Ravana's Note: Scandal

Note 3: Marketing Director and Rolex

The Hadith of Bukhari No. 3371. The Prophet prayed for protection for Hasan and Husayn :

Audzu bi kalimaatillahit taammati min kulli syaithonin wa haammatin wa min kulli 'ainin laammatin

 It means: "I take refuge in the perfect words of God from the temptations of demons, poisonous animals and from the influence of 'others are bad."

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Ravana glued staring into the room of Marketing Director.

It was in the corner of the room, next to the bookshelf behind the Director's chair, a white figure with a cloth dangling from head to toe. It moves like a drift in the wind but it sticks there. His body looked radiant but his aura was very dark.

While Mr. Director was resentfully sitting in his chair with a frown frowning at his computer, like not realizing there