Against Julid's In-laws

Corruptions

As I said yesterday, today I have bought a gold bracelet for my mother-in-law. Later I will give in front of Mbak Dita, so that all my brother-in-law is more hurt.

Right once, after the market, Mama and Mbak Dita were sitting relaxing.

"Mom, Ayu wants to talk, it's important." My words approached Mom and Mommy Dita.

"What ? Not satisfied with the mother's child ?"

"Surely sensitive, Mom. Soon soon ompong. Come on, Ayu wants to give you a present."

"What gift ?" Ask Dita quickly.

"Hhh, if it's a gift, gercep !"

"Emang why ? I won't ask either, just for the doang !" Reply Dita Ketus.

"Yes, it's up to you. Don't ask me to debate first, I'll hold my mother's gift." I said a little threatening.

"We, shut up !"

Dita closed her mouth shut.

"This is Mom, real gold, a bracelet for mom."

"Really ?"

"Yes, but I kept the letter in a safe place. Gold cannot be sold, let alone sold. Wear it every day, until bored. If you want to change the model can also, as long as it is not sold. If sold, my mother's monthly money is cut, then I won't buy it again."

"So cruel, anyway. But it's okay, the important thing is that mom bought it. Oh, that's pretty."

My mother-in-law was beaming happily. The price of the bracelet is not comparable to the abundant sustenance. Although annoyed with the in-laws, must do good at times. Who knows, my kindness can make my mother-in-law disappear and not Julid again to me and my husband.

"We, look, that's great. Asik, I'm not ashamed anymore if the teaching event."

"If you give sincere thanks, the time of his letter was heeded. Not fake gold." Said Mbak Dita with a hostile face as usual.

"Now, the photo of the letter. Deliberately not given a letter, let the gold not in the cat burping garong." I'll show you a picture of the letter from my phone.

"In this house is a cat ?" Ask plain mom.

"There's, Mom, a cat with hair."

"Nyindir ?"

"Didih, who's sindir ? A child who feels sindered. Cats have hair."

"Whatever !" Dita threw away her face.

Suddenly Mas Adit also joined.

"What is this for ? Again for the money, yeah ?" Ask Mas Adit.

I didn't answer. After all, what he thought was money. Exactly the same as his wife.

"Well, it's really fitting that you're here. I'd like to ask for a job. Anything, rather than nganggur kayak gini not delicious. If you can't lend money, give it a job, don't be stingy."

"The pentol in the square would like, Mas ?"

"The pentol ? My husband is Bagas' brother-in-law, made into a confidant of the cake or the financial part of it, don't be stingy !"

"The job vacancy is only there to be a pentol seller, if you don't want it already."

"You, I want to, Yu."

"Mas !!!"

"Here you go, shut up, Dit. You want us to keep drowning ?"

Tumben Mas Adit's mind is straight. Surely he is very desperate and needs money, so want to work anything.

"I'll ask Bagas first. His name is also household, yes all decisions must be taken together."

"Tumben you again, Ayu. Often like this, let the mother's grandchildren be good children. The bracelet, thank you, well, today we are at peace." With a cry mother entered her room while continuing to hold the bracelet that had been coiled in her hand. I think I like the model. Hhh, thank goodness.

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Today I decided to bring lunch for my husband to the production site.

"Darling, why are you here ? His stomach is so big. It's near birth day, it should be a lot at home."

"Just have lunch, Mas. It's close at most. I miss eating together, because lately Mas is very busy."

"Yes, honey, sorry. Frozen food orders are many, so production must be on a large scale. It gets busy."

"Thank God, the sustenance of our son, Mas. Oh yeah, what's the pentol, Mas ?"

"Safe, but there are some quiet stalls and sometimes losses."

"Ah, hell time, Mas. Let me check his financial statements here."

"Let's just do it, baby. You don't get sapped."

"It's okay, Mom. Just checking on doang."

Finally, Mas Bagas gave me his report. I saw the record of the entry of each stall. There are two problems. One profit stall is small, but it still makes sense because its place is in the village, not in the highway area.

Another one near the square. There's a gaffe here. Almost half a month there is no profit at all, even though the place is very strategic.

The payment system in the pentol branch uses a system of wages per day. So, even if it does not sell, employees are still paid. However, if there are consecutive losses, then there will be an evaluation and handling.

"Mas, this is the branch in the square in Mas Adit's hands, right ?"

"Dear, why ?"

"Aren't you half a month of continuous loss ? I think it's impossible, that place used to be the most rame, you know."

"Maybe it's the bosen, baby."

"Ah, the hell time ? At least return the capital, the period until the loss of gini. These deposits are below the minimum deposit, you know, Mas."

"Mas doesn't understand, baby. Too much work. Try asking Pakde Eko, he's in the recording section of the daily report, as well as checking the number of pentols that have not been sold."

"Pakde Eko, your father's brother ?"

Mas Bagas nodded. Hhmm, I smell bad here. Pakde Eko is notoriously dishonest. Even though I don't have proof for that. Plus, as far as I know Mas Adit is close to Pakde Eko. Cheating, or even corruption.

"Let me check. If there's any discrepancy, I can decide anything, Dad."

"So, is there anything you want to fire ?"

"If there are dishonest employees, maintain them. Want your brother-in-law, or even your father, we must be firm. Effort yes effort. If you are different again. That's outside of work."

"Yes, I'm handing it over to you, baby."

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At nine in the evening, Mas Bagas and I were still at the pentol production site. This clock usually Pakde Eko starts to work. Check the number of pentols sold and unsold. The rest will be put in the freezer so that it can still be sold again. After that, he will give wages to sales employees.

"Darling, we go home yuk. Are you not tired ? I am so tired already. Take it easy, there's Pakde handling here. After all, only ten stalls, surely he can do a good job." Say Mas Bagas.

"Sweety you, Mas. If pakde can serve well according to your words, there will be no indication of corruption like gini. Please, Mas, don't be flabby. The greater the effort, do not be the more lax the supervision. Instead, it should be tighter."

My husband was silent and what I said. We watch from a distance. Pakde doesn't know we're here, because I've kept the bike somewhere else. Let them not be aware if they are being watched.

"Tuh, look, Mas ! Mas Adit's trading is up. Why is his report fifteen days of continued loss ? See, the money paid is not much either. Well, please be clear, Pakde and Mas Adit are corrupt."

We're still keeping an eye on.

"Tomorrow we check, baby. Now, the photo let's have proof. Don't get raided, I won't do it."

Tumben my husband's brain is fast. Lately it's usually slow. Okay, I'll grab my phone and capture the evidence in plain sight.

"Beres, Mas. Proof of suda in hand." I said while keeping my phone.

"Yes, let's go home. I want a muddle."

"Hhh, you pervert. Come on gas... !"