Al Kahfi Land - Time Travel

Short Axis Boss

Al Kahfi Land, Depok, 2004

Humans are forgetful creatures. Very forgetful.

The sunlight peered slowly from the hillside of the pine forest. Although timid, but able to break through the branches and leaves of lush trees, expel the fog that still covers a part of the hill and wake up the animals that make the night as a time of rest.

After the sun had risen slightly, the birds chirped as if welcoming the handful of workers who had come. The morning in Al Kahfi Land was peaceful and serene, but this atmosphere seemed to be about to change.

A luxury sedan sped up and stopped suddenly in front of the lobby to squeak. Security officer named Jajat was surprised, moreover he saw the car was driven by its owner.

With swift Pak Jajat opened the car door, he greeted Erlangga even though he had never been invited, then immediately took the items Erlangga usually brought. His boss's face looks more fierce than usual, he is like carrying dynamite whose axis has been ignited, the journey of embers getting closer to the point of explosion.

Normally, Erlangga passed everyone in an indifferent manner. His eyes were always glued to the PDA screen (a personal digital device at the time), as if his shoes had sensors to step on without looking at the road. Today Erlangga's eyes looked at everyone's eyes, like sniper shots looking for a target.

Unfortunately, one of the employees is not good at reading the situation. He even licked at the wrong time.  "Good morning, Mr. Erlangga. It is an honor, my father came to us. My name is Rudy, let me accompany around.”

"Who's calling me? Move aside! Don't bother the rich idiot!" maki Erlangga's.

Because it was not a warm hug that he got, the employee backed off regularly.

Erlangga moved to another work area, the employees who saw him immediately stood up. “This is whose table, why are there so many empty? Who can explain to me?" ask Erlangga.

Well, this is just the right time to lick.

One! Two! Ti .... Dor's! The employees scrambled to answer, they began to mention the names of their own friends, even complaining about other things that were not asked. Erlangga is getting angry.

"You know those trashy humans, if you don't want to work, just tell them to come out! Where's HRD? Call Santoso, Hurry up!" erlangga's orders.

Priiit! The race to Santoso begins!

Erlangga did not like to wait, he instead went to look for shooting targets in other work areas.

One victim was netted, Erlangga found a scene that he did not like, namely a messy work desk. He throws papers at the table. "Lu know where the job is? This office sister is not suitable for you. Find another office!” erlangga.

The owner of the table bowed apologetically, and then stumbled to tidy his table. Erlangga left him, he continued to move to other work areas while showering rotten eggs on helpless humans.

Okay, what's wrong with Erlangga? Didn't he get guidance last night? It turns out there is a reason.

This morning Erlangga was forced to drive his own car because Mr. Didi took a leave of absence permit, he said his wife gave birth. Erlangga did not want to be escorted by an office driver other than Mr. Didi.

Waitaminute! that's not the cause of his anger.

In the middle of traffic jams, Erlangga was driving while busy with his PDA, so a motorcyclist was knocked over by his car. The owner of the bike was rampaging, but Erlangga where to lose.

Unfortunately, other motorcyclists followed without anyone siding with Erlangga, so he was forced to give up. The matter finished with the startled money, but his grudge was not over yet.

After losing against the small people outside, of course Erlangga must return to be a winner. Where else if not in power? Got it?

Now Erlangga has been in the corridor of the third floor, in the work area of the architects. Erlangga is indeed privileging architects, because he still places himself as an architect. That is why every architect occupies a ration of one large workspace.

Here it was still quiet, no one had come yet, except for an architect who occupied the space at the end of the corridor. Erlangga immediately headed there, suddenly his steps came to a halt when it was almost close. Erlangga remembered something, it was a room that was always bright at night.

Space and its inhabitants were suddenly sacred to Erlangga, so he kept a safe distance to observe.

Behind the glass room looks Widi who focuses on work on her computer screen. The position of the Widi table is not the same as the table in the other architect's room, he instead set the monitor facing the corridor and the chair facing the lake.

Widi wants his concentration not to be disturbed by the traffic of people passing through his room and enjoy the view of the lake in front of him. Instead, other architects are willing to miss the view of the lake so that the monitor is not visible to people passing through the room.

Erlangga approached to observe Widi's room more closely. Although Erlangga's attitude sucks, but he is still a true architect who is unable to resist geometric beauty. He likes this room.

Widi's room is interesting, he uses material samples from vendors to sweeten the room, while showing the design concept that he is working on in real terms. Widi also separated unneeded samples on shelves based on each category, like a library, very neat.

Erlangga was stunned to see pictures of buildings by Widi that lined the wall. It turns out that Widi is an architect whose works are greatly admired Erlangga.

Erlangga became curious about the figure of the woman who turned her back, he approached the glass door of the room Widi, hoping the occupants were aware, but Widi did not care about anything, other than his work. Judging from the headset in the ears and legs that sway, it seems that Widi works while enjoying music.

Widi's appearance made Erlangga stunned, he felt he had never met an employee like this in his office. He's really an architect?

