same cake Brother Mas, or to the bank," he proposed.
"So you know, I owe him a lot and I haven't paid a penny yet."
"How much is the debt?"
"600 million."
Fira's eyes immediately glared. "Mighty big. What's that money for?"
"Make a bracelet for you. But you can sell it." Tian snorted in annoyance. He knew the bracelet was for sale, because his men were indeed following Fira when she went to Mbah Yahya. "Partially you too, why go to the Shaman, anyway? If you want to be rich, work, Fir. There is no history of people going to shamans getting rich" he added.
And, Fira at that time gave her reason to sell bracelets because she wanted to get rich and asked for help from shamans. It's just that Fira added that the shaman did not exist, so the plan was not implemented.
'Kere really, buy a bracelet due to debt. There's a good thing I'm selling, ' Inner Fira.
"Mama who told you. I'll do it" replied Fira lying.
"This time do not go to the Shaman again. That's idolatry. Sins."
"I was going to take Mas to the shaman. How about we take a quick, Mom? I read Google saying it makes people rich."
Tian bobbing head. "No way," he replied lazily.
"Why? Also work. Yes it works to find money. Later, yes, we take money at his house Om Angga. We'll drain it out."
"How?" The Pole's forehead flinched. "You told me to turn into a thief?"
"Tock the thief, anyway! I'm gonna say it's a squeeze!" furious Fira.
"Same gaping not the same? You're both taking money, right?"
"Yes bedalah. The way is much more subtle. Mas will be the pig, let me keep the candles at home."
"Great son of you, Fir. Keep candles at home. I became a pig. If I get caught, I'm the battered dong." Tian shuddered, his hair instantly goosebumps. Just imagine that he was afraid, let alone that it actually happened.
"Don't get caught. It's gotta be smart to be a pig later."
"God, long time ago digress you talk."
Tian rubbed his face rough. He was silent and preferred to end the conversation which he thought was no longer common sense. However, he was still thinking about the money Fira asked for.
'Search five million fast where about? Who would lend me money?'
Dizziness and taste. Hardcore can not help, especially the bank.
***
Though Steven had intended to go home half a day and pick up Citra. But his condition was urgent and made him undo the intention.
In fact, it was 7pm now and Steven was still busy with his laptop.
As a result of most holidays do not go into the office, his work so piled up. Many meetings were also postponed. Plus Steven doesn't have a secretary right now, so there's nothing to ease his work.
"This, sir," said Dika while putting some proposals on the desk.
Steven glanced at that thing, his eyes instantly hot as well as his brain. "This what else? I'm gonna be done coming home soon! But you added it, brother!" shouts Steven mad.
"That's only five pages, just read it and if you agree sign it, sir."
Steven clucked in annoyance. "What's all, anyway? If only one! Not five!" His hands crossed the table until the empty glass on his desk fell and broke.
Prangs!
Steven wanted to shout his taste, put stress and upset in the chest. But afraid of being crazy.
"Father don't be emotional dong. I know your job a lot. But you're used to overtime." Dika was calm. He was indeed the person who had always been patient with Steven all this time, also understood how his boss was behaving.
His hand reached into the phone, then sent a message to one of the cleaning services on duty at night. To come and pick up the shard scattering on the floor. Fear of hurting Steven's leg.
"That's it, now it's different." Steven snorted annoyed. He continued typing on his laptop keyboard.
"What difference? My father has had many holidays. Delicious dong should. Fresh brains."
"I want to retire now. Not working."
Dika frowned. Confused and feeling strange. Steven's workaholic could be intent on retiring. Totally out of reason.
"Lho, why? 35 Years old if you have to retire, sir. Oh ... do you feel old, huh?"
"What do you mean?" Steven's eyes shot sharply towards Dika. He also threw a ballpoint pen in his hand but it did not hit Dika's body. His blood immediately boiled as it was said to be old. "I've told you a few times that I'm not old. Age 35 is mature, not old!" screaming emotions.
"Yes, yeah. I'm just kidding, sir." Dika folded her lips tightly. Holding laughter. I don't know why, if Steven is angry it even becomes funny according to him. "Lagian Father is strange, is still 35 years old to retire. Where's nice to retire, sir. Nonstop at home."
"Who's saying is bad? That's exactly delicious. I can accompany Citra wherever she goes."
"If you retire, who will hold this company? And what about the company of the late Mr Danu? You'll be in charge."
"Yes too, yeah." Steven pursed his lips. He massaged the eye temples. It feels so dizzy. "That's what I'm confused about, brother. Eemm .. Do I just open a job vacancy for the CEO, huh?"
"I mean, later the CEO was to hold the company Mr and the company Mr Danu?"
"Just hold my company. If Dad's company, I wouldn't work nonstop there. Only at any time and any other there is the mustache Lele. It's still safe, I don't have much time in the office."
"But before looking for the CEO, mending Mr. permission was the same Mr. Angga," suggested Dika.
"Define permission with him?"
...One dizzy nyari money, this is a lot of money even want to retire 😪...