Null Existence
16. Continuously Rolling
Nina pegs her face on the screen of her phone, sweeping light makeup while waiting for the arrival of Friska, her best friend. Today he asked for permission to take time off from office routines, in addition to needing to complete several photography sessions for beauty products that sponsor him, he also deliberately took the time to discuss his findings.
He then moved to scroll through his social media page and keep an eye on the comments column from the latest upload, his assistant has uploaded promotional materials according to agreement.
Thousands of compliments and several tens of comments, he used to sometimes feel annoyed or hurt about the content of such comments. But now it's not the thing he's ever been swirling about.
What's more now, there are far more pressing things to mess around with.
The schoolmate arrived shortly after the drink Nina ordered was delivered, they hugged, exchanged news, talked a little about work interspersed with coffee and cake.
“Gue did not expect, my Junior High School is now a celebrity,” comments Friska.
“Part-time sales beauty products intent lo,” correction Nina.
“Hmm, humbled. The occasional beauty sales also filled seminars to these campuses, huh, Nin?”
“That's. Uh, good idea also that if I use it as a tagline in the bio Twitter time yes?”
“Dih, can only. Pay royalties to me dong, commercial tagline tuh.” Friska stuck out her palm.
Nina sneered and brushed it off quietly and both laughed with coffee cups in their hands, “Angger maneh mah ari geus kitu teh, hejo eyes,”
“Sing patiently, keg gede ambek!...Haha, can you still speak sunda lo?” chirps Friska.
“Slightly, well his name is also set for three years in Bandung,”
The waiter then came back with a snack of cheese bananas and ice cream. The small talk began to change the topic towards a rather serious one, a topic that was the reason they met.
“My children have been checking the data and points you send all night. It makes sense anyway argument lo, it's the company that lo mention in the email also so it looks a bit shady that practice after we are sincere from the point lo. But even with the kayak, this will still only be limited to gossip anyway,” Friska open the chat while tasting his cheese banana.
“Still not enough yes, to attack them?”
“Ngus is probably yes, but if the effect is as you would expect, it seems to not be. At best I can only go up in a few times, articles for highlights from the shady company side earlier. Can not be more than that also because we are still just connecting, I also have a code of ethics and do not want to be even like cheap gossip.” continued Friska who now looks straight at Nina, who is now looking straight at Nina, as if waiting for something.
He had not met his Junior High School friend for long, since Nina returned to Jakarta and did not continue SMU in Bandung. Sometimes people do change over time, but nevertheless he still feels talking to the same character as fifteen years ago.
Then, on top of all her sentimental feelings as a friend, her Journalist intuition also felt there was more than just connecting logic that made Nina this bold.
“Kayak so very lo, ngeliatin me his. Later have a crush again lo,” comments Nina who feels noticed.
“Huh haphazardly, the stars of this lo, my son has two tails at home, Neng.Udah deh, you must have more than this right. For what sake, Miss Waketum OSIS SMP me who judges and ngeyel it is not possible just a sudden reunion if there is no other ace he holds.”
“Anyway, like sebudes what the hell am I Frieska? But it is. There are other things that make me sure to keep going,” replied Nina casually and calmly, without pausing scooping Strawberry Sundae.
“Yakin that you also bucinan besides judes mean lo?” frieska said.
“Eh, haphazardly, don't make up stories yes, Ngana. Where ever dong I bucin,”
“Haha, okay okay..Turn to serious mode. So, what's the other thing?”
“Gue had their financial bookkeeping for the last 5 years.” replied Nina with a break.
Friska could feel the seriousness of the eyes of the vice chairman of OSIS during his junior high.
***
These two days went very smoothly for Rangga, a little concern about having to learn meeting materials that took place bilingual in a short time did not happen at all. He was able to guide all three during the meeting, including when they needed to get off the audit or just look at the field.
On the first day of the meeting, the majority of presentations came from important stakeholders in the office in English with a combined English-Japanese slide. Rangga translated most of the arguments of both parties that occurred during the meeting session.
The second day has more direct interaction and fewer formal meeting sessions.
Although the position of the three is high, they do not hesitate to go down around the company office area, ask directly to local management or just greet the staff. Not only received the results of the report that Fukunishi gave during the meeting just like that.
Dedication and passion seriousness of the people of the land of the rising sun always make Rangga amazed.
Today Rangga does not wear his oversized Suit, he comes with a formal long-sleeved shirt and tie, as well as cloth pants.
These two days the activities carried out are purely internal to the company, but the big challenge is tomorrow, the joint project meeting they did with the Swarnadipa Group. There was a small chance he would meet Elsa or Dendhy, he thought.
Of course he hoped it didn't have to happen. Imagining the awkwardness that might happen just feels reluctant. Lately he sometimes feels often trapped into a complexity that often he feels does not need to happen.
Rangga waved and bowed slightly as the car carrying the delegates left the Olympus Invesment office to the hotel where they were staying.
