LOVE THE RECEPTIONIST

5. Assistant Brekele

"Sir Firans, today there are some trade debts that are due, be it car units, motorcycle units, and also spare parts," reported Lionlie, a finance manager.

"Then?"

"The distributor's side is asking us today to immediately pay off the unresolved arrears, otherwise" Manager Lionlie hung up his words.

"They won't be shipping units anymore" Cut Firans, he's already memorized by the distributor's threat whenever their company is late to make a payment.

"Yes, Mr. Firans is right" Lionlie's manager said.

"Well, I will tell Mr. Dirga later, it happens that today he has entered." Firans said later.

"Thank you, Mr. Firans, good day." Firans put the phone handle in place, then pinched his forehead that felt dizzy. So many problems have happened in the past few days.

"What caused the distributor not to send our order units to Firans?" Dirga was suddenly behind Firans, apparently from earlier he had listened to Firans talk on the phone.

"Dirga, are you here?" said Firans who was somewhat surprised by Dirga's presence without him noticing.

"Pak Lionlie, our financial manager, said that he has not been able to pay off some of the trade debt that has been due for several days" said Firans.

"Why?" dirga asked while folding both of her hands in the chest.

"Small bags, can't even afford one of the smallest bills." Firans said as he opened his tablet.

"Look at this," Firans showed his tablet screen to Dirga who was directly docked his shirt.

'This much?!" Dirga.

"Yes, there are 101 bills of fantastic value!" firans said with his face twisted.

"That's just five bills today. Not tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and so on" Firans added.

"Why did that happen to Firans? Previously everything was fine," Dirga asked with a clueless look.

Firans looked at Dirga's confused face, when he got the CEO's question. Where is the diluted brain that he has so far, which brings the company Surya Automotive entrusted pak Hardi Surya his father is more developed.

"Dirga, are you okay?" Firans asked back.

"Do I look okay?" back Dirga asked with her frown staring at Firans who had been her confidant all this time.

Firans scooped his face rough with both hands, he really felt confused about what he had to say to Dirga, who pretended not to understand.

"Let's see, it's time to take a break, we'll have lunch first, so I can have some patience with a boss like you, Dirga".She said as she stood up, she grabbed her phone and tablet and took her car keys, and immediately stepped away from his desk.

Dirga was stunned, he wanted to protest at Firans' strange attitude in his opinion, but he tried to hold him back. That friend of his must have had a certain reason for behaving that way to her.

Although forced, Dirga finally tailed from behind, following Firans who had already reached the elevator.

"You're driving my car!" Without warning, Firans threw his car keys at Dirga at will.

"Huff!" The unprepared Dirga immediately moved his hands and feet spontaneously, trying to catch the keys of the Firans car that floated in the air towards him so as not to fall.

"Assistant brekele!!" umpat Dirga was upset after successfully catching the car keys in his grasp. Firans only chuckled as he managed to prank the boss.

"We're not going to use this ugly car of yours, but my car alone" said Dirga, looking at the dusty dirty Firans.

"Like you Dirga, dirty, ugly, unkempt, the hairs on your face have turned into brekele hairs. Maybe soon people will be confused as to which face, and which back of your head." Say Firans at will.

"You, dare to spy on your boss?!" Dirga was suddenly upset by rounding his eyes.

"Let's go in!" Firans got into his car, and sat down at the wheel.

Dirga grew upset, Firans behaved like a boss, and he was made his driver.

"Wait for Firans, do you want to reverse our status? I thought you were your driver?" Dirga stared intently at the face of Firans who had been sitting casually in his car.

"It looks like it's a good idea, I won't resist," Firans is getting so-so.

"Let's hurry in, I'm already very hungry, this is all because the influence of my stomach has not been filled," Firans said innocently.

With his unfortunate face, Dirga was forced to follow what Firans wanted. He got into the car, and slammed the door in a loud voice, only this time he was treated like a driver by his own assistant.

"Don't be too tight slamming my car door, later it can fall out all. You know, if I can't replace my butut car with a new one yet" Firans said.

Dirga did not answer, he immediately turned on the engine of the Firans car, and without waiting for long, he immediately fled the car at high speed to the security guard post, then stepped on the brakes suddenly there, then, making Firans' heartbeat almost stop.

"Dirga, I don't want to die in vain with you," Firans said as he adjusted his breath which suddenly felt tight due to Dirga's actions just now.

Dirga still did not answer, he just smiled evilly, he was quite satisfied because he had made his assistant bring it to feel fear.

"Stop here." said Firans, when they were not too far from the office.

"here?" Dirga asked confusedly, he glanced at Firans, but still pulled over the car he was driving at the street vendor gathering.

"Yes, we'll just eat here" Firans said.

"Your behavior is late today Firans, it seems like all this time I was too soft on you," said Dirga began to be embarrassed and did not accept.

"Prophetically Dirga, I guarantee the food here is no less delicious than those in your restaurant subscriptions," said Firans muffled his best friend's irritation, while opening his seatbelt on his body.

"In addition, from now on you must learn to skimp." After saying so, Firans then got out of the car without awkwardly entering one of the street stalls on the edge of the city park. Dirga was forced to come out following the Firans who had preceded him.

"Baked chicken pitcher one yes mas!" order Firans while sitting himself in one of the plastic chairs that no occupants yet.

"Every mas, what message does it give?" ask the owner of the street food.

"What did you order?" Firans asked Dirga who took a seat right in front of him.

"What foods are there?" dirga asked looking at Firans.

"That read!" Show Firans to turn his mouth towards a wide cloth bearing the menus of food available in the five-foot stall.

Dirga read the list of names one by one of the existing food menu.

"I just follow your order Firans, I'm not sure of my own choice," said Dirga who is not used to being in such a place.

"Add another pecel of roasted chicken mas!" Firans shouted at the shop owner who was processing his order.

"Ok mas, then what do you drink?" Ask the owner again.

"Tea angel two yes" said Firans.

"Ok mas! Wait a moment yes," The owner of the stall immediately processed what became an additional order of his customers.

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