The Obsession of Lady Escort
Ole1 Lady Shan - shan
Shanti had just come out of the ladies room to make sure there were no significant flaws in her appearance. Shanti felt the atmosphere of the restaurant looked more quiet than the usual day. Only a few tables have visitors.
Is it because it has been in a long weekend since Friday? shanti asked in her heart.
Shanti was told by Aunt Risna this afternoon to replace the idle Liske. But with the experience he has, all the factors that can affect the success rate of getting approval for the business have been able to master.
The deal note file as many as 3 copies have been marked with pencil Shanti, the deal notes are arranged and stored in each folder. Similarly in the case of dinner offerings has been confirmed and conditioned by the butler,
Shanti's watch was shown at 19:53 when she saw Harris on the phone with someone Shanti felt was the person they were waiting for. With quick steps Shanti rushed towards the meeting position.
From a distance Shanti sees a man she believes is a Cyclone Mus. Shanti who had arrived at the side of the table could clearly see that the man had curly hair, was rather long and was wearing a brown coat of wool.
Arriving at their table area, Mus Typhoon took the remaining position, and this meant that it was according to Shanti's design. Harris stood by introducing Typhoon Mus to Shanti and Abdi.
"This is Mr. Abdi, who will supply the machine for Mr. Typhoon's needs" Harris said. "If it's Shanti's mother who will help us tonight."
After the introduction, Harris invited them all to sit down again. Actually, this introductory event is Shanti's job in driving an introduction. However, because Mus Typhoon had known Mr. Harris first, Shanti also decided to follow the flow only.
Only three minutes is the time given by the butler to get acquainted and speak stale. As a butler, he understands the best dinner hour has passed so he quickly comes to Shanti to ask permission to avoid. After getting permission from Shanti, then a female waitress came to clean the coffee they had ordered before.
Because the presentation is "cook serve method" then Shanti has time to explain that the dish that will be presented in the form of Thai food. And all of them are types of halal food consisting of two appetizers, main course and dessert.
"Taste Thai, how can you be sure of the level of halal?" ask Mr. Abdi for Shanti's explanation.
Shanti thinks that the question could be about testing her abilities or just asking.
"Yes also yes Mr. Abdi, but I believe read the largest halal culinary business article today is from Thailand you know Mr. Abdi," replied Shanti humbled.
Shanti willfully answers Mr. Abdi's question in a way that is a little low so that he can avoid sharper questions. And sure enough Mr. Abdi did not continue his question further.
Lucky me, Shanti said in her heart.
After dinner and a little discussion, Shanti will act as a guide for Harris and Abdi to present their proposal. Sometimes they seem to support each other against the proposals they make for palm oil mill development projects. The plan is to build the factory in Mus Typhoon's hometown.
Shanti enjoyed the explanation of both, for all that was said was new knowledge for her. Shanti personally gave a score of 85 for the appearance of Mr. Harris and 79 for the crown prince of PT. Jaya Abdi Machinery's.
Optimism will get the approval of a Mus Typhoon seeming to radiate from their faces.
"Alright, the exposure and question and answer session is over, then we enter the signing session of the deal note," Shanti said while standing by holding three black maps and a 0.7 mm gel pen. "I'll start with Mr. Abdi first."
Shanti began to open the first map and give the ballpoint pen to Mr. Abdi.
"Please give a paraf of each page a pack near the pencil graffiti, sir" Shanti said, helping to turn the sheet upside down and showing with the tip of her thumb the location of the paraf.
"This one was signed on the stamp, sir" Shanti said as she arrived at the last page of the document.
Similarly, for the second and third map documents, Shanti painstakingly always shows the things that need to be done by Mr. Abdi.
"OK ... done, thank you Mr. Abdi," said Shanti when Abdi had put a signature on the column that was not stamped.
Shanti rearranged the maps according to the original arrangement. Then he moved towards Mus Typhoon and Harris was. Like Abdi's signing process, Harris began by putting parafs on each page. The difference is on the second map that Mr. Harris just signed the map that has been spiked with stamp duty.
"Thank you Mr. Harris" Shanti said.
The face of Mr. Harris smiled widely, imagined having been completed again one job. As for Shanti the smile has another meaning that service excellent has been successfully implemented by her.
Then Shanti shifted slightly towards the Typhoon Mus. When the first map that had been prepared earlier by Shanti was placed in front of the Typhoon Mus, there was a soft sound of the Typhoon Mus with a slight tremble.
"Wait a minute, Miss Shanti" he said. "I haven't been able to sign this partnership yet. I could not have been given one night. To think and learn more so that I am completely sure of what is stated in this agreement," continued Mus Typhoon.
Hearing this, Shanti quickly decides that she must immediately return to her original position. It is impolite to talk while standing up. From this position he can see the faces of Mr. Abdi and Mr. Harris look suddenly become more tense.
"Well sir, if you may know in which part you do not understand this agreement?" shanti asked in a soft voice. "For Mr. Abdi and Mr. Harris can explain in more detail to the father" Shanti continued.
Hearing Shanti's question, Mus Typhoon also tried to explain that he could basically accept all the explanations from Mr. Harris and Mr. Abdi. However, he has not been able to sign for a personal reason that cannot be disclosed in front of all of them.
"Can I borrow some paper and Shanti's pen?" ask the Cyclone Mus. "Let's see, tomorrow I'll sign but let me learn tonight" he said.
"If you can tell me what you want to borrow my pen for?" ask Shanti.
"I want to write down my hotel and room number so tomorrow Ms. Shanti as secretary .. mmh .. secretary Mr. Abdi can take it," he explained further while looking at Mr. Abdi as if he was asking for permission.
Hearing that Harris and Abdi suddenly looked towards Shanti. They feel bad if Shanti has to increase working hours, especially Harris, if Shanti has to do something outside their work agreement.
Seeing the reaction of the two, Shanti quickly gave her mechanical pencil to the Typhoon Mus. Shanti also thrust a black map that will indeed belong to Mus Typhoon if signed. Shanti quickly opened the first page of the map.
"Please write down the name of the hotel and the room, sir" Shanti asked as her thumb pointed to the blank at the bottom of the deal page. "I try tomorrow morning I'm already there," continued Shanti steadily.
Mus Typhoon quickly wrote down the hotel's room number on the page requested by Shanti.
"Alright sir, ma'am, thank you for understanding" he said as he stood up after shifting a bit of the chair he was sitting on with his back thigh.
Harris, Abdi and Shanti immediately got up from their seats and stood up while facing the Typhoon Mus. Then the Cyclone Mus greeted them in turns.
"Okay Shanti I look forward to the arrival of my mother. Excuse me first, and apologize once again yes sir .. ma'am," he said. The Typhoon Mus quickly left them towards the exit.
Shanti looked at her watch, the time showing it at 22:47. It means they have been talking for more than 10 minutes about something for which there will be no answer. For Shanti just wait for tomorrow to know the continuation of this problem.
"If there is nothing else I excuse you to go home first sir," Shanti said, standing up and greeting them alternately. Then he took his handbag and the three maps and he put them slightly wedged on the right waist
"Please try yes ma'am," said Harris "Later if there is news later I send a message through Risna's mother."
"Okay Mr. Harris I wait for the good news, Shanti replied.
...**...
Shanti walked towards the exit of the hotel gate. He intends to book an online taxi outside the hotel area to go home. Shanti never attach importance to the prestige of a vehicle, clothing or food Shanti always prioritizes simplicity and health.
He understood that this work was temporary. So if he can save money, then he will have the opportunity to have capital. He can continue his life as an entrepreneur in the future. Arriving outside the gate Shanti saw the Cyclone Mus was standing while smoking. Then Shanti approached Mus Typhoon.
"Cock still here sir?" ask Shanti.
"Eh, yes, this ma'am is smoking again first" replied Mus Typhoon.
Um, 234 cigarettes, as soon as Shanti sees the yellow sign, the old pantes, Shanti's inner.
Shanti knows very well this type of cigarette is durable as is often said by her father when he was smoking while serving first.
Worried that his client might get lost, Shanti offers to go home together. He said that the direction is the same as the hotel Mus Typhoon stay, even Mus Typhoon will arrive first.
The Cyclone Mus immediately agreed. With a little flick of a finger, the cigarette bounced into a small trench beside the sidewalk. And immediately he pulled a taxi. Mus Typhoon chose to sit in front, Shanti was sitting in the back seat right Mus Typhoon. But soon he shuffled to the right for fear that the Typhoon Mus would speak to him.
"Please deliver this mother first" said Mus Typhoon.
Then the taxi driver looked towards Shanti through the middle rearview, "where are you?" tanyakanya.
Shanti, who was lazy to argue with Mus Typhoon, immediately mentioned the name of her apartment to the taxi driver.
Fortunately many taxi drivers, he must be smiling again can be an additional route, there are 4 kilos. But it's okay anyway I'm also free of course, Shanti sat up while laughing inwardly.
Taxis are running fast because the vehicles on the road are starting to go down.
The clock on Shanti's phone shows at 23:27. Then he remembered the promise of giving news when the meeting was over. Immediately he type," Wyn, please convey to Kak Widi, I go home first, sleepy."
Soon Wynne's reply arrived. It said, "Okay, it looks like it's still a long time, we're still playing while waiting for Kak Widi's announcement to enter the group which is to match the group stage next week. Ciao".
"Down next to where mom is," asked the taxi driver when he reached the apartment area.
"Oh, there, sir, in front of the exit gate" replied Shanti.
Shanti deliberately asked to be dropped there so that he was closer to the south tower. At the same time avoid the cost of parking just because it passes and will certainly slow the trip of the Cyclone Mus. Shanti got off the taxi from the right door. It was followed by a Typhoon Mus from the front left side. Then they both stood on the sidewalk.
Shanti said, "thank you sir for dropping off."
"Oh yes ma'am, you're welcome" replied Mus Typhoon.
"Tomorrow morning I wait, ma'am."
"Okay, good night sir" Shanti replied.
Shanti moved the tip of the fingers of her right hand with the intention of giving a farewell sign to Mus Typhoon. Then Shanti walked through a special visitor road that was beside the entrance gate. Looking back, Shanti saw the Typhoon Mus open the rear taxi door. Then the taxi carrying the Cyclone Mus also passed leaving the apartment area.
...**...
At 6.03am Shanti had arrived at the side of the main road. It only takes 13 minutes to walk from the apartment to its current location. Shanti is very understanding of the small roads leading to the main road, because she has lived in this neighborhood for 4 years.
From last night, Shanti planned to walk to the hotel where Mus Typhoon stayed because of the distance of responsibility if it was to be reached by public transportation. For that, Shanti wore a casual dress in the form of brown toad pants made of denim, white V-neck blouse tops and combined with a large size brown cloth belt. This suit he deliberately chose to show a relaxed impression.
Hanging on a backpack made of canvas. Shanti used to carry a laptop because it has the advantage of having a protector against water. He also included beauty tools, mobile phone chargers, not to forget he included his favorite fresh fragrance perfume, and several other equipment.
The atmosphere of the free day car has become more and more crowded. However, it is not normal when compared to before the pandemic. Shanti looked towards the hotel where Mus Typhoon was staying. Only one bridge is crossed. With the spirit of sports Shanti began to move her legs.
...**...
Shanti was talking to the receptionist, so she requested that the receptionist inform her of her arrival to the hotel guests.
"Room number 922 on behalf of Mus Typhoon, from Shanti's mother," Shanti said to the receptionist.
"Okay mother, please wait," replied the receptionist and then he walked to the phone in the corner right behind him.
"Well mother, Mr Mus Typhoon soon down, anything else can I help you with?" ask the officer kindly.
"Okay, thank you, ma'am" replied Shanti.
Shanti estimated the time it took the Typhoon Mus long enough to arrive at the hotel lobby. So he decided to go to the ladies room first to see his neatness. Finished ensuring his appearance Shanti decided to sit in the lobby facing slightly towards the elevator to ensure the arrival of the Typhoon Mus.
Sure enough, not long after a man in a white shirt and brown pants appeared to approach him. The thick, curly, black hair seemed longer than he had seen last night. Shanti recalled a poster of John Stamos that she had once seen stuck behind the door of her mother's room in the late grandmother's house.
"Let's have breakfast, it's better to talk if it's breakfast," said Mus Typhoon when approaching Shanti who had greeted him by doing a standing motion.
"Oh, well sir," replied Shanti who then followed from behind.
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