The Obsession of Lady Escort
Ole 2 Suddenly pounced
"922" said Mus Typhoon to the restaurant guard who was holding a long black book.
The door of the restaurant was opened by another officer. Mus Typhoon leads directly to the coffee table, while Shanti heads to the box of guava juice. Shanti also began to observe the position of the tables that she considered could support efforts to get the signature of the Typhoon Mus quickly.
Finally, the table was chosen somewhat in the middle to avoid the heat of the morning sun and he set the position of the Typhoon Mus facing the glass-bound lobby to focus on work while Shanti faced the chef the task is to make omelette and lanes then hotel guests to the door that can access the pool and garden.
Seen by Shanti, Mus Typhoon was standing in front of the chef and turned towards him while pointing towards the cooking table as if offering to Shanti. Shanti who basically likes omelette aka omelet roll is free, without hesitation nods her head. Signs he approved the offer from Mus Typhoon.
After ordering the rolled omelet, Mus Typhoon walked to a different table location from where Shanti's table was located. Seeing the Typhoon Mus even sat in a place that did not suit Shanti's wishes became surprised.
Waduh .. Cilaka .. kok he even sat there, if this is so long to get his signature, said Shanti in his heart.
Shanti can quickly imagine that Mus Typhoon will discuss many other things outside of work when Mus Typhoon sits facing out of the pool and exposed to sunlight.
Hu-uh .. Certainly many additional stories, inner shanti.
Then looks Mus Typhoon waving to make Shanti move to the place chosen by Mus Typhoon. With a lazy taste but should not be shown to clients, Shanti moved by carrying a bag and glass filled with guava juice.
"The son here is Miss Shanti, can see the water and be exposed to the sun." Said Mus Typhoon "I'm not used to it if I don't get sun."
Mus Typhoon meant to say that he wanted to declare that he was a manual worker or a field worker.
"Yes, Mr. Typhoon," Shanti replied by trying to put on a sweet face.
"Bu Shanti is not in a hurry, right," asked Mus Typhoon while stirring his coffee after adding cream and sugar.
"Eh, yes, no Mr. Typhoon," Shanti replied somewhat stuttering.
Actually Shanti understands the feelings of Cyclone Mus who must be bored in the room there is no talkative. But Shanti's annoyance is very natural because she felt she had done her job well last night. Even Mr. Harris and Mr. Abdi admitted that there was nothing wrong with him.
Then came a waiter carrying two servings of omelet rolls complete with sweet sour sauce that had been ordered by Mus Typhoon. Then then the Typhoon Mus stood up to pick up another meal.
"I want to take fried rice first, if Miss Shanti wants to too," said Mus Typhoon. "For rice, because last night had eaten noodles," he continued.
Shanti laughed in her heart, the noodles that Mus Typhoon meant were Pad Thai shrimp. Indeed, this food is similar to fried kwetiau. Realizing that this meeting will definitely be longer than expected, Shanti decided to make this situation a free meal.
Shanti stood up, and she stepped towards the pastry section. He took a croissant and two slices of French sweet bread.he also took some toppings in the form of margarine, pieces of cheese, chocolate jam and strawberry jam.
Shanti smiled as she smeared the bread with chocolate jam, remembering that Gendis was smearing bread purchased at the minimarket only with margarine. Very different from himself smearing bread with many choices of toppings.
When the Typhoon Mus returned Shanti had finished one slice of sweet bread complete with margarine, cheese, and chocolate jam. And to remove the excess sweetness in his mouth Shanti guava juice.
"Sorry for a long time, Ady queued at the fried rice earlier," said Mus Typhoon while sitting back.
"How about Miss Shanti if we just start the conversation, worried that the report of Ms. Shanti has been awaited by Mr. Abdi" said Mus Typhoon. "take a meal is not a problem right?"
"No problem Mr. Typhoon," Shanti replied as she ate a piece of rolled omelet that had been dipped in sauce. "But actually I don't work for Mr. Abdi sir. I was Mr. Harris' partner as a guide at last night's meeting." continued Shanti after swallowing a piece of rolled omelet.
"Oh, I see, I'm actually suspicious. I've been to Mr. Harris' office there I see his employees who are women only in front of it," explained Mus Typhoon.
"Yes Mr. Typhoon that's my position," Shanti replied while hoping to worry about Mus Typhoon's view changing to him.
