Trapped With The Jelita
Break Room
"Where's Pulul Pa?" ask the wife to her husband who even went home in the afternoon even though today is the first day their child is active in the office, although the child was carrying his own car but at least their vehicle went hand in hand when he came home.
The woman looked at the gate that was closed by their housekeeper, marked no more cars entered, then where was her son? did you meet your friends first?
"Still in the office" said the man who is now stretching his tie which since morning coiled around his collar.
"Who what? did Papa tell him to overtime?" frowning did not understand.
"Ngaco, where there are overtime people in the office he was just busy messing around is unclear," replied Irman who received a report from his assistant about what his son was doing.
"Main-play?" Riska was not understanding.
Irman let out a heavy and long sigh and sat in the living room grabbing a cup of tea that would always be available if she came home, of course the wife who prepared it.
"Papa wants to take a shower" Irman said later.
The man seemed reluctant to discuss about their son to the wife, because he knew how well his wife, could-be later the wife even follow to the office.
Riska followed her husband who had moved into the room, her mouth also issued a question that was ignored by her husband.
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"What's the gue for?"
Ralen looks back and forth in the pantry while his eyes look at the wall clock that points to the number of 4 hours past it means this is the hour to go home from work, and he as a janitor will go home half an hour later after doing his job first, which is cleaning the office or disposing of garbage left by employees.
Though Ralen already knew what he had to do at this time, but since his mind was contaminated by the words of Ipul this morning made him so out of concentration, his mind was filled with the word '5 O'clock to my room'
"Mom!" reprimand Safiq who brought the dirty glasses he took from the employee desks.
"Hem." to just answer Ralen seemed uninspired.
"The work of Mbak work, the office staff already at home tuh, garbage piled, Safiq sih nemenin Mbak overtime yes, this abis Safiq want to go home," her cerocos reminded the woman who from the morning her gestures implied restlessness.
"Gee!" only a hiss came out of Ralen's mouth, upset but still working on what the 18-year-old OB said.
His feet stomped towards the division that was diverted to this 9th floor, carrying a broom and washcloth that was slung over his shoulder.
The woman began to sweep every corner of the table as well as wipe the table that looked a little wet, perhaps hit by a spill of water?
Table by table and under the pouch he began to clean, the trash can did not escape his attention, collecting the garbage into one large bag, he said, then bring it with him after he finished cleaning the room that had been crowded to be very quiet at home like this.
A little creepy considering this floor is long enough to be left empty.
Ralen shuddered in horror when he suddenly even imagined about ghosts that might have inhabited and controlled the 9th floor.
"Why did you suddenly get goosebumps like this?" Ralen rubbed his nape while walking quickly out of the room and took a thousand steps towards the pantry until it collided with Safiq who was about to come out.
"Ouch! look at dong Lo Fiq if the way," Ralen's nagging that fell on the floor while Safiq managed to hold his body by holding on to the doorposts so as not to experience things like Ralen.
"It's Mbak who ran away why I was wrong," said Safiq did not accept.
"Bodo is very, very wrong Lo! You're a guy," Ralen accused as he rose from the floor that had just made his butt hurt.
"Well, gender determines who is wrong" Safiq said, intending to help Ralen stand up but too late because she was standing alone.
"Where are you going?" ralen asked when Safiq was wearing his sling bag.
"Go home, it's five o'clock, '" said the man who had the fly under his chin.
Similar to actor Rano Karno, but remember! just the mole alone because the face of the boy named Safiq is much different maybe if it is likened to the sky Rano Karno while Safiq is a stone pimple, really very much different.
"Gue also went home if so," said Ralen quickly.
"But his son Mr. boss asked Mbak into his room."
Safiq's words were like lightning striking and in an instant made Ralen sigh in frustration.
"Gue thought it was just a lie," Ralen grumbled not to think that Ipul was serious in his words this morning.
"Udah there Mbak, rather than being hit by SP mengingan datengin dah," said Safiq who even scare.
Do not know the boy that Ralen is now really made dizzy with the subsidiary owner of the company.
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A woman was seen pacing in front of the room whose door was closed.
The woman is Ralensi Jelita, it seems that her activities today are more filled with pacing back and forth thinking about how to avoid the man in the room there who might be waiting for her impatiently.
Impatiently? what is he going to do?
Ralen took a breath and let him do it over and over again to win himself over while mustering up the courage to open a door that was not in the lock.
"Everyone should not be afraid, if he sort of reports his Father," said Ralen with a hand reaching the handle of the door made of iron.
"Excuse me sir" he said as the new door opened slightly.
"Got long!"
Just lowered his head even already got a protest because he who was deliberately lingering, until it only came when the needle in the hour pointed at the number half six.
"My work is just done, sir."
Ralen entered but his face showed how shocked he was when he saw the room was so messy, a lot of paper scattered around the table even until there was one in front of the break room door.
"What are you doing?" ralen asked with a face still gawking in disbelief at his own vision.
The man in question just pinched his lips.
"Please go, please" he said.
Despite using the word please but Ralen is still irritated, it's already home hours and he instead had to clean the room that seemed to be made a mess on purpose.
"Sir.."
"What?!" it seems to have begun to be comfortable with the call of the Father until no longer protesting or indeed lazy to remind the stubborn and ugly woman.
"Surely, it's time for me to go home."
"Keep why?" ask Ipul while sitting on the table so calmly.
"I don't want to settle down, you know, you know, you know, you know" rejected the woman who did not bring her cleaning equipment.
"But the janitor here is elo, yes you also dong who settled," concluded Ipul did not want to budge.
"Lo debt paid off," said Ipul quickly before Ralen opened his mouth.
The offer given clearly made Ralen tempted, the debt paid off? when else would he get a chance like this if not today, right? brainwave boss son slightly sliding.
Work on his request now and his dealings with the man he finally knew his name through the name plate on the table were completed today as well, and in the future he will work quietly without having to play hide and seek again like he did this morning.
"Deal," said Ralen with a face that was no longer as pale as before.
This offer was a new spirit for him, his debt of hundreds of thousands would be paid off without him having to spend money, imagining his salary intact was really very pleasant.
Ipul flicked his shoulder, "deal," he answered a sign of agreement.
Nimbly Ralen out of the room with a broom and mop and did not forget a bucket of water and then immediately returned to collect scattered paper, it took him almost half an hour until he finally wiped the sweat that soaked his forehead after finishing sweeping.
"My break room is also messy." with the rest of Ipul said that when Ralen would just come out after finishing mopping the floor.
"Huh?" ralen's mouth opened showing his stupid look.
"My resting place, all of you," said Ipul clarified.
"If the agreement is not finalized, it means Lo.."
"Yes-iya has not been diterusin," sambar Ralen already know what Ipul wants to say.
Ipul smiled as he raised his eyebrows mocking the woman who snorted cynically at him.
When Ralen was already in the room whose fate was not much different from the room in front of the face was again made to look in disbelief.
"It's a sleeping abis man what a lumping horse play anyway, it's a mess like this!" sumpul Ralen found blankets and sheets scattered on the floor.
"It is my intention to do it" he said again and then fell silent when the door suddenly opened.
"Jain fast, I want to go home," orders Ipul to walk in with his own closed door with a clicking sound that neither of them realizes.
Ralen did not answer, but his heart was now filled with all the infinite swearing for the man named Saipul Gunawan who with his eyes stood watching him like a foreman.
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