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50. chocolate bread discussion

“ Assalamu'alaikum, Cash! Assalamu’alaikum..!” a loud cry sounded from the front.

Akas, who was overseeing the production process at his bakery, was rather aghast. The feeling he was familiar with with that crisp crisp sound.

“Kas! Woei..., Assalamu’alaikum!” heard again.

So, Akas also grinned to hear “Woei” just now. That, no more no less. “Wa'alaikum salam,” he replied while moving forward.

See you, “Hahaha...,” Yayang ngakak. “Still there turned out to be a comrade-in-arms. I thought the bones were scattered.”

I laughed back. God fucking.

The two old friends hugged. In the corner there, Edi who was putting bread into his motorcycle bag was seen glancing at the lyrics. If the boss, hurry down. Pretend not to be in trouble. The model is like this portal when “sejuta typhoon storm” to Ama Sanusi first....

After asking each question, all the icons of their gangsters first, Yayang immediately shot, “To be clear, I came here carrying an important mission. And, obviously I don't accept any form of rejection.”

Akas laughs. “What's up, Which?” he asked, pretending not to understand. Though, already. Especially if not about the rumored ngampaser Edi yesterday it was.

“Damn it, yours turned out to be this factory. My children love your bread, his mother too. They like the pineapple, if I'm the chocolate,” Yayang soar first. Regular, warm up a little.

“Tell me directly what your important mission is. Wear bring-in scapegoat taste pineapple same chocolate all,” Akas grin.

“Hahaha..,” Yayang laughed, continued his important mission.

Akas listen even though it is understood. Right, that business.

“That's, Cash. You must understand, right? Until now, the credit funds that must be channeled are still many. All sexy heads chased target. Credit or not, both ordered sales. Because you are my friend, then I do not want to be rejected,” Yayang grinned crocodile.

I'm back to grin at the old friend's crocodile style, that's. “The story, still living in Secang, nih?” he asked back.

Ngajak muter-muter swamp first, let the culture dizzy.

“He-eh.”

“The former house?”

“One stop, Magelang Secang go home every day...”.

“Why, not find a home here? Are you tired of going back and forth?”

“Males me, kayak first again. Just moved, a month moved again. Fortunately just paid for his DP it's home,” said Yayang, continued to tell about his career journey. Apparently, before getting involved in the branch office as the head of the section, he was admitted first to all the working areas of this bank as Magelang Regency. Pretty far away from that location, looking for. Magelang kan “as rice fields view”.

Then, they continue to tell each other about the past and present that have nothing to do with the important mission. Anyway, exciting. To the extent that Edi went mesam-mesem in the corner there. I think it's good, hopefully. Yesterday, he had time to wonder the price of a new meubel and duck bike. Stay selected later, which is good first “dimaujudkan”.

“Eh, Which seed?” ask Yayang. So engrossed, he forgot to ask the news of this old friend's wife.

“Medang to Jogja. There's a family event there.”

“You're not coming?”

“Represented only. It's full of people leaving. Anyway, if I go don't see you dong. Later we cry his room, hehehe..”.

“Damn, hot cook head cry?” Yayang grimaced. “Only now is Secang time?”

Laugh at them. A moment to remember the time of Secang full of complaints that. Understandably, the difference is one and a half levels from the lowest level. Yayang much grumble, if Akas honest-honesty not.

“You drink what, Which?” ask the host, a moment later.

“In what refrigerator is there?” He pointed to the fridge near there.

“Funya hot-lah. Want something cool?”

Yayang nodded, somewhat smirking. Maybe it was hot just now.

Akas take cold drinks from the refrigerator which is deliberately provided for the beverages of business guests. While carrying four cold bottles of tea, Akas asked for help to a worker who happened to pass by, “Please bring bread, lots of chocolate.”

Yayang grinned, fortunately not nervous about chocolate at the beginning.

The conversation continues. Akas smiled at his old friend who was actually doing chocolate bread. Looks natural or hungry?However, for a moment Yayang realized that he was deliberately taken by Akas. Directly ngerem him, back to the important mission.

“So, what's my offer? Accepted, right?”

Quick again, “The question is simple, Which. Make what?”

“Create what? What did what? The bread master, right you? Cook me up to answer?” Yayang snorted, knowing that Akas was teasing her again. Where no entrepreneur does not know the usefulness of bank credit?”

“Help think dong. Confused, nih...”

“Haah, tired of debating with you. Pantas used to be dumped the same boss.”

