The Value of Loyalty
Wrong Type

Linggad entered the room immediately loosened the tie that had been wrapped around his neck like a giggle.

“That's signed in who?” The right foot was in front of his desk.

“Rindi.” Answer from back.

I also know, if it's Rindi's job even without asking even if not asking.

A mistake that now drags his name is very appropriate to vent his anger. Maybe it's time for revenge. That girl is guilty.

“You know what your mistake was?” Turning around, stared intently at Rindi.

The sleeves have been rolled up to the elbows.

“Ma-sorry sir, I ti-don't know sir.” Rindipun had stood up when his name was mentioned earlier. Down staring at the anger of the boss, trying to guess where his mistake lay.

“In every job, one word you always have to remember is thoroughness.” Ballpoint in hand made as a tool to point at Rindi.

“Moreover in the finance section. One number only, or one place alone is considered big. You know that, right?”

“Tia, please help him check back all the incoming invoices last month! Kamil too! All ayu too, let's quickly run.”

Do not want to waste time just by getting angry, the problem must be immediately known and resolved. Before things get complicated.

“Good sir!” The answer is almost in unison.

Tia as a senior picked up a pile of incoming invoices that had been neatly stored in the vault.

Looking at the appearance of the superior who was far from straight, and ordered all the troops to descend into the same battlefield there seemed to be a considerable problem.

Divide the invoice into 4 equal parts, and each part is divided into one by one personnel. After getting the file submission from Rindi they return to their respective desks to match the numbers listed on the invoice with those attached to the report.

Some time of silence and drowning in their respective busyness until saura was heard from the corner there. A girl with a very expensive voice.

As the name suggests “Ayu”, a girl with typekal is quiet and graceful. His voice may be too valuable to be listened to by people who have no special interest at all.

“Pak,” With a very soft voice like a gust of night angon. It even requires full concentration just to listen to the explanation.

“Maybe Rindi typed wrong sir!” Say again.

Now the whole gaze was headed towards Ayu.

“Please see Tia, what's wrong!” Linggars.

Tia started to head to Ayu's desk. His two friends just looked at them.

Moreover, Rindi, she must prepare herself to face the tantrums from her superiors. Or even a tantrum from the above superiors again.

“Me?” Linggars.

“Hem, typo. Should be Rp 719.324.980,00 typed Rp 791.324.980,00” Tia.

“Wow. The fantastic! Seventy million more." The voice suppressor is full of seven fingers pointing forward.

You don't intend to see your work?” Asked with a cynical look towards Rindi.

Is this pure anger or is there an element of revenge? But rest assured the look on his face shows if the volcano is ready to explode at any time.

With a very heavy Rindi began to step towards Ayu's table, as well as Kamil. Do not want to miss Linggar also stood up to them. Seeing the writing mistakes that make the boss have to deal with the superiors.

The five people made Ayu's computer screen the focal point of their view. Then move to the pile of invoices that are in front of Ayu, repeating a few times just to ascertain the truth of Ayu's speech.

Rindi who had prepared herself to receive anger was now only able to be subdued to receive the anger of the boss.

“I considered corruption equal boss.” He said loudly while pointing at his own chest firmly.

Rindi was getting bowed even almost shedding tears.

“Seventy million entry domper can make crackers how many?”

Seventy million just to buy crackers? Is there anything else to mention besides crackers? Jewelry or branded clothing perhaps? Tia who had wanted to interject undo her intention saw her superior's face burning with emotion.

“It takes a few months salary for you to return that money?” Still with burning anger.

Rindi who is an ordinary and new staff with a small salary, lucky he worked in one of the big companies to provide a salary that is slightly more than UMP. But to pay for the loss he himself seemed to have to fast for several months

“It is still good if if the boss still talks about salary problems, if the others? Firing with a black note, READY?” His words were firm or cynical.

He wants to be angry but in front of other friends may make Rindi feel more cornered.

Looking at Tia and shaking her head towards the door, made Tia give the code to the other friends to leave their room, leaving Rindi and Linggar both. With the door closed.

But really, this is not included in the revenge plan that he suggests. In fact, the plan of revenge only in the form of mere discourse, never realized until this moment.

“Are you not satisfied to hurt me, to ask for help from superiors to bring me down?” His voice was cold impressed.

“What is less for you to ruin my life so as to destroy my career as well?”

“Do I really mean nothing in your eyes?”

“Until when do you keep hurting me?”

Intonation is declining.

Either his speech is still in the work environment or has come out into the personal realm. What was clearly implied was the anger and disappointment on his face at this moment.

Rindi was only able to bow.

It never crossed his mind to destroy Linggar's career. His mistake this time was purely due to human error, without any intention.

The typing error that was exchanged for only one place had a huge impact, not only on Linggar, but on himself who was the main suspect in the case.

Even if he should be fired, his name might be included in the black record, citing corruption and harming the company. Will there be a company willing to take it to work again. He might feel at home waiting for a soul mate who comes near.

Yes if the soul mate really comes, if run aground?

Remember she is a widow, a widow. A nickname that always makes it seem inappropriate to pick up another love.

Then what about Linggar, whose notebenya a man and prospective husband who is supposed to be the breadwinner for his family later?

Rindi had scratched a lot of wounds on the man, but this was not a treatment. Really am!

Her tears began to pool at the corner of her eyes. Feeling always brings trouble to Linggar. Maybe he should stay away from that guy. Otherwise he would continue to be the cause of grief for Linggar.

“Is not satisfied you hurt me?” Now the sound seemed to weaken, but somehow it became a trigger for tears that have now spilled over the cheeks.

“I.....gak......ever............intend...........hurt.........kak.” Even the sentence began to stammer because it held tightness in the chest. Linggar was right, he always made this man hurt.

Rindi while rubbing the rough of her tears, making Linggar filled.