Ravana's Note: Scandal

Note 24: Sir Word

“Pak Word, lunch too?” Ravana greets Mr. Firman when the elevator opens.

“No,” replied Mr. Word short.

Ravana went inside followed by Ai, then the young man frowned because the elevator button had not been squeezed. “You to what floor Sir?”

“Where are you going?” ask Mr. Word.

“Cantine next door,” replied Ravana.

“Ikut aja, now I can be anywhere,”

Ravana felt strange with Mr. Firman's answer, and spontaneously he stared at the foot. There are feet. Inner that young man.

“Wan,” call Mr. Word.

“Ya Sir?”

“You remember Mr Yanto?”

“Ya clearly remember,”

“Later in the afternoon his wife came here, would take care of social security and benefits, as well as his debts, I may not have time to handle want to go directly,”

“There's Ma'am Jihan right?”

“There, but I hope you can help too,”

“What can I help you with?”

“Passion wife Pak Yanto,”

“How's love? What's the problem?”

“Mas Iwan, you tell me who?” reprimand Ai.

“Eh?” Ravana turned to Ai while frowning. Then he looked again at Mr. Word.

Blank.

There was only him and Ai in that elevator.

There is no Mr. Word.

So who's gonna talk to him?

And if it's Mr. Word Half, why is it perfect?

That meant...

Instantly the young man was struck by bad thoughts.

“Ai,” with Ravana's reply pressing the open button, “You eat first aja,” they have arrived on the lobby floor.

“Hah?! Where are you going?!”

“Mau to top again,”

“Wait!” Ai hold the elevator door from closing, “I’m coming in!” (I'm coming along)

“This will be old,”

“Eike guardian you, bro. From you why-napa akoh hanged behind the same Papa, mending us hadepin together, dead yes equally!” Ai closed the elevator door. “Mending eike death with pride, rather than a lifetime of regret!”

(Guardian: guard. Death With Pride: The honorable death. Regret: sorry)

After the door closes,

“Emang what the hell is bro? Who did you meet?” ask AI.

Ravana stood up with a huff. “Pak Word,”

“Pak Word? Mr Firman HRD?!”

“Yes, something that resembles him,”

Ai rounded her eyes, “Duh, what's up?” muttered that guy.

“Last I met that was like the time of Mr. Yanto's case,”

“Pak Yanto tuh who?”

Then Ravana quickly recounted the incident that he experienced when he found Pak Yanto dead.

“Anjay,” murmur Ai. “Wire dong, salary offer akoh belom diajuin to Boss anyway,”

“Boss you are here,” said Ravana while still looking forward.

Ai instantly sparkle, “Heh? Isn't it Mr Rey?”

“Whose order is Mr Rey?”

“Hem... Mr. Dirut,”

“Atasannya Mr Dirut?”

“Let's worry about salary, if you work well,” said Ravana accompanied by Ai moans when he heard the words ‘if you work nice’. Because he clearly had no intention of working in an office. In her mind the overseas walks of attending Fashion Week was her dream, not being a corporate slave. “Also not necessarily Pak Firman his fate is the same as Pak Yanto,” said Ravana again.

“Ya really,” Then Ai fell silent and frowned. “Kok smells huh?” he muttered while sharpening his kiss.

Ravana turned his head up, he also smelled the stench. The smell of carcasses that sting, more rotten many times than the smell of rat carcasses.

Ai closed her nose. “I think I know this smell,” murmured.

“Oh,” Ravana folds her lips and recites in her heart. He stared at the elevator button, from earlier they were still stuck on the 7th floor, the sacred floor. They will return to the 15th floor. The elevator was running very slowly, like there was a very heavy load in the elevator.

The young man already knew who had come to accompany the two of them inside the elevator.

Ai was now speechless, unkempt as usual. He looked back at Ravana, then slowly looked up. Ai was just silent, not pale, not stuttering, instead more like being alert.

Then the young man pulled his gun and pointed it behind Ravana. “If eike shoot mempan not?” his Ai Awso.

“No, he is not from this world,” said Ravana.

There was laughter coming from the elevator.

“Yes eike know, the shape is a mess that is impossible mortal. But who knows can still be thrown out with bullets,”

“That there is a danger to both of us, Ai,”

“Why can I see?” ask Ai next. Questions that Ravana also wants to ask.

“Because I want to be seen, even if I have to spend a lot of energy,” said the entity.

“The climate is already high,” murmured Ravana.

“So Eike should what?!” Ai started to panic.

“Must be calm,”

“Where can I?! That's until the ceiling!” sahut Ai's.

“Fear?” ask Ravana.

“No, just really disturbing! You don't want to be followed by him?! Where does a buset smell like no shower how long you! Must be fitting his life of sin stacked yak!” Omel Ai's.

Ravana.

“Rahwana,” Kuntoro earthy with a long hoarse voice, “We should be able to grab him. Because of lost souls he survived. So we'll find it instead,”

“Who?”

“Solar Wrestle,”

“I will not hesitate to eliminate you, if you dare to disturb my friends, even though I will be called by the court of Djin,” ketus Ravana.

“We'll see, Hahahahaha!!”

And that figure disappeared.

“Mas?”

“Hm?”

“Djin can hurt humans no?”

Ravana sighed, then smiled wryly.

“Eike means, directly, so,” added Ai was-was.

Ting! The elevator stopped on the 15th floor. “Can,” replied Ravana short while exiting the elevator.

Shaykh Abu Bakr Al-Jazairi said, “Truly the fact that the jinn are hurting people is undeniable based on the constant proposition of the Quran and As-Sunnah and the realities that have happened”.

Had it not been for the barriers of the angels that God commanded to guard men, no one would have survived the disturbance of the jinn and demons.

That is, because humans cannot see them and that their ability to change shape in a relatively fast time, and also because of their delicate and gentle bodies, so that we can't feel and touch it.

From this it can be believed that some of the jinn hurt (insult) humans. Whether it is because humans themselves are beginning to disturb or hurt them by splashing hot water on them or peeing on them, or occupying their dwellings unknowingly, so they retaliate and hurt humans.

Immediately, half-running the two of them headed towards the room of the HRD Division.

“Mbak Jihan,” saya Ravana, “Father is there?”

“Ada Mas, but again accept guest,”

“Ohya?”

“Iya, I never thought I'd see but he's wearing a nametag here. Height and face-”

“Like Noni-Noni?” cut Ravana.

“Lah! How know?!”

“We are in yes mbak, very important,”

“Eh? O-okay, Mas,”

And in one movement they opened the room Mr. Word.