Widi wears a motorcycle jacket. Sorry, it's not about wearing a motorcycle jacket in the workspace. Believe me, this time Erlangga is not excessive.

What's the reason Widi keeps his motorcycle jacket worn and worn? He still wears it in this beautiful office.

A wide tear in the arm, will soon make the jacket stump next door. The foam peering between the torn and lace remnants of the thread was very painful to the eyes of anyone who saw, not just Erlangga.

Although Erlangga's mind was wounded by the existence of the jacket, it turned out that he was not angry. Maybe the jacket has a strong historical value.

Suddenly Erlangga returned dumbfounded, even his mouth agape. Oh my God, how.

Widi wears flip-flops. Sorry, this is also not just about wearing flip-flops in the office. Again we must side with Erlangga.

Erlangga still forgives Widi. Besides he was very amazed at the quality of his work, he knew Widi was diligent in praying. According to him, this office needs people like Widi, but he has a special note about the flip-flops, which is if it is for ablution, is it not better to wear good flip-flops? Maybe it can make office people interested in participating in positive habits.

Widi was still unaware that anyone was watching her, she suddenly stood up so that the wheeled chair that had been occupied was pushed back. As Widi turned around a little, Erlangga developed a friendly smile for Widi, but it turned out that Widi did not turn her head to Erlangga.

Damn, I'm dicuekin. You know, it looks good though, Erlangga commented in his heart.

Widi turned her back to Erlangga while curling her hair, then a pencil that was originally tucked in one of her ears, now turned into a hair hook. Now Erlangga can see the writing on the back of the jacket that is no longer covered with hair, Erlangga's mind screamed reading the writing.

What Clay-Liat? It's Lunas!

Erlangga is getting heartbroken at Widi. He did not expect the ridiculous sentence that is usually written angkot stickers or motorcycle tails, it was also on the back of the best architect of this bona fide office. Pamor Al Kahfi Land is down.

“Yaaah!” Widi strangled. It turns out that the computer monitor screen displays a bluescreen, this can make the work file damaged.

Widi was very upset, he threw his body into a chair that was not aware his position had changed from where it was.

THE HUT! Widi's down.

Now Erlangga who jumped in shock. He wanted to help but hesitated, precisely prestige. Finally Erlangga followed along so silly, he even turned his body and pretended not to see.

Widi tried to stand up, she saw Erlangga standing behind her in the corridor. “Hah! Who the hell?”

Erlangga suddenly stiffened but his shoulders swayed slightly as he held back a laugh, fortunately Widi did not notice.

After being sure Erlangga did not see and had no needs with him, Widi fixed the chair, then sat down while wearing her headset again.

“Morning there is a stray guest, fortunately he did not see!”  Widi is not aware, when using a headset, then the sound becomes louder.

“Not see? HAHAHA!”

The sound of Erlangga's loud laughter made Widi look back at the person standing on her back in the corridor.  Erlangga suddenly stiff again.

Widi took off her headset. “Mas! Mas!” Call Widi.

Erlangga pretended not to listen. Luckily Widi did not move from her position and returned to her back to Erlangga while putting her headset on again.

“Rapih very willing to interview! Don't fool the building!  The computer here is rambunctious!” gerutu Widi's.

Erlangga can only grin a horse. Keep the same jacket slippery how?

Widi thinks the figure of the owner of this office must be bloated, bald and old. He does not believe in the gossip of office people often praise the appearance and physical Erlangga, he only believes the owner of this office is angry.

Erlangga did not want to be stuck too long in a position that could drop his wife, he twisted the body elegantly, the architect had to know who was in front of his room. Unfortunately Widi is no longer concerned with the presence of people who are considered to have no business with him.

Widi took the pencil that had become her hair hook, she aimed at the origami line on top of the cabinet, then flicked the pencil in her hand, once the origami line collapsed. "Cups, Ucups! So owner, get angry how usual! Buy me a real computer, Cup!"

A ucup? Erlangga's face is like swallowing Widi's moustache flip-flops. Before his arrival was further destroyed by the strange woman, Erlangga immediately left the corridor.

“Hahaha, hahaha, hahaha!”

Widi took off her headset back and turned her head outside,“why the hell are people? Strange base!”

Erlangga went down the stairs while letting off a full laugh, “There was no fear of the butut jacket! Hahaha!”

The ridiculous incident made Erlangga entertained, all this time he lived life too seriously, until he forgot when the last time he laughed like this.

Santoso, the man Erlangga was looking for approached his boss, "Sorry Mr Erlangga, find me?"

Erlangga stopped his laughter, he took a swing to appear fierce, but his laughter even exploded again.

Santoso was confused, he had heard from the employees, Erlangga was angry but he saw the opposite.

"Santos! Your name is changed to Sontoloyo, hahaha. Confused you? Yeah, now come with me to the box house, I want to talk a lot."

Erlangga continued to laugh while Santoso could only messem-mesem do not understand.

Humans are forgetful creatures. Very forgetful.

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