Hastungkara Hotel Blockade

Episode 5.1: Tragedy at the Welcoming Party

"On the count of three, huh, Wir?"

"Ready!"

Fadil's eyes are rounded. He tried to thrash, but his body was held firmly by the two.

"Friends, please stop!"

"One,..."

Wira and Damar started to count and swung Fadil even stronger. The plan, they will throw Fadil into the tree house that they have given a more soft mattress. Unfortunately, Fadil had already thought that he would be thrown to the ground below.

"Two,..."

"Friends,..." Fadil began to resign, his voice low.

"Three,..."

It turns out that Damar and Wira's plan failed. Damar miscalculated. He released his grip on Fadil first. While the handle of the Wira that began to loosen did not have time to hold Fadil's body.

Wush!

Kyaa!

Bugs!

***

Fadil fell from his soft bed. The dream again, her heart. Lately, he often dreams of past events. Fadil's hand suddenly felt a pain. It was as if he had just fallen from that tree yesterday. Rather than thinking about it, today is more worth thinking about. The president will be here today.

Exactly as rumored, all employees are busy preparing for the arrival of the president. Some floors that were used as museums were closed. According to what Fadil heard the president's arrival to the Hastungkara Hotel was to see the technological progress that was being designed on the top floor of this building.

Fadil couldn't do much that day. The only floor you can visit is the 100th floor. His impatience to see the president in person, made time feel slower. But, after doing physical exercise, it happened that he had not exercised for a long time, his confusion was overcome.

"..., one hundred and ninety-five,..." Fadil has calculated his push-ups up to the hitunga and still continues. Sweat drenched his skin. His breathing is regular, up and down.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

The door to his room was knocked several times.

Fadil ended his push-ups. Then, open the door immediately. "Eh ... Yes, why?"

"Can I come in first?"

Fadil.

"D-Dil, do you really want to meet the president?" ask Rasya to make sure.

"Of course."

Rasya was a little afraid to say it. But, there is no other choice. That was the only way his brain could think. He took a long breath. "D-Dil, actually my plan was to put you on the binge-maid list. But that position is full. While the other positions won't benefit you to see the president."

Fadil was disappointed to hear that. "So, you're saying I won't be able to see the president?"

Rasya bit his lower lip. Once again, he was completely afraid of his backup plan. "But, I managed to be a party waitress ..."

"So I'll take your place, will I?" guess Fadil.

"Y-yes. But if it's found out ..."

Fadil patted Rasya on the shoulder. "Okay, I agree. I promise I won't be found out. Once I see the president, I'll be right back."

"Then, we do it now. It'll be a few more minutes."

***

Fadil wears Rasya's maid uniform that fits right in his body. Their body posture is not much different. Fadil is confident his disguise will not be uncovered. All the servants are required to wear masks. So, all the servants' appearances were almost the same as each other.

He is now on the 188th floor. A large hall was there. Everything has been arranged nicely, by the decorator. But, Fadil did not pay too much attention to all the decorations there. He was looking forward to the president's arrival.

Right after the song 'Welcome' was sung, the door of the hall opened wide. Hordes of humans are coming. That's the offices.

"See, let's help out here quickly" said one of the servants.

"Good." Fadil tried his best to imitate Rasya's speech and voice.

He started helping with food and drinks. Meanwhile, guests kept coming.

Pork!

The tray of drinks he was carrying scattered on the carpet, making a dark stain there. Some more about the clothes of the person he just hit. "I-I'm sorry," said Fadil clumsily. He is too focused on his goals here. To forget his duty. Well, Fadil really lived himself to be Rasya. Even to the extent of his recklessness.

"No, I'm the one who's sorry. I was too focused on looking at this place."

Dugm!

Fadil's hand stopped picking up the broken glass. His heart beats harder. He knows that voice. Fadil looked up a little. Sure enough, the person he just hit was his old friend, Wira.

His old memories returned. Pain in his right shoulder.

Fadil hastily cleaned up the broken glass. Then, leave immediately. He doesn't want to until the hero knows that it's him. But, uh,...

"Hey, wait!"

Dugm!

Gawat, does Wira know that it's him? The one who used to be his best friend? If the hero knows that it is him, what should he do?

Fadil tried to calm down. Flipped body. Now his eyes could actually see the Hero clearly. It's not wrong that it was him. "Once again sorry, yes, Mas," he said.

"It's okay."

Dugm! Fadil. The face of the hero turned suspicious. "Eh ... I seem to know that voice. Is ..."

Lothawat!

"Yes" cut a waiter. "You're doing something stupid again, aren't you?"

Fadil's tension is loosening.

The waiter looked down inside. "Sorry, yes, sir. Rasya is indeed a little careless, the person."

"No, really. I was wrong,"

"Then we go, sorry."

The waiter dragged Fadil back to the waiter room. "If we're tired you can rest first, yes. But not for long, yeah. One more thing, be careful."

Fadil. "I'm going outside for a minute."

The waiter nodded.

Fadil felt relieved to be free from the incident earlier. But, unfortunately he had to be willing not to meet with the president today. It could be bad if he meets the hero again. Surely where there are heroes there must be Damar. According to the latest information about the two, they were assigned as co-workers in a special operation. But, on the other hand, Fadil felt his disappointment a few years ago resurfaced. His anger. His emotion. Everything mixed into one. Fadil is not happy with his current situation.

"W-how, Dil? Have you met Mr ASN?" rasha asked after she arrived at her room.

Fadil shook his head weakly. "No, he hasn't come yet."

"L-lha keep going, why are you back? What is not ..."

Fadil cut Rasya's words quickly, "Not caught, really. Just chill. Probably almost."

"H-ham-pirs!" Rasya added gurgaon.

Fadil almost laughed looking at that expression. Unfortunately his mind was filled with turmoil of trouble. "I promised, right? Everything's gonna be okay."

"D-Dil, I'm so scared."

"Everything will be fine if you don't come back soon."

Rasya nodded lethargicly.

They change clothes

***

Fadil can't sleep. His mind was still drifting with the incident just a moment ago. Is he really a hero? If so, is Damar here as well? What are they doing here?

Fadil was awakened by the knock on his room door which was getting hardened. Fadil opened the door immediately.

"Fadeel!?" Pekik Wira and Damar together.

Both of his past friends were now in front of his eyes. Suddenly his hands felt pulsating. Fadil hates to see them both.