Null Existence

2. Asa the Ravana

It did not take long for Rangga to be the lips of his stupidity this morning. A short video with a duration of 15 seconds shows his figure who was expelled from the executive office room, has been reissued hundreds of times on the timeline of almost all employees who work on the three adjoining Building complexes.

In fact, it's still not 10 in the morning. Dyah Pithaloka of Public Accountant Office Elsa and Partners is a celebrity, not only for office dwellers, or their business partners, but also on social media platforms.

To all of those people, her daughter master was the near-perfect Bu Dyah. For Rangga, he is still a crybaby Nina in a white-blue uniform.

Rangga handed Ajo's cell phone, his boss. It has been 5 minutes they spent in the Roof Ridge which is also transformed into an open garden for residents of the Building to just rest.

Both of them were sitting smoking in one corner, only they were there.

“Funny the hell lo this, use all the same deal Bu Dyah. Our kayak employees bro, can be replaced at any time, different from those who are high education,” Ajo exhaled his cigarette. His narrow eyes glanced sharply at Rangga.

“I don't mean anything Bang, just anter the order and settle the room,”

"Remain Lo, is there nothing?"

"My oath, Bang."

"Keep, why do you hold a picture frame on his desk?"

　

　

For a moment Rangga gasped, because from the video Ajo showed earlier there was no part about Rangga that was caught wet with the picture frame.

"Madun who told me the same story, I told the boy to shut up, so as not to come to HR." Ajo puffed his cigarette, responding to Rangga's shocked facial water.

"Yes, that's when I want to clean up, abis live AC kan_"

“Haish, don't need a lot of alibi deh, lo this is not the first person to get drunk kasmaran with the Sundanese princess.”

Rangga felt overwhelmed by the statement just now. He expressed his intention to submit his defense further.

"Yes Bang Ajo" said Rangga, briefly.

“It's been 6 months I work with you, but this is the first time I see a girl who makes you freak out about this business.” Ajo smoked the rest of his cigarettes deeply.

"In fact, I was able to squirm your facial expression, when I first met Bu Dyah, when our room was in order a few months ago." Ajo Continues his talk. "I just don't think, if you're going to fall in love at first sight and so*** this way,"

“Iya, bang. I'm sorry to have inconvenienced brother.” Rangga.

　

　

In his heart he corrected Ajo's statement, he did fall in love at first sight to the Princess, but not a few months ago.

More precisely a dozen years ago, in the middle of the school field, in front of the flagpole.

A few months ago, he was just shocked at the fate that reunited the two.

“That's the video that Bu Mey's son recorded, hopefully there's no problem. So far anyway, I have no voices from the Sacred Floor,” continued Ajo.

Rangga initially even thought that Madun who fad took a video. Hearing his superior's words just now, he felt a little bit of a sense of anxiety. Twice he was called to the Sacred Floor to meet Ms. Meyshinta, her HR Manager.

Damn, the affairs between these employees are also still in the corridor of HR authority. Rangga hopes this does not widen to serious. If called a third time means this is Strike Three, Out!

“I take full responsibility bang, if Bu Dyah objected I will apologize again formally, also facing Bu Mey if necessary,” Rangga tried to convince his superiors.

Ajo turned off his cigarette and looked straight back at Rangga, followed by a long laugh and a head-shaking expression as if he was hearing a story about a corpse that rose from the dead when going to be sholati.

“Rangga oh Rangga, lo it if you want to fall in love anyway legitimate, but yes do not Bu Dyah too. Same with Raisa for example,”

“We're just temen, Bang.” Cut Rangga.

“Ci Jenny already, Ci Jenny from the office next door again find a third husband,” Timpal Ajo.

“Ya Aja aja, klop it Widow same Duda.”

“Or the Shani tuh, the blonde coquettish,”

Ajo got up from his seat while coughing interspersed with laughter. Rangga who was already much more relaxed finally laughed as well.

“Lo tuh ye, his taste is horrified. Bu Dyah is his girlfriend who is now a Young Entrepreneur boss!” Ajo mengukas, pointed at Rangga while shaking his waist.

“Lo is one of hundreds of thousands of times, see how many Instagram followers. Our level is through bro!”

“Well, imagining a little can be bang,” Rangga trying not to lose face completely.

