TITISAN MY DAUGHTER
23 STEWARDESS

A handsome young American came to an important meeting today. At 10:00, he and his two subordinates, Alfa, and one Winda who is good at English-Indonesian as their Spokesman. All eyes were amazed to see the young man who walked ahead of his two employees. Really bright and friendly towards them all.

Chang was already waiting in his room and was accompanied by Shabita as his secretary. "Van, please share all the files with them, one by one" he asked in a soft tone.

"Good, sir." Shabita immediately shared all the folders containing the file with all those who had sat at the board meeting table.

"Please read it first" Chang said. He patted the bench next to him to signal Shabita to sit there.

Shabita, according to him, the girl is now also paying attention to the contents of their meeting materials today. "Sir, our financial statements last week have not been provided by the assistant administration department. He said Toni had not come until now" whispered Shabita, covering their faces with the map.

"Where are our financial assistants? If Toni wasn't around, she would be?" whispered Chang as well.

"Said Toni also did not allow him to input the company's financial data in detail."

Chang frowned, recently he met with such a strange case, instead of having his assistant and chairman cooperate, but this is another story. There seems to be something strange about what Toni did. "You're lupain Toni. He just thought he was dead. I don't like the undead like him" he forbade when Shabita would say again.

"Okay, this is the file you sent yesterday. We've read it all" said Winda. Thirty-five-year-old mature woman with reddish hair and glasses attached to her face.

Shabita and Chang were startled at hearing the sound of the Winda, they hurriedly behaved normally. They both looked at the file given by Winda. It appears that Winda is discussing with his superiors.

"Said Mr. Pramuda, seeing the financial and company is getting worse, then we cannot accept the risk to agree to cooperation in your company. Sorry .. it was a difficult decision for us" said Winda.

The steward cupped his palms together and said, "Sorry," he said. Then he whispered back to Winda.

"He will gladly accept you again when we feel there is hope and assurance for us to entrust our finances to you." Winda interpreted the words of the priest.

The three of them waited for Chang to raise his voice, but the young man instead raised his folder high to cover it whispered to Shabita. "You think?" ask Chang.

"I understand, Sir. If only they were here, they would explain" Shabita replied. What the girl meant was the finance manager, the administration and the marketing ranks, but until now only the two of them were in the room.

"Let them exist too, if the report is not on them is just as free." Chang sneered in annoyance.

"Have the discussion finished?" ask Winda.

Chang again lowered his folder and placed it on the table. "Give us that chance, Mister. We will carry out the best of your trust" Chang asked.

Winda whispered again to the priest. He interpreted Chang's language to her. After he finished, he said, "What guarantee and how can we trust your company to hold that much money?" Winda delivered the words of the priest.

Van, just nguyang. You will be rich and no longer need to work. Hihah.... The devil in his mind spoke. Or you tease the handsome businessman up ahead, you can melt him down.

Shabita shook her head she wanted to get rid of the whisper. Unknowingly his eyes met the eyes of the Priestess who looked in wonder at him. The girl immediately turned her gaze to Chang, but her neck said another. His neck is stiff and can rotate on its own without his will. I'm setting. Damn it! Shabita cursed the devil in her. Unknowingly his eyes flickered themselves at the Priestess. Less acidic why are my eyes? Shabita quickly covered her face with the folder in front of her. He had seen the reaction of the surprised Pramuda at once fascinated to see it.

"Why you?" strange whisper Chang looked at Shabita's behavior.

"It looks like I'm on a ration-" Shabita immediately shut her own mouth. It was not he who spoke earlier, it was arranged by that person. The mouth does not know itself. Bump the girl.

"What the hell, you?" asked Chang astonished.

"Hello, can I talk to you for a second?" reprimand Winda when he saw they were both busy talking behind their respective folders.

"Ekhem," Chang mendehem and straightened his seat as his two fingers were put together at the table. "Sorry, we were just discussing about your question earlier," Chang replied.

The man patted Vinda's shoulder three times. Winda immediately brought himself closer to her. "Look, said Mr. Pramuda he changed his mind. He agreed to give you that chance." 

"Alright we understand," Chang said with a disappointed face.

"Sir, the intents in front of it agree. Not no" whispered Shabita.

"Times?" Chang could not believe it.

"True, we agreed to give the opportunity to you. Please use the best capital from us is yes, sir," said Winda.

Chang gawked in wonder and was also happy. Because he wondered how it could be approved when they had refused. It's strange, but he felt that he put aside first for the sake of the company's future progress. "Thank you" he said happily.

