Ravana's Note: Scandal
Note 1: The Beautiful Mother and HRD Division
“Eyang Princess,”
“Yes, Le,”
“My Inner Eye is closed only yes?”
“Hihi,” Si Mbah Putri giggles, “Your vision is meant for a purpose, Le. Later also closed itself after everything ended,”
“I mean it's all over? I died, so?”
“Not, more to the problem of soul mate,”
“So-that's not okay, Eyang,”
“Ya What can you do? All with the permission of the Almighty. Also do not want you to meddle into another dimension,” Eyang Gandhes rubbed Ravana's cheeks and wiped his tears. “Sabar ya Le,”.
Ravana glanced behind Eyang, then lowered his head.
“What do you see?” ask Eyang Gandhes.
“Big, high up to the ceiling, and the color is bluish,”
Eyang Gandhe nodded, “He is the most dutiful of his kind,”
“He is the most dangerous,” said Ravana while looking down. Looking at the creature lingering made his chest extremely tight.
Eyang Ghandes nodded again.
“Jalani used to be everything. If it's not strong, you say yes. Later Help,”
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Ravana's memory just returned to the past, as he chatted with a person he called Eyang Putri.
When Ravana was little, he got this 'vision' due to shock when kidnapped. Kidnapping on the basis of ransom that made it anti-social until now. In his eyes, humans were the most terrifying creatures.
Although in a short time he was rescued from the abduction, but the trauma did not immediately disappear. And even though Ravana tried to forget the incident, but many things that made him think back.
Also, including this special instinct.
Because the first time he saw the creature was in the kidnapper's base.
“New employee, Mas?” a woman greeted him as Ravana was about to open the glass door.
Beautiful women, even very beautiful. His face resembled that of a Dutch Noni with green eyes and a perfectly pointed nose. His reddish thin lips made Ravana swallow because it felt very sensual. But...
Ravana extended a hand, towards the chest of the woman.
And squeezing.
Uh...
Original turns.
Plakk!!
“Crazy! There are Perverted people!! I call security yes!!” scream that woman.
“Eeeh don't! Nay!! I thought you weren't real!” Ravana stroked her cheeks that were grimly slapped while preventing the woman from panicking.
“What is not real? You think I'm that CGI?!” exclaim that woman
“I mean... Ergh!! Yes there you have it, I think hallucinations!”
“Hah?!”
“I thought you were a demon, because your face looks like Dutch Noni,” said Ravana.
“Think I'll believe your reason?!”
Ravana scratched his nape.
“Indeed if I am a demon, you can hold it at will?! So perverted! Precisely you strange pervert to the devil!”
Ravana scratched his head, confusedly answering. “Usually when a demon, I give him a hand to fly or move away. Or feel kopong kayak squeeze air,”
“Unclear theory!” grumble the woman.
“Sorry yes Ma'am, please do not extend,” Ravana put his two hands together, pleading to the woman.
“OK, but beware if you mess up again to me! Huh! Totally handsome you think can be arbitrary, you are wrong big!” and the woman passed from there with a stomping step.
Holy hooch!
The first meeting that made a deep impression! Fucked up all... Ravana.
“Mas?” a voice made Ravana look back. The woman in secretary uniform opened the nearby glass door and looked at her, she looked at Ravana with a questioning look. “Search who and from where, mas?”
“Eh? Errrr..” Ravana turned to the beautiful woman earlier, had already disappeared. “Search Pak Firman part HRD, I Iwan from outsourcing agency ”
“Ooh, I think I want to do it alone there. Come on in,” said the Secretary as he opened the glass door wider, allowing Ravana to enter.
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Mr. Firman, the Head of HRD Division looked at Ravana from top to bottom and down again while frowning sharpened his vision.
“People as handsome as you want to be OB? Waaaah if all your OB kayak long time office we thought agency model,”
(OB stands for Office Boy)
“I'm a bit introverted sir, not suitable to be a model,”
“Neither, just don't like the crowds. But if it becomes a model once photoshoot paid a billion anyway may be sir,”
“Model pamphlet Safari Park, pose the same tapir. Want?”
“Billion, no?”
“Nego,”
Then they both giggled.
“You can't be an OB Lah, how do you do marketing?” haggle Mr. Word again.
“I sell only once, it's a failure Sir,”
“What sale?
“Sell lucknut temen in Tokped,”
“Your account directly blocked it,”
“Ya really, you know what I sell chicken, must sell before being blocked, right,”
“This is real chicken or chicken McD?”
“McD Sir, Modal Cocot Doang,”
They both giggled together again.
“If you still want to be OB, yes whatever. But the salary is below UMR yes, you do not need BPJS right?”
“Ya need dong Pak”
“BPJS, Need Hugs Also Touch,”
“Yes if that depends, if from the father yes I run away. If from Mbak-mbak operator yes I approached,”
“Awas yes less-less problems. You don't want to be here for LGBT mode,”
“Yeah sir, when I was accused of LGBT,”
“LGBT, Cute Man Bin Three,”
“Cakep Sir, Cakep Garingnya,”
And once again they giggled.
“So gini..eeee, “Pak Firman stared at Ravana's resume. “Iwan Gunadi, I call Iwan aja yes,”
“Ya Sir,”
“I did order from Outsource find Office Boy rather special,”
“Yes Sir, I've been notified,”
“This building is rather strange, almost every day there is an invisible disturbance,”
“Ya Sir,”
“But I need to know, you do have that privilege or not,”
“Good Sir,”
“Try me test first yes, look around me, there is what oddity here?”
Ravana glanced, left, right, front, back. Then a moment later he looked at Mr. Firman with a big smile.
“If around, no sir,” said Ravana.
“Oooh is it?”
“But if in front of me there is Sir,” said Ravana again.
Mr. Word's smile disappeared.
“In front of you?”
“Iya, Sir,”
“Try to explain,”
Ravana grinned. “Pak Firman has no legs,”
Cklekk!
“Good Morning,”
Ravana. “Morning Sir,”
“Aduh, sorry I'm a little late. It's a huge jog on the road! You're the one named Iwan? I have heard from Outsourcing,” middle-aged man approached his desk located in front of Ravana while looking at the resume that the secretary put on the table.
“Ya Sir,” replied Ravana.
“Include, I Firman, Kadiv HRD,” the man reached out to Ravana.
“Iwan Gunadi, Sir,” Ravana repaid his hand post.
Then the man looked at Ravana, looking at the man from top to bottom to top down again while frowning sharpened his vision. “You're sure people as handsome as you are dreaming of being OB? How about marketing?”
Ravana breathed a sigh.
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