“Yes, you fantasize whatever I don't care. Lo himself is also physically good, tall, ideal, okay. But not the same Miss Dyah.” Ajo is acting like a motivator now.

Rangga's heart again slipped hearing the statement just now. For a dozen years of living his life, Rangga has been accustomed to doing work that not infrequently makes the conscience of ordinary people turbulent and rebellious, but always he can be ruled out easily.

He's been learning to kill his conscience and emotions for a dozen years, and he's been pretty good all that time.

After two years out of the dark yet simple life of the past, Rangga began to learn to adapt back to the complexity of the normal life he had left behind.

However, this time he failed to completely kill his ass.

“Ya already Bang, I went down first.” Rangga got up from his seat and bid farewell to Ajo.

“Where are you, it's Coffee Break time. This Friday, relax a little bit,” said Ajo.

“Someone asked to change the plugs on the 12th Floor earlier, I just remembered.”

Their company does have a culture of Coffee Break for 30 minutes at 10 am. One by one already seen out crowded the other side of the park in this Roof Ridge.

The last thing Rangga needs to do now is not to add spice from his silly actions, by meeting Nina with her office colleagues during Coffee Break. I can't imagine how awkward that is.

“On that earlier, do not get too entered into the heart yes, I am half guyon really. But, you still need to take care of your behavior, I can't help keep going.” Ajo Seru.

“Iya Bang, Thanks. I understand kok.” Answer Rangga, Relax.

Actually, without being said, Rangga understood all the intentions of his superiors, after all, Ajo was good enough as a superior over the last Six months. The relationship between the two is more than just a work partner. Ajo whose age is adrift Eight years from Rangga is also a good brother figure for his subordinates.

After deciding to retire from her blood-soaked world more than Two years ago, Rangga started everything from Zero. The various kinds of work he did for the sake of a normal and clean life. Once he worked in the Building Project and took the profession of Ojek online at night until at one point, he knew Bu Elsa, the founder of this company who then hired him as a backup driver.

For people who have long lived a life that Rangga used to live first, normal life and all the difficulties to just eat is a torturous thing. No let alone the certainty of welfare and all accommodations that were once available.

Rangga on the other hand actually feels grateful now, at least for all the good that is in his life now, not to be paid by taking away others or putting him on his own.

Now, even though he often returns home late because of overtime or evening college classes, Rangga can sleep well and wake up without feeling depressed the next morning despite living in a cheap boarding area in a suburban Jakarta village.

In the past, he was always haunted by guilt and feelings of emptiness every time he went home to the accommodation he occupied. He always sleeps with Bayonet behind his pillow.

Rangga who now has neighbors who often greet or come together to just chat in Post Ronda. Rangga who used to always move, never settle down, go wherever the task ordered him.

For dozens of years people called him by many names, knew him by many means, no one had ever called his real name. Those who sheltered her gave her a new name, forcing her to discard her true identity.

These past two years, his neighbor, his fry rice cooker, the avid bandrek guy who stopped by his boarding alley, his night-time college friends, and those around him called him,

“Rangga! Do not walk sambal daydream, later fall you,” exclaimed Bu Meyshinta who has thick glasses.

Ms. Mey and some of her office workers cross paths with Rangga on the stairs to the Roof Ridge, they will also take a break. Including a small group behind him consisting of Bu Elsa, some staff, and also Nina.

Rangga just threw a smile as he passed them all, the tie-necked princess just slightly melengos. Miss Elsa pinched Rangga's arm.

“After lunch, later to the room Mother yes,” said the middle-aged woman with a friendly face and fat posture.

Rangga said yes and tried to rush away from the place, by running even if it did not look strange.

“Marahin aja tuh, Miss Elsa. Early in the morning disturbin the Madam Dyah aja it_” sound Bu Mey echoed in the hallway.

Rangga just sighed and released a smile towards the reflection of his sturdy figure on the tightly closed elevator door.

Everyone calls him Rangga. Yes, Rangga, his real name, the birth name given by his late parents, one last thing in him that directly linked to the memory of the two of them.

Rangga Prasadika Wijaya, is no longer the Jagawana.

Thinking of this invited a wider smile on his face. A bushel of Plum fragrance burst out from the door of the elevator that was slowly splitting open.