Against Julid's In-laws

Mas Adit Fired

Today my husband and I checked the report. And right, as expected. The report for the Mas Adit stall was the same as in previous days, a loss.

"We call Eko and Mas Adit."

I'm waiting for my husband to call me Pakde Eko and Mas Adit. Before long, they had gathered in the husband's study. They looked puzzled and a little agitated as I stared intensely ready to interrogate.

"Pakde, Mas Adit, try to explain what this means ?" I submitted financial reports and photos last night.

"Why are the reports and the reality different ? I saw with my own head, Mas Adit's trade was exhausted. Why Mas Adit gave only a little money and written a loss in his report. Where's the money or the pentol ?"

"That-that's..."

"There are no more reasons to lie. I already know everything you're doing. Just want to hear your honesty. Maybe if you're honest, I can still forgive."

Deliberately speaking confidently, as if I knew it all. I only have that evidence. They could have distorted my logic and that of my husband to believe. But I will keep pushing to keep them honest.

"Your path, Ayu ! You suspect that I'm corrupting pentol profits ?" Mas Adit was angry.

"Yes, Mas. You see, I saw for myself that Mas's trading ran out, but it was written inexhaustible and continued to lose for fifteen days. Besides, I understand very well, in the square where it is very crowded, it is impossible not to run out, let alone lose."

"Sok knows you ! I'm the one selling, you're just at home, where you understand the situation on the field."

"I'm not stupid, Mom. Doesn't he think I have a spy ? I have spies in every stall, so no one escapes my surveillance."

Hahaha, just a little snob. I have no spy at all. But this feeling is very sharp, as sharp as the pointed bamboo used by heroes fighting for the homeland, hehehe.

"Bagas, Ayu, I'm sorry. Check again later."

"How else, sir ? I've been checking reports this month. And a lot of awkwardness. Try to explain, why can enter Adit, loss. Plus two other three stalls, but not reported to Mas Bagas. Do you not know, or pretend not to understand ? Or am I being moved to another part ? Or. transferred to Pakde's house."

Pakde looked shocked and nervous to hear my words. I'm sure, he must have understood what I said was a threat to him. However, unlike Mas Adit, he did not accept our attitude.

"You guys are so arrogant, just had this kind of business just pretentious power. You should thank me and Pakde. You brother, should be given a good position, not even be a lackey."

"Hahaha, drunken jengkol well, Mas Adit this." Original not bad. Mas Adit was very confident, he needed a job, he asked, but it was as if I and Mas Bagas told him to work.

"Don't laugh at you, this isn't a joke !" Sentak Mas Adit's.

"So how do you want to be honest or keep lying ? If you're gonna lie, please get your feet out of here." I went back to strict mode.

"Jeez, Bagas, sir apologize. Pakde ngaku's been lying, this is all Adit's idea. Pakde Kapok lied, please do not fire pakde. Later the same child the wife of the father would eat what if the pack does not work."

Pakde clenched his hands together a pleading sign. Uncovered his ugliness. Mas Adit instantly pale, but still stylized as if innocent.

"Pakde kerenjalatan sama Mas Adit ! We've done our job, even cheated."

"Bagas, please don't fire Pakde. Pakde apologized."

"It's all because of your attitude. That's why give real wages. I'm your brother-in-law, I shouldn't be confused with any other employee." Raka continued to defend himself.

"Don't feel guilty either, Mommy ?"

"You guys are wrong, treat you like a dairy cow."

"Yes, please stop working, be done."

"Well, sir still wants to be here. Pakde admitted wrong, Pakde promised to change. Please, Ayu, Bagas, later the children of the pack can starve if the pack does not work."

"Calm down, sirde, if you feel guilty, admit and want to change, we give you a second chance. But as a punishment, our position was transferred to the production section. Once again, no more mercy. Please get back to work, sir."

Pakde smiled happily and rushed out. Mas Adit, meanwhile, showed a look of emotion with both hands clenched firmly.

"Mas Adit can get away from this place."

"You fired me ?" Snarled.

"Yes. Adit is wrong, but not guilty. Please find a job somewhere else."

Mas Adit left with emotion. Me and Mas Bagas can't forgive his actions, let alone he doesn't feel guilty. Man is a place of error and sin, but if he is not self-conscious, does not want introspection, then it will not change for the better.

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Coming home from the production site, Ms. Dita has been present in the living room. His face looked very upset.

"Juice !!!"

"Why Ma'am ? I'm gonna take a nap, don't bother me."

"Where is Bagas ?"

"Still working, Ma'am."

"You're outrageous, Dad. The more here you act. We're family, you shouldn't treat a brother like a thief." Bentak Mbak Dita.

"On Mas Adit, yeah. He's gone missing, ma'am. Still good I'm good, I didn't call the police."

My mother's hand was raised to slap me.

"Don't slap, Ma'am. Then my rhino palanquin comes out, huh." I managed to hold off Dita's hands. He's trying to get my grip off. His eyes glare.

"You must be taught to be self-aware. You're Bagas' wife, we're his family. We used to take care of Bagas, already a lot of money, you are drained."

"Whatever, Ma'am. I'm lazy to debate, tired. Debate is the same wall first, yeah. Record the talk later, or record it. If I'm in casual mode, I'll take it."

I'm trying to avoid this, it's not so good for the stomach. My stomach feels mules. My MissV section is also like someone's coming out. Take a break first, maybe some soy sauce. But Mama Dita still gets in the way. He held my hand tight until it hurt.

"Bak, it's like a ghost waiting for a banana tree anyway, keep disturbing." I screamed annoyed, endured the pain and tried to let go of Mbak Dita's hand.

"Are you scared ? Huh ? Here, we make a fuss ! I swear, I've got a high level of emotion."

"Later the storm, Ma'am, my stomach hurts again." Jerakku emotions.

"Have a lot of reasons ! Here you are, we're fighting a jambak !"

Dita tried to grab my hood, but I tried to avoid it. Completely overwhelmed by my sister-in-law's abstract behavior.

"Ouch... Ma'am !" I screamed as I sat on the floor. There was water flowing into his feet.

"Don't act ! Here, fight again. This time you've been really outrageous. Can't be allowed to !"

"My stomach hurts, Ma'am. I think I want to be born." My words endure inexplicable pain.

"Here, where is it possible. Just tell me you don't dare fight me."

"Stress you, Ma'am ! Ouch... So ill. Mom.... please, Mom !"

"Have, acting ! Said it hurt, but it can still curse !" Cibir Mbak Dita's.

"Well, why are you on the floor ?" Ask the mother-in-law who just came from outside.

"Mom, Ayu's stomach hurts. I think I want to be born."

"Here, don't believe it, ma'am. He's just acting, deliberately because he doesn't dare to fight Dita."

"God ! Much water... Your membranes are breaking, Yu."

"Mom, take me to the hospital, ma'am. My stomach hurts a lot, it's not strong, Mom."

"Aita ! Seeking help, even there. Granddaughter mom wants out !!!"