Fukunishi who also took the delivery then patted Rangga on the shoulder and said, “It has been half the trip, good work Rangga-san,”
“Thank you. This is thanks to the help of many of the father's staff as well,” replied Rangga beruaha remained low.
“Tomorrow, our last battle. Spirit!” Fukunishi clenched his right palm, both arms of his shirt rolled up past the elbow.
“Spirit!” rangga Reply.
Fukunishi then left to return to the room, while Rangga, who had finished work on the second day, decided to go home and rest.
More than an hour later, he was already struggling back in Jakarta's heavy afternoon traffic, the tip of his tie being squeezed neatly fluttered in the night breeze. Approaching a crowded red light, he decided to stop next to the driver of Ojol who he recognized his figure, Mr. Sarbini.
“Currently Sir?” exclaiming Rangga from behind his visor, he threw a smile at Sarbini who did not expect.
“Alhamdulilah, Mas. The youngest Adek just entered SD, more need a fee,” replied Sarbini.
“Thank God, stay healthy sir. Greetings yes,”
“Iya, Mas Rangga too. Play at home dong, it's been a long time to the house of the father.”
“God willing. If there is time, I will play,’ said Rangga.
The traffic light turned green, Rangga and Sarbini parted ways back by honking each other. The density around them began to break down.
From behind the wheel, Nina watches the two closely with Friska on the passenger bench.
“Introduction lo?” ask Friska.
“Not really, not anyone.” said Nina later, she then shifted the gear and slowly stepped on the gas.
***
David Bowie hummed softly in the red City Car cabin, his distinctive voice running all the way across the path outside the city of Jakarta. Like asking the two is it true that there is life on the planet Mars?
“Maybe the hell,” chirped Friska.
“What?” asked Nina who was busy driving.
“Ah, no, I happen to be thinking again about the talk of lo earlier, Jeng. What you find could be just the tip of the iceberg that has been closed, of the 5 years of irregularities in the opening that you find, you find, it has been found out they are deceiving shareholders with false profits since the beginning of standing, making the genjot value of the company on the stock exchange. That big money if we see the status of Swarnadipa today” replied Frieska.
"Oh, that Panama Pumping," Nina said.
“Panampa Pumping, it's called that. It is easy, you lie about the original profits of your company before opening a stock offering, then as if legitimately genjot profits of the company with the money that disappeared from the bookkeeping, then as if legally genjot profits of the company with the money that was lost from the bookkeeping, the way is generally through a fake entity or fictitious company, transactions are carried out to companies that want to pump business profits. Though it is not the company's profit, but indeed the company's money that was embezzled before.” Nina tried to explain simply.
“The final goal is to get the money back in, so what? Ribet really so,” asked Frieska, trying to look closely.
“Yes that was, the company's profit value bubble. Companies that want to be listed on ISHG kayak Swarnadipa since 2 years ago, need a good profit trend so that the high value of its shares in the capital market, the, high stock value means large fresh funds when it is offered to prospective stock buyers, and a good image is also important for other investors in their projects.”
“So easy, if their share price is Rp.100 for example, the original value can be lower in real bookkeeping?” ask Friska back.
“Betul, so the value of Rp.100 that you said earlier, it is the result of capital market assessment of fictitious financial growth. As if it was lucky when originally their business was not that big,” replied Nina.
"Swarnadipa itself has been around for almost 20 years, but has only been on the market since 2 years ago. They are also made up of smaller contractor companies. Hmm, start connecting me," Frieska concluded.
"Pinter is indeed this Reporter's Mom" said Nina.
"Huu, Yes dong, Frieska..."
"Hmm, like some kind of fried account. But I'm still not clear, that's their money, how the loss is more clear?" frieska continued, asking again.
Nina turned on the turn light and docked to the exit gate of the Toll, achieved Toll Card which is always available on the dashboard.
"For example, Swarnadipa companies are pumped money as if it were business profits, until the trend 200% for example, or as if they could sell 1000 units of property per year. In fact, it was originally their money as well and their business could only sell 200 units. Lo if for example buy their shares or nanem money, think the health of the company according to the false value earlier dong?" Nina again explained as she crept on the toll gate.
"Yes,"
"Their stock is rising in price, as if the company is growing rapidly. Though no, the shadow is ambitious if then the company shake, the original value is found out? Amblas money lo," continued Nina.
“Iya also. So, since the beginning they have been taxing and not honest too dong? Then, Panama Pumping it also includes financial crimes as well dong ya?”
“Obviously, that's the entry of Securities crimes. One of the potentially devastating problems inside Swarnadipa,” Nina thrust her Toll Card to the clerk at the counter.
“Iya anyway if you want to see how big Swarnadipa Tbk is, there is another potential problem yes, of course?” friska Mummings.
"It's definitely that. Lies can only be defended with more lies" Nina said.
