Null Existence
13. The Other Side of Morning
After the prayer shubuh Rangga is neat as usual, pushing the motorbike matic butututnya out the parking lot cost-boss. Phone calls came in when he was just starting to heat up his motor.
Dino's name appears on his screen. Early in the morning, thought Rangga.
“Halo Bang Rangga, this is Dino. Busy, not going to leave?” once connected Dino immediately mencari.
“Again manasin Motor, tumben call early in the morning?”
“Yes, last night time back I did not keep calling, dead hape huh? I'm hearing from Usman lo he said it needs a temporary salary, my brother there is a job, but suddenly.” explained Dino.
Rangga did turn off the hape after arriving at the kosan last night, only lit a few minutes ago.
“Iya, it seems like they want to resign, and laginyari. What work, suddenly how?” ask Rangga.
“My brother needs a translator for three days, Japan-Indo, if you are not wrong you are proficient, have interned there first, how is Bang?”
Rangga recalled that he had said he had worked as an intern in Japan when he was caught reading the original Haruki Murakami novel on campus.
“Iya anyway, must be today huh?”
“Sore this they come, work till Wednesday or Thursday. The client is an important person, so the money is big for sure?”
“Oh, about how much per hour?” asked Rangga enthusiastically.
“Count of hours, per hour about 300 thousand. Less is more.”
Rangga sighed and was silent for a moment. It's almost the end of the month and in a few days it's going to payday, but there's a fucking office car that needs fixing. If not fired, the salary cut is still good enough for the minimum wage standard that he received.
While if he was dismissed was the same, Thursday tomorrow is the end of the month and no later than Monday he lifted his foot, at least there is an extra grip of this Job that he decided to accept.
After all, payroll cut-off on the 20th. Skipping 4 days makes no difference, equally will not be paid…
“Oke, I took the job yes.” said Rangga, smiling with sparkling eyes.
“Oke, later in the afternoon get ready to meet my brother at his office, which is important neatly. Don't wear batik Bang, find a suit if there is one. If Batik looks like kayak want kondangan lo, hahaha.” Dino back nyerocos across the phone.
“Ya, Safe. Send the same office location contact Brother Lo yes, after lunch I went there. Thanks Dino.” reply Rangga and hang up the phone.
Now what he thought about was how good the farewell of Ajo and Bu Elsa who had received it with open arms.
He turned off the static motor and rushed back to his room, he needed to change clothes at Dino's request. It is definitely impossible to give a good first impression with his cheap batik shirt and denim pants.
He rogoh wallet and check the contents when already in the boarding room, just a few pieces of money hundreds, tens and dozens of sheets nominal two thousand mini market change.
Shit, muttered.
It is definitely impossible to rent a Suit with as much money, or look for a sudden loan as well this early. He was then about to contact Doni, thinking of borrowing Jas if there was, but stopped after remembering Doni's posture was shorter and thinner than him.
The only suit he had hung was covered in plastic cover for two more years. Doubtfully grabbed the hanger after that, and put the plastic cover on, then hung on a nail on the side of the cracked mirror room.
He was still reluctant to wear the suit he ordered three years ago, his vision alternating between the reflection of the divided mirror self and the expensive suit hanging next to him.
It's a hell of an overkill, but a fool's time…
But then he took off the jeans and batik he was wearing, changed to a three-layer suit with a striped wool-white shirt that packed the curves of his muscles, a dark blue 3-button Vest, as well as the outer coat and black onix base pants are in tune.
His fingertips twitched softly, his feet wriggling with the long-sought atmosphere of expensive pantopeles, offsetting the pulsating pulse as the buttons tucked away and the suit wrapped tightly in his posture, the look of the met face framing the eagle's eyes pierced his own dapper figure in the mirror reflection.
The deg!
His fingers naturally grabbed a pair of black Kevlar gloves in his left pocket, following a loud bang in the heart followed by a long stare.
Instead of leaving the glove, he put it together with a dark tie that rolled over his right pocket.
“Rapih bang Rangga, tumben.” reprimand fellow occupants of his cost when he came down.
Rangga mince words while pushing his motorbike out of the boarding gate. The motorcycle soon mingled with the streets of Jakarta on a complicated Monday morning.
He knew today he would be late again, but this time he did not care at all.
***
I'll arrive at the office soon. – Rangga.
Rangga replied to Ajo's nagging on Whatsapp and paid Bobba Tea and Matcha who were in the message, felt his pocket vibrate again and he was quite sure it was a new reply from Ajo, Ajo, it is likely that they intend to convene him regarding car damages.
He chose to discuss everything at the office alone, ignoring the incoming follow-up message shakes. For him the most important thing is to talk to Ajo and Miss Elsa.
It's up to the others, especially HR Manager who does not get tired of gossiping late, as well as the fact that he is entrusted to work by Bu Elsa, the, it seems that if you remember there is no good behavior he in front of the Manager one.
Usually he just get the thought out of the head, and do not want to be taken dizzy, he also needs a job. But today, he feels the opposite of Saturday, it feels light.
The indemnity trial waiting at the office was no longer a scourge, it felt as if he was winning the lottery, and the oversized suit he wore multiplied the effect.
Fuck the fines! He cried inwardly, his smile crooked from corner to corner.
***
It was already a few minutes past 0930 am when Rangga scanned his absence card at the Lobby scan gate. Security is usually awake and he knows well the ring-gang observing his figure.
He immediately headed for the kitchen office on the corner of the 12th floor, passing the receptionist who stopped half a sentence mocked his delay, passing fellow office drivers and other GA staff who were busy with his activities.
Madun and Bude Yati who were preparing a regular drink for the company officials did not escape in amazement.
Rangga like salim custom kissed Bude's hand before then, leave Booba Teanya in the refrigerator.
“Tumben you, Le. How day is it, handsome Necis again, what's up?” ask Yati who stopped for a moment.
“I want to say goodbye, Bude. I want to resign,” replied Rangga Lirih. Yati was surprised and covered her own mouth, then pinched Rangga's arm.
“Aje Bang series, kenape? Car thing ye?” madun said, curious.
“By the same way Mr. Ajo used to, maybe can be helped. Don't rush,” persuade Yati to Rangga.
“Iye Bang, talk first aje.”
“However it will also need to be replaced, also I have been bargained for gauwean, the money is good.” explained Rangga to both.
Yati still seemed to be in disbelief and regretted the decision, while Madun took the initiative to continue making drinks.
Rangga checked several follow-up messages from Ajo and her HR Manager, Meyshinta.
“Ya already me, up first.” Rangga said goodbye while stripping plastic containing Matcha glass.
His sturdy figure stepped confidently past the Receptionist's desk again and split the 12th floor room containing dozens of cubicals with the tap of his pantopel shoes. The people who turned their heads as if in disbelief saw the appearance of Rangga who was completely ordinary to their eyes.
*M*confuses, misleads, and surprises enemies.. The whole secret lies in confusing the enemy, so he cannot understand our true intentions.
Raisa is no less confused about receiving Matcha from Rangga who wears an expensive suit, not batik as usual. Today he is wearing his armor.
And theatricality and deception are powerful weapons for the layman...