Yayang grimaced. Maybe it's good to have your own business. If there is no talent, what? Anyway, Iho's section chief. Not a random position on the branch. If the scale of the country, it means equivalent to the director general. Think of the branch head as the president, meaning the section chief is the minister. So, the section chief is director general. Aye, right? Well, what's less sexy? Sexy ones....

“Begini, Yang. With this, my wife's son can already eat. What else do you want?"

Yayang head bobbles, “Since when is there enough of it? It's not about enough, Cash. You are a businessman, it is natural to raise your business. School is up in class, cook business is not?”

“Lha, is this up for class? Used to be oppressed now oppressive,” Akas nengir. “Imagine, Mr. ‘head sexy’ Yayang just willing to bother coming here without being represented. Awesome, no? Hehehe...”.

“Ah, fuck you,” Yayang reply nyerdeh. They used to have frequent discussions about bullying. In fact, he who was insistent at that time concluded that those who were like robots working on a pagawean routine were “kaum oppressed", while the superiors became “nation oppressors”. Now, the story he has included “nation of oppressors", but how does it still feel to get “dopressed” baker? Cook is a baker sexier than a sexy head?

“Already. Anyway, on behalf of our bank, I want to give you a debt and this must be received with a chest of air,” continued Yayang, continued to the amount of loan funds offered.

I'm surprised too, “Big very much? Not wrong to call you?"

“Well, this.., this is his old disease. Less modern association, want to talk with Kyai only, anyway. Still so now?”

Nyerengeh.

“Still no?" chase Yayang.

“Apaan?”

“Bermesra-mesraan with old Kyai-Kyai...”.

“Hehehe..., why?”

“Nothing. Just how is the story there is a baker to not know the current credit range? What does it mean to be still in Secang?"

So they came back laughing. You see, the Secang hiccup again.

“Where? Accept, yes?” Yayang nembak, after the laughter.

“I don't have the guarantee.”

“This?” point Yayang.

“The factory is mine, but the land is not. Loan in-law.”

“Not a problem. Origin can support from his father Asih.”

Akas nyerdeh can prepare a reason to refuse. However, Yayang immediately saw the change in the face of his old friend. Know him that Akas had an idea to dodge.

“For example in-laws are not willing, use personal can. Even easier to do business,” chirped Yayang, while somewhat glaring at an old friend who used to work desk face to face.

Akas who is floundering, change somewhat delicately.

“Indeed now sexy head can love personal guaranteee?” she asked. At one time, I could not.

Yayang shook his head, “But, that easy affair. Just a delicious talk to the branch head. Flush with oyster sauce seasoning, clean up.”

Rusty scratching head. What Yayang just said a lot of truth. Waduh, so the grim tone of the brilliant idea earlier.

“Already, just accept. Free dodging. Surprised me, today there are still people who avoid being given money," Yayang grumbled.

“What's dikasi? Load Yes...,” Akas grumbling reply.

“Hehehe...,” Yayang chuckles happily. “ Anyway I love money, next up you want to flap. The important thing is to pay the installments on time, all flowers, hehehe..”.

Rake your head again. Yayang continued to laugh.

That's his temporary conclusion. Because, Akas still have to confirm first to his in-laws. Yayang can not be neken anymore here, but kept telling me about the personal guarantee earlier. Ordinary, other forms of deletion. Yes, I understand that old friends who are still dragging this jet are being pursued by the target. It's definitely not comfortable to feel like it. Because, this kind of target is always accompanied by a silent threat, “If it fails, beware you..!” that's how it sounds. Be ready to be mutated to the end of Magelang which is not visible on the district map. Or, if considered excessive failure, can-can be cut off directly all at once.

This conversation still lasted for a while, until finally Yayang said goodbye. There are still other potential debtors who must be wooed he said.

Beres Yayang, Akas approached Edi who had not been done yet as well as the entrance and entry of his bread. He who is usually deft, now catapult the game. Wear the style of laughing at everything, while mesam-mesem himself.

“Ed, why not leave yet?”

Edi who was a bit dreamy was shocked, then marbled. “The motor is in the wind, sir, do not want distater,” he said.

“When are you a starter? Didn't hear his voice?”

Edi getting bigger, then start his duck bike. Bruum...! Nyamber direct. “Lho, healed? Hehehe...,” he chuckles. “Mari, sir..,” Edi nods small. The 70cc-engined duck which he said was in the wind was darting giras, ridden by jockeys that returned a meaningful cry.

Akas smiled....