"In the meantime, Mr Harris' partner? I've heard from Mr. Harris his name is Liske, yes Liske is not you. As far as I know he's Mr. Harris' partner," said Mus Typhoon as if to convince himself.
"Liske is my senior Mr. Typhoon, we are one management. If for Mr. Harris, I myself have 2 times, 3 times the same last night because I replaced Liske," said Shanti trying to explain in full.
Shanti's mood has begun to feel bad, sure enough now that Cyclone Mus has called her using your word. But he was convinced that his explanation was understandable by the Typhoon Mus.
"It's also great that you can talk to Mr. Harris and Mr. Abdi, and you seem to understand enough about the proposal from Mr. Abdi, great," said Mus Typhoon with a little praise Shanti.
Then the Cyclone Mus stood up and walked towards a dispenser whose water tube was made of glass. Then he returned with two glasses of water, then gave one glass to Shanti. For Shanti just this time given a glass of water is more calming than relieving thirst.
Then the two were silent and seemed to try to finish the meal quickly. The dishes left on Shanti's plate are only croissant bread and strawberry jam. The bread was cut using a bread knife, then smeared strawberry jam. Savory bread mixed with sweet jam slightly sour is the perfect combination for Shanti. The dried croissant bread made Shanti want to wet her throat.
"Sir Typhoon wants to add more drinking water?" ask Shanti.
"O yes, thank you Shan," replied Mus Typhoon
Shanti immediately went to the dispenser where the Typhoon Mus had taken a drink earlier. When walking back direction was seen by Shanti the hotel officer was taking some empty dishes. Shanti put the two glasses back in place, and sat down again.
The last Cyclone Mus from the drinking water given by Shanti signifies the end of breakfast activity that morning. Mus Typhoon took a napkin that was the cover of the drinking glass they were wearing earlier.
"Shan, are you paying me 10 million a day?" ask the Cyclone Mus. "You're in charge of explaining what you know about Mr. Harris's business proposal and Mr. Abdi's offering me."
Shanti just fell silent, she did not expect to get an offer like this. All he had in mind was 10 million dollars.
"Where, what?" ask Mus Typhoon further while smiling.
"You are sir, if 10 million mah," Shanti replied with a style of speech that she tried to impress more familiar.
"But what about the signature of the deal, sir?" shanti asked in a speech tone as if she had become an employee of the Cyclone Mus.
"It seems that it's mah, what matters now is that we get out of this place first. There's been a lot of need for our table" said Cyclone Mus. "Come on."
Shanti immediately snatched the bag she had placed under her chair in order not to disturb or get stepped on. He quickly caught up with the Cyclone Mus who was walking while carrying a coffee cup towards the pool door. There is an outdoor lobby with an umbrella tent.
The waiter standing at the door immediately opened the door. He is a waiter in charge of taking cutlery and cleaning the table that is no longer used. However, the position is useless in front of the door of the path to the park and swimming pool.
The eyes of Cyclone Mus looked towards the swimming pool, and he saw an empty paddled hut. Then he pulled out a match and a small cigarette box. Shanti who has speed in terms of analysis concluded that Mus Typhoon was about to go to the paddled hut.
"Sir Typhoon wants to smoke?" ask Shanti
"Yes, it's not good to eat without smoking" he said with a small laugh.
Actually Mus Typhoon is not a heavy smoker. He only smokes if he has free time. At first he knew cigarettes while working as a truck kernet, when he was 16 years old. He became an active smoker after becoming a palm oil truck driver a year later. And began to reduce smoking when he began to no longer actively bring a truck around 2006.
Shanti invites Mus Typhoon to sit on a long bench among the trees. On each side of the bench was a standing ashtray made of wood as a pole. They sat far apart where each arm of the long bench was pressed by both of their backs.
"Okay, Shan we start," said the Cyclone Mus
After saying that, he started burning his cigarettes. Hearing the cue, Shanti immediately took out two from the map of the deal. And one of them he gave to Mus Typhoon. This he did so that anything that would be an explanation from him would not deviate far from the real proposal.
"OK sir ready," Shanti said
"Okay, Shan explained as much as you can about the description in the factory picture that Mr. Abdi loved last night" asked Mus Typhoon. 'Substitution, compatible, same upgrade."
"Okay sir" Shanti replied. "But don't get bothered, sir, if it's wrong,"
The Typhoon Mus nodded small, and then he smoked his cigarette.
But if the electric power in the village of Pak Typhoon is adequate then Mr. Abdi suggested to use electric power.
