The Heart of Old Menjakaka
165. Why so fucking!
"What do you mean?" Steven's forehead flinched. "I never credit anything. Especially the pot and negligee!" refute Steven.
"I don't know, sir. But they're looking for Father."
"Excuse me! No business!"
"I threw him out. But they're still chuckling, sir."
Steven turned off the phone. Lazy response. Anyway, what the security guard said didn't make any sense. Throughout his life, Steven never credits anything.
Never mind the cheap, the expensive never. He always buys cash.
Steven also believes, if Citra can not credit. What else is a pot and a negligee. It really is the mother-mothers.
Ting~
Sound of notification chat coming in. New number. Steven read it right away.
[Sorry to interrupt my work time. I'm Yuna, Ayank Bejo's young wife. I just wanted to ask for help .. so Mas would pay for my pot and negligent credit. Two creditors are coming to the office, Mas.]
Steven's eyes suddenly melolot reading this chat it. It was so easy for the woman to ask him to pay, as she thought.
"CK!" Steven clucked in annoyance. "What the fuck is he. It's nice to ask me to pay the credit, who does he think he is? My wife? My family?"
"Partially, do you know where my office address is trying? How could the credit man come here? What does he think I'm the ATM machine?" furious Steven. He was angry with his own cell phone.
Dika and Arif were still standing there and watching Steven blabbering, but from then on the new secretary candidate had his own smiles watching Steven.
'Great-looking, yes, my new boss, ' Inner Arif.
"Mr, sorry. So how?" ask Dika slowly.
"And I told you, get rid of the credit man! I don't want to pay!" press Steven without looking.
Dika flinched in wonder. Confused by what Steven said. Like not connecting. "What credit, sir? I asked about Arif. Is he accepted or not?"
"Oh. Eemm .. If he's from Brother Sofyan, I'll take it. Now you show me where the room is" Steven said. He couldn't resist, because he knew the quality of Sofyan's work. It is also impossible that his brother gave an employee who works original. "Keep guiding him for a week to become a professional secretary" he added.
Dika nodded quickly. "Good, Sir. Then we'll excuse us." Dika bowed politely, as well as Arif. The two of them stepped out of Steven's room.
Dika opened the door of the room that was right on the side. The name 'Secretary Room' On the doorstep.
They went inside.
"This is your room, Rif," said Dika.
"Yes." Yeah." Arif nodded, then sat down on the swivel chair. Dika opened some proposals on the table, then explained.
He also explains how Steven schedules, from morning to morning until and other activities. Arif immediately recorded it in a book and remembered.
"Oh yes, Brother. How long have you been working with Mr Steven?" ask Arif curious.
"After I graduated college. Maybe 4 or 5 years."
"Is Mr Steven married, brother?"
"It has. Not long ago she married her boyfriend."
"Oh. Still have kids?"
"Not yet, just got married yesterday. Time is directly bunting." Dika chuckles. Then they continued their activities.
Go back to Steven's room.
The handsome man was busy staring at the laptop screen, looking at some pictures of the construction he was running. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Steven clucked in annoyance. To be honest, he would at least like to be disturbed if he was at work. Because according to him, it will make his old work finished.
Gts ... Gts ... Geck.
The door was knocked back.
"Lake in!" pekik Steven's.
Ceklek~
The door was opened and widened. A man in uniform came inside.
"Sir Steven, please forgive me. There are some people who are looking for the Father" he said with fear. Head bowed.
Steven glanced at him. The man in front of him was the office security guard and the man who had called him.
"And I said send me out! Why are you still asking me to see him?" furious Steven.
"I've been kicked out, but they're raging, sir. And the worse .. there are two more people who are looking for the Father."
Steven looked at her. "Who?"
"They are dept collectors from the bank. Said the father who will pay the debt of Mr. Bejo Santoso who is due."
Steven's eyes were wide. She's surprised. Already the credit maker he ignored, but now there are actually more who collect debt.
"Credit is still out, sir. I hope you go out and meet them."
Steven clucked in annoyance. He immediately stood up and pulled his coat. Snatched the cell phone on the table then stepped quickly out of the room. The guard followed Steven.
'Why is Bejo in so much debt? Basic troublesome! Why should he be poisoned?! It should be Kevin!' grumbled Steven in heart.
Outside, in the office. Four people are standing. Two men wearing black leather jackets bearing the name 'dept collector' and two other mothers. Both are the same age as Sindi.
They are creditors. And both of them were wearing front sling bags. His hands each held a debt book and a pen.
"Good day, what is Steven Prasetyo?" ask a man wearing a black leather jacket. Looking at Steven who was straddling.
"Yes. Who're you?" steven asked pretending, looking at them in front of him.
"I am a dept collector from the bank. Want to collect the debt of Mr. Bejo Santoso. Last time my friend and I had come to the hospital .. he was unconscious because of poisoning. And his wife said that you would be responsible" the man explained. His outstretched hand handed Steven a piece of paper. It was a proof of Bejo's debt to the bank, along with the details.
Steven gritted his teeth. It felt so emotional to see the nominal 10 million at the end of the paper. Just this morning 10 million dollars floated, now drifting again.
That's really fucking Steven today. Maybe not just today, tomorrow too. As long as Bejo is in the hospital.
"I paid for it." Steven was lazy to argue and he recalled Angga saying he should take responsibility. Instead of him going to jail and being weaned, it might be better for his property to be the victim. Immediately Steven typed in his phone screen, then sent the money to the account number listed there. "Oh, I did, yeah!" Steven's phone screen pointed at the two men in front. Show proof of payment.
"Thank you, then we'll excuse you. Good day." The man moved his head, then stepped away towards the parking lot. His friend ran after him.
"The old man didn't come out. We got rusty waiting," said the middle-aged woman wearing a negligee, staring at Steven's annoyance. He's a credit-doctor.
"Yes, you want to run away from responsibility, huh?" sahut the other. He's wearing a hat, a pot credit guy.
"I'm a busy man! Stop babbling and tell me how much I have to pay!" steven with a sour face.
"Mbak Yuna has a negligible debt of 10 sets. 1 negligee costs 500 thousand. So it's 5 million in total" explained the negligent credit maker, giving his debt notebook to Steven.
"Mbak Yuna did not just take the pot, but other kitchen utensils. Here, you can see for yourself." The bank creditor gave his notebook. And suddenly Steven's eyes were wide, his eyeballs looked like they wanted to come out because of his shock. Because the nominal is much greater than the others. That's 20 million.
His chest immediately felt hot, his emotions stirred. Want to scream and shout. But confused as to who. Finally all Steven could do was stroke the chest. Then, with a heavy heart he sent the money they asked for.
'So 10 million this morning, 10 million more. Now 5 million and 20 million?! 45 Million my money is floating, a big loss! Not to mention the hospital fees later. Papa must have asked me to pay. Will anyone ever pay off debt again? Ah ... when I was in mourning for retirement, what dream did I have last night? Why so fucking!' inner Steven dongkol.
...Dream of defecating in a closet like Om 🤣...