UNREQUITED LOVE'S
CATCHING RATS
If the effort starts with cheating, it will certainly not be a blessing. I opened my own savings. Not my parents' money. I hate theft the most.~Ashoery Rustamaji~
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Amang or Rahman is busy looking for a new job after he is fired without severance. He sold his car. He bought a motorbike and paid for a one-year room rental. He wants to calm down not bewildered pursued rent a room.
‘While, let me be an online motorcycle taxi. The important thing is that every day my savings are not used for living expenses,’ is what Amang thinks. He must be safe because if he is sick or there is a sudden need he has a handle.
Sometimes she calls her in-laws asking for money to sell the house. He doesn't want all the money used by Sakhira.
‘You where? Why can't your number be reached?’ apparently Amang always tried to call the phone number of his two children.
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“Eh ..., tumben Mas came,” a staff at Distro belongs to Arie was shocked when suddenly saw Arie was in front of his office door.
“Not knowing, it seems like someone sent to come here aja,” replied Arie who wanted to enter the door lock of his study room, but could not. Finally Arie turned the door handle. It's not locked!
Inside the workspace that lights up, someone looks at the desk computer in Arie's office.
“What are you looking for?” ask Arie slowly.
“This, I have not been able to get the key from yesterday,” replied the person without seeing who asked.
“Why don't you just ask me?” arie Laanjut.
“Eh ... Mas?!” the intruder pias because he was caught by Arie.
Arie was so upset that he almost let down. Because he was too focused on campus, he forgot his control of the district. He thinks everything's safe. One month without inspection, today he suddenly wanted to come to the 2nd distro. It was almost night. He had just finished Maghrib prayers.
“Close Distro, wait until all the buyers out then everyone without exception sits in the middle room,” Arie immediately commands a staff who crosses in front of his room.
“You know why suddenly my outlet closed. I'm sure all of you know but no one's reported to me. What do you want?” ask Arie without saying anything.
“Remember, I'll boast. My mother is a lawyer and she is a member of the DPR RI. My father was a general. I'm a provincial athlete. Obviously yes my basic. Now everyone wants to fight me one by one? Or all directly I put in jail?” challenge Arie.
Not until thirty minutes , six aides Mahesa was sitting sweetly in the car in front of the distro outlet and two people down entered the outlet.
“Come Bang,” Arie who knew their arrival immediately welcomed Mahesa's aides.
“Why Boss?” ask an adjutant.
“There's rats. But no one dared to report. Here's data. Libas all his family,” Arie gives print-print and data employees.
The women are starting to sob. They can not accept that their families are also affected, being at their own outlets they do not participate in the crime of two people who have already one week started to enter Arie's room.
“Which is outside not on tell enter Bang?” intentionally Arie ‘tell’ if it comes not just the two.
“Let them watch outside, one time the rats will run away,” said Mahesa's aide.
“Kabur directly translucent Bang,” of course they understand what the meaning of the word translucent Arie said.
“Pak, I'll tell you everything. Finally one employee of the packing section opened his voice.
“What's your name?” ask the officer who holds the employee data
“I Aril Usmany Sir,” replied the young man.
“Aril Usmani, stay at Jalan Badak 2 Kebon Pala East Jakarta with NIK :.., “ the aide read the youth's personal data.
“True Sir,” sahut Aril.
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While waiting for the yanktie update of this story, we stop by the story by a yanktie friend named AISY ARBIA with the title of the novel MODE LOVE MR ARROGAN yok! The story must be exciting and will not miesel deh read it.