“Including those who may be dragged must’nya people who have been working together and receiving benefits, in addition to the possibility of criminal syndicates who may even launder money through their investment channels and Swarnadipa property business, he said, like the information I summarized in the email,” he continued.
Friska was stunned on her bench, unable to comment further. Although they had discussed this, it felt not more obvious, but it was increasingly disturbing the problem that Nina explained.
The City Car is now turning into residential areas in the South Tangerang area.
“That means indirectly, people closest to Lo can be dragged also tuh,” He said later, trying to clarify the meaning.
Nina was able to capture the explicit intent, she straightforwardly replied, “KAP I have been since the beginning of standing did take care of their financial audit, then about Nathan's extended family ya want how again, let the law prove their position. I'm ready with all the risks.”
“Bu Waketum OSIS I am a champion deh, from making rame about the teacher 'ngobyek' selling LKS first, now want to bomb Property Giant class Swarnadipa, Swarnadipa,” Friska floated a glance and clapped her hands slowly towards Nina.
“Still inget aja Lo,” Nina smiled at the corner of her lips.
Friska then clasped her schoolmate's hand tightly, her face looking a little worried realizing the magnitude of the matter that was now bright in her mind. Far exceeded expectations when Nina first sent her information via email.
“Lo be careful Neng, I can only help you enough as a friend. Take good care of yourself.”
“Seriously hell, just calm down time.”
“Gue no longer joking this..”.
“Iya I understand, thank you. I'm even worried about lo.”
The car that Nina drove was docked in front of a house with a trellis fence and some orchid pots on its porch. Nina shut off the engine. Two boys ran out into the yard calling Friska.
“Wait for a message from me before raising the news, I have reported my findings to the Financial Crimes Task Force yesterday, so that the momentum is right!” Nina told me before Friska got out of her car.
Friska nodded then walked out and closed the car door, Nina lowering her window. Friska spontaneously carried the youngest son who jumped at her.
The three waved to Nina who replied from behind the wheel.
“Tante beautiful, if you have a holiday to play at his house Bagas yes, bring Om.” candidate Friska exclaimed.
Basic Geblek, Nina muttered inwardly.
***
I love you without knowing how, or when, or where it came from. I love you in a simple way, without any pettiness or arrogance: I love you like this because I don't understand any other way to love, where there is no me or you, so intimate that your hands are joined to my chest, so intimate that when I fall asleep you close your eyes.
Nina completed a Sonnet quote belonging to Pablo Neruda that stuck in her memory, adding it as an insert from a photo that she would upload on her Instagram profile.
A photo that captures the back of his left palm with a beam of morning sun sniffing from the sidelines of a wide-open finger lentik.
He then immediately uploaded when the composition felt fit, then put his phone on the cafe table. Rarely does he do this, generally all social media posts are handled by his assistant.
However, today for a reason that he did not understand, he wanted to upload photos and quotes just now.
A barrage of notifications swarmed in and the phone was vibrating constantly while the owner simply glanced over from the edge of the coffee cup he had sipped.
He can guess what the majority of reply notifications and messages that react to uploads without the need to look at the phone. Hundreds of ‘Hai’ and ‘Halo’ as well as several dozen chatter are definitely neatly lined up in the message column..
After a moment of calm his phone back clinking and vibrating slowly, a new notification. Nina thought there was a Whatsapp message coming in and the contents might be important, she rushed to reach for her phone and scroll through the notification chart even though the one just turned out to be a message for her inbox on Instagram, he almost ignored his return if he had missed the reply quoted.
So I ‘kan waiting for you like an uninhabited house, until arriving when you glance and decide to occupy me. Before that day comes let my windows creak.
Floating his thumb hesitantly above the send button, Rangga wondered if he would continue to send one of the few writings Neruda stored in his memory in return.
Rangga is not very interested in literature, but his photographic memory deliberately remembers the entire page of Neruda's book that once hung a few inches from his face a dozen years ago.
Inget, isn't he? in his heart Rangga asked his own rationality.
If he remembers, then why? you think he'll run to your arms, now? Rationality answered with scorn.
But then he thought, even if he sent it, of course the goods would be submerged in a sea of messages that must be like overflowing in the DM box of the Princess. It's obviously impossible to ever be read, so it doesn't seem like a problem.
Pressed his send button then tucked his cell phone into a shirt pocket, switch chatting back with Jamal and Rudi in a minimarket parking lot near his boarding house.
Nina is stunned to read a reply message containing Pablo Neruda's quote from the same book, 100 Sonnets of Love, which she wrote, actually some of the prank he read there are also those that contain quotes of poetry or Neruda's work from other books.
But this one was like a familiar tone knock in his heart. Although it is possible that the sentiment that just carried over from the strains of the Jazz Band that rearranged the song Women in Love Streisand to match the shahdunya nuance.
He was increasingly curious about the sender and decided to check his account, immediately then his heart rippled and his pupils widened as his fingers scroll up and down the contents of the upload which was only a few photos.
