Hastungkara Hotel Blockade

Episode 3.2: The Sloppy Servant

"Gee ... " Fadil was unceasingly fascinated by all the beauty in that hotel. The height of the hotel is about one kilometer, more precisely 987 meters. With 200 floors.

Fadil's eyes twinkled at all that. All that admiration increased many times over when it entered the lobby. Instantly the AC air that has been filtered in such a way adjusts the temperature of Fadil overheating.But, Fadil tries to look ordinary. He doesn't want to look cathartic. But, from behind him, Mr. Danu has smiled and shook his head many times. Fadil replied with a laugh. "I used to be like that, son, too" said Mr. Danu glaring into his own mind. It seemed like he was reminded of his past when he first worked in this place.

Fadil. "Hehe, I'm so embarrassed, sir."

The conversation paused at the reception desk. Fadil must check in first. Yeah, those signatures. He was given the key to his room.

"Sir Danu, have you worked here for a long time?" ask Fadil when entering the elevator.

"Even longer. About twenty-five years," he answered, pressing the elevator button. For a moment the small, mirror-walled space on all four sides shook. Then, at a speed of 100 km/h, the lift was hurtled upwards. Fadil's body jerked at first, making his balance waver, reflexes his hand holding onto Mr. Danu's shirt. So that the neat clothes of Mr. Danu are interested, the shirt is out. "Annu ... Sir, sorry. I was ... "

Mr. Danu had a little bit of a mess. "I remember myself first, Son Fadil. It may even be worse. There were a lot of people in the elevator. I was so shocked, my head hit a woman. Of course it's a shame."

Fadil held back his laughter. He was disrespectful to laugh at that person's experience. But, Mr. Danu said, "If you want to laugh, just laugh."

Fadil finally laughed. Mr. Danu is different. This driver is very special.

Elevator door opens. There a man awaited him. "Well, Nak Fadil, this is Nak Fadil's real servant, he will accompany all Nak Fadil activities during this Hotel. Introduce her name, Rasya."

Fadil shook his hand with a big smile. "Fadil Kurniawan."

Rasya looked surprised to see Fadil's face full of bruises. Yes, Mr. Danu was, too, when he first saw her. But, Rasya covered his shock by directly shaking Fadil's hand. "Ra-Rasya Nur Ilham," she replied slightly nervously.

"Well, Fadil boy. I went back first. Oh yes, this," Mr. Danu gave him a business card. "if Nak Fadil is bored in the hotel, Nak Fadil can contact me."

"Thank you, sir," replied Fadil steadily.

Their last handshake, Mr. Danu brought himself closer to Fadil, but actually he wanted to whisper something in Fadil's ear, "Originally you know, Rasya was a little careless. Don't scold him, yeah. He's a good boy."

Mr. Danu took off the hug, blinking his eyes one-sided. Fadil smiled.

"Rasya, take good care of this boy!"

"B-well," Rasya replied.

After Mr. Danu disappeared into the elevator, Rasya tried to carry Fadil's suitcase. But, because the suitcase was heavy, the suitcase fell, while he was stranded. Fadil couldn't bear to laugh. Instead, Fadil extended his hand. Rasya received the helping hand and immediately stood up. "Pardon me Mr. Fadil. I'm so careless."

Fadil couldn't help but laugh when he was summoned with Mr. Fadil. Their age is not far away. Maybe they are even their age. "Just call, Fadil directly."

"But, ... " Rasya seemed to object to Fadil's request.

"There's no buts. Then, Nih." Then." Fadil handed over the key in the form of a card. "Take me to my room."

Rasya. "Good." He grabbed Fadil's suitcase. But, Fadil immediately prevented it. "Let me carry the suitcase."

Rasya wanted to protest again, but Fadil looked at him sharply. Made him break up his protest.

Fadil's suitcase is a regular backpack, so there are no wheels to carry it. The suitcase was very heavy. What else there's a big brick in it. So, only those who were tough muscled could lift it.

"You've been working here a long time?" asked Fadil as he walked towards his room.

Fadil was a little surprised to hear that. But, he covered it up by asking another question. "Why do you work here?" Naturally Fadil asked that, because usually the job as a servant is only for people who are over 40 years old.

"We've arrived." Rasya switched the conversation. He inserted the card into the keyhole and opened it. "These cards as identity cards, Mr ... "

"Eitz!" Cut Fadil remind.

"I mean Fadil. So, this card should always be Tu ... Fadil take it wherever Fadil goes. In order not to disappear, after entering, the card is put here," explained Rasya like a professional servant. After Rasya put the card down, all the lights in the room lit up brightly. "These cards also serve as an in-room power supply."

"I understand" said Fadil.

"Then I stay first. Hp ... Fadil needs to rest. Your tour starts at two o'clock. But, if you have any objections, Fadil can request that tour tomorrow."

Before Rasya actually left, Fadil asked for an answer to his question earlier. "Wait a minute, you haven't answered my question. Why are you working here?"

Rasya turned his face away, still unwilling to answer. "Pardon me, I can't answer Fadil's question."

Fadil understands. "All right, then one more. If you talk to me, don't be too formal. I feel weird."

"Okay, I get it."

Rasya flipped his body, walking away.

Fadil closed the door.

Fadil's room was much larger than his room in the school dormitory. Maybe ten times. There are not many properties in it. A big size mattress. A soft sofa wrapped in velvet facing directly outside. From this room, he could see the view of the city outside and was able to estimate its height now. A large television, radio, bookcase, closet, and other complementary properties. There is also a balcony that is not too wide. The room is painted in fine colors. Fadil doesn't know how to describe it. Clearly, all of that looked beautiful in her eyes.

"Anyone must feel at home to stay here for a long time," he muttered recklessly starting to put his things.

Fadil fell asleep immediately after tidying up his things. She's exhausted. In any case, his fight yesterday with the Eagle knocked his body down.

***

Fadil woke up at half-time. Stomach rumbling. This morning, he had a little breakfast. Because he thought, he would eat first when he arrived at the Hastungkara Hotel.

Fadil got out of his bed, walked to the fridge, hoping for food. But it turned out to be just mineral water. Fadil closed it in disappointment. He had thought of calling Mr. Danu, but he remembered the pulse was empty and not filled. So, he decided to take a shower first. Maybe he can find her later after the shower.

As Fadil expected, the bathroom in his room was very luxurious. He could take a long shower there. But, his stomach told him to fill up immediately. Jaid, he's accelerating his shower. He can shower later.

At one in fifteen minutes, Fadil came out in his neat clothes. He was confused where to go. This is his first adventure in the hotel. He started down the 180th floor. Turn over here and there.

Crutches! Crutches! Crutches!

His stomach continues to sing. Uh! Shitty, insider. Nice hotel, how to starve its inhabitants, he started grumbling. Then, he remembered the elevator. Yes, he might be able to return to the first floor and ask her the dining room. But, uh,... Wait for.

Where'sisthis?

Fadil confusion. He just realized, he had already ventured too far. Now he's lost.