That's how Shanti tried to explain the three words related to Pak Abdi's proposal according to the request of Mus Typhoon as far as he knew. During the description he saw Mus Typhoon burning his small brown cigarette again. There was also the long hair of the Typhoon Mus fluttering as the wind that was blowing a little hard hit them.
"Okay, I understand now. But there's still a lot I'll ask. Including your personal view of Shan towards this project," said Mus Typhoon.
"Why until my personal opinion sir?" shanti asked in astonishment.
"Now it's 07:53, okay Shan I want to get ready first. I want to go home this afternoon" Mus Typhoon said as he looked at his phone.
"What time's the plane, sir" asked Shanti.
Hearing Shanti's question, Mus Typhoon activated his phone and opened a ticket in the form of a PDF file, while giving his phone to Shanti, Mus Typhoon said, "try to see Shan, what time the schedule is."
Shanti receives the phone and opens the file with the appropriate application. "At 12:45, this sir is an airport near my house" Shanti said half-screaming with pleasure. "But it's not Mr. Typhoon's house in,"
Not done yet Shanti spoke Mus Typhoon immediately cut, "right, but if through the airport near your house that I'm closer, almost 3 hours faster to get home."
Hearing that answer, the feeling of homesickness immediately whack Shanti. Since he has never been home. If first before having a job financial constraints are the cause. The last two years have been a pandemic.
"Sir Typhoon knows through my home area can be faster almost three hours," asked Shanti enthusiastically.
"I used to be a Shan truck driver, and lived in a transmigration area near the provincial border," java Mus Typhoon. "Well from the border to my house it's only 30 minutes.
The more excited Shanti felt to hear it, she really understood the area. When he was about to wander, the bus he was riding passed through the transmigrant area. Five years ago there was no highway.
"Sir Typhoon how did the father offer about the 10 million jobs, sir?" asked Shanti who this time doubled her enthusiasm.
"Why do you want to come with me to Shan's village?" ask the Cyclone Mus while astonished.
"You are sir, especially if you can stop by my house first. In my personal opinion, it can only be if I have seen the real condition sir," Shanti replied quickly.
Increasingly amazed Mus Typhoon towards Shanti, he can remember his talk about the personal opinion request. Because the statement is actually nothing more than a word that has no basis. But basically Mus Typhoon does need a business opinion from the glasses of a woman as his wife did in the past.
"Just calm sir, my daily wage can still be discounted" Shanti said further. "And from now on I am ready to work for you."
Hearing Shanti's statement Mus Typhoon became riled, the coffee he brought was drunk until it ran out. And back he took out his little cigarette and burned it. His feelings become unpleasant, the cause is that he must walk with women who are much younger than him and have a very attractive appearance.
Then the Typhoon Mus said, "okay, I agree, but with a note yes. Everything can happen if you can get a plane ticket whose schedule is the same as mine."
Girang not playing Shanti feelings, quickly retrieved her phone. A special travel application for air transportation.
When he entered his home city and destination city he saw there were still tickets available for the same flight time. Shanti also showed her phone screen on the Mus Typhoon.
Mus Typhoon was seen nodding when he saw the screen of the phone, then he smiled. I don't know what the smile of the Typhoon Mus means this time. Meanwhile, the ticket booking process on Shanti's phone has been completed and awaits confirmation of the payment order.
"Oke Shan, I'm going to go up to the room first. Want to get ready to check out" said Mus Typhoon. "I'm gonna go get some chocolate for my daughter."
"Later bang, why do you want to quickly check out?" shanti asked with curiosity the reason of the Cyclone Mus
I don't know why that bang call came off Shanti's lips. But certainly all of that happens because it has lost the rigidity of a relationship on a business basis. And what arises today is a close relationship because they feel the similarity of regional origin even though they both come from different provinces.
The brother's call was not rejected by Mus Typhoon, only he felt he had not been accustomed to get a bang call other than his wife. Even Siti Rukayah his wife often called him as bang Haji.
"My daughter said, I have to find chocolate at the airport if you want to get the type of chocolate that models like pebbles" explained Mus Typhoon. "But I don't know what terminal to look for."
"Can I help you find the chocolate that models the stones?" ask Shanti. "If not wrong chocolate like that is widely used as a souvenir of people going home on Hajj."
"Yes right, somehow Fatma wants that chocolate. I bought it three years ago" replied Mus Typhoon. "Some of our places are hard if we want to find something weird like that."
Shanti also laughed, looked by Mus Typhoon tooth gingsul Shanti who added sweet face Shanti. Shanti quickly closed her mouth with her hand. At once he forgot that laughing with his mouth not closed by some people can be considered a violation of the speed, especially women.
"In addition to the types of stones are there other models that you want to buy for Fatma?" shanti asked as she did an activity to call someone. "How old is Fatma bang? How much budget do you budget?" Shanti continued to ask.
Mus Typhoon tells the age of his daughter and the amount of money in a slow voice because Shanti has been connected and is talking to Aunt Risna. Shanti also gave a code that the answer Mus Typhoon had been understood by him by forming the letter o on the finger of his right hand.
Then the Typhoon Mus pointed out his index finger and moved him a sign he was going to head to his room. Shanti nodded slowly. Then the Typhoon Mus brought the empty coffee cup and stepped towards the door they had exited earlier. Shanti remained on the phone until Mus Typhoon's back disappeared from view due to having entered the restaurant room.
After finishing the phone call, Shanti immediately completed her ticket order by mobile-banking on the instructions she received via SMS. Long sitting alone, Shanti finally decided to return to the hotel lobby. This time he chose a chair that has a backrest in the right corner of the hotel lined up following the window glass. Put the bag and the phone on the table.
Long also Shanti waited in the lobby, even almost he fell asleep. Two packages of chocolate have also been received from an online motorcycle taxi. A big package for Fatma and a small package for her sister, Shinta.
Shanti has done a lot of activities using her mobile phone. Even he had called to tell Widi that he would return home with Mus Typhoon. Widi agrees but asks for Mus Typhoon's phone number to ensure Shanti's safety.
Shanti looked towards the end of her sneakers, as the Typhoon Mus approached her. After from reception for the completion of hotel payments. Looks like Mus Typhoon did not change clothes, only added a wool suit he wore last night.
In his hand looks a leather sling bag of medium size, enough to load a laptop, a few strands of clothes or paper work. Shanti also passionately told that she had managed to get a chocolate order for the daughter of Mus Typhoon as well as an electronic ticket.
"Bang, Shan-shan borrowed my brother's phone first to transfer the PDF file to my brother's ticket" he asked.
Mus Typhoon also gave his phone without saying anything. Shanti felt that there was something strange about the attitude of the Typhoon Mus this time, why it was so drastic. Is it because he calls himself Shan-shan.
"Already all," said Mus Typhoon after he received his phone back. "When you're ready, let's go."
Then the Typhoon Mus stepped towards the exit. Shanti nodded and immediately packed and carried the bag and the chocolate parcel. With an accelerated path he tried to catch up with Mus Typhoon.
A taxi stopped in front of the hotel. Then the Typhoon Mus opened the back door. Then enter Shanti and immediately shifted to the right to make room for the Cyclone Mus. However, what happens is that Mus Typhoon prefers to sit in front.
Taxis also slide quickly to the airport in accordance with the direction of Mus Typhoon. When on top of the taxi Shanti took the time to ask permission to give the phone number Mus Typhoon to Widi according to Widi's request to him. The Typhoon Mus only turned his head and nodded as a sign of agreement.
Luckily for Shanti this time the plane was on time so it did not take long for her to just stand still due to the sudden change in attitude of the Typhoon Mus. Since getting off the taxi, check in tickets, boarding passes, to sit in the waiting room of the domestic flight terminal that speaks from the mouth of the Cyclone Mus just words come, be careful, be careful.
Similarly, on the plane, after helping Shanti put things on the top drawer of the passenger seat. Then allow Shanti to sit on the window and put herself in the middle of only three words that were thrown from the Cyclone Mus.
Shanti really enjoyed the position of the window, in contrast to Mus Typhoon, since the plane took off to landing, the seat belt of Mus Typhoon never even missed. After receiving two small food boxes from flight attendant Shanti, Shanti glanced at the face of Typhoon Mus.
Yeah, he's just pretending to be asleep, Shanti's inner.
Shanti became upset, after she put the two small food boxes into a drawer from the bench in front of her she immediately forced herself to fall asleep.
Shanti was awake when the flight attendants instructed and examined all passengers wearing seat belts. But that didn't happen to Mus Typhoon. Cyclone must be touched by flight attendants, and passengers must be awake and wear a seat belt when the plane is going to land.
This brother must be pretending to be asleep, Shanti's mind.
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