They looked at each other and both nodded, then stood up to give Chang and Shabita a hand. "Happy work, good luck." Winda represented the two of them talking.

"Thank you," Chang and Shabita said at the same time as they returned their hand.

"You ... Shaby?" The flight attendant read the ID on the girl's shirt.

Shabita turned her head to look at the young man. "Yes, I am Shabita" he answered.

Steward smiling. "Thank" he said, leaving them.

Shabita smiled back at the smile of the flight attendant who was still expanding out there. Chang looked at Shabita who was now looking at him.

"She was the same as you?" ask Chang.

"That's the hell I heard. You think I don't speak their language, you can. I am not****-*****very strong. Although in school often be bullied with friends," said Chang. "Your eyes are talking to each other, I'm not happy to see it, let alone you smile flirtatiously at him. I'm not happy anymore" he added.

"Freak dad, my spy, that's angry" Shabita said as he walked through all the folders on the table and took them away.

"How much did you rent your eyes, I'll pay! Anyway just call it, just so you don't look at him, I pay by the hour." Chang shouted in annoyance.

"Cinting!" Shabita went back to his office and put the folder containing the file on his desk.

****

Anggara was still busy handling the case of the discovery of the body last night. He had not slept at all because he had to take care of all that. Inspector Zamal approached him, offering him a cup of coffee and fried food.

"It used to be brackish still warm" he said as he sat on the porch of the mansion while tasting his hot coffee.

"Thank you" Anggara said, drinking. He then took a fry and ate it.

"We've contacted the party who has CCTV around here. He said he'd give me the footage last night. Hopefully we can see the real thing" Inspector Zamal said. He crossed his legs and smiled at Anggara. "Yesterday that's why you brought him. Did something happen at home?" Inspector Zamal changed the subject.

"Him?" Anggara.

"Your wife is a loh," Inspector Zamal said.

"Oh, she's not my wife. Still friends, sir," Anggara replied.

"Why is that close?"

"I want more, but I don't know him." Anggara sighed while rubbing her face.

"Say you haven't?" tanyakanya.

Anggara looked at his superior at a glance then lowered his head while smiling blandly. "It was, but it was rejected."

"Why are we still together?"

"I'm the one who's mean," Anggara replied with a bitter smile.

"Pity," Inspector Zamal shook his head while rubbing Anggara's back.

A tall and skinny man came to report. "Sir, Jonathan has come" he said in his honor.

"Send him here!" inspector Zamal's orders.

The young man immediately followed his orders. Not long ago the command came with a white package containing CCTV and tape recorders, as well as his laptop.

"Sir, this is all the result of our association" Jonathan said as he sat down and opened the package.

Inspector Zamal noticed the stern-faced and slightly filled young man unpacking his findings. His eyes sparkled when there was a single photo there. "Is this the suspect?" He took a picture of the girl there.

Jonathan took the photo from her. "No, this is my boyfriend" he replied quickly.

"The photo of the girlfriend, the nyelip there," said Inspector Zamal.

Anggara and the other policemen immediately gathered to see the footage playing on their laptops. They were astonished at the disbelief of seeing someone come to the mansion that was the scene of their current investigation, becoming an act of murder committed by someone impossible to reason with human common sense.

"What is that, sir?" Show one of them.

Everyone looks at what is designated. A young man came while receiving a phone call, he stood up while looking for someone. It was not clear his face but they could see that it was a young man. The young man sniffed a foul stench. He flapped his face and covered his nose. Still receiving calls, he walked around the mansion. Someone came with a body infested by flies directly strangling him from behind. Seemed the young man tried to fight but he was unable to breathe because of the smell that made him disgusted and maggots that also spread to his body. After the young man was no longer alive, the perpetrator fell to the ground. The dead now come back to life and laugh, then leave the perpetrator. The body of the perpetrator suddenly melted.

Inspector Zamal patted Anggara's thigh. "That's what your girl said. He's walking alone!" yells.

"Hii... Sir, the ghost is a mah." They both goosebumps.

"We'll have to look for him until we meet, otherwise he'll be looking for another body" Jonathan said.

"But we don't know who the victim was. His face was invisible" said one of them.

"Sir, try asking your girl who knows she can feel it." Advice from Inspector Zamal.

"Yesterday he was just kidding, sir," Anggara replied.

"Just ask, there's no harm." Inspector Zamal urged in a gentle tone.

Anggara scratched his head. Then put on his hat. "I went home and changed my clothes. I'll think about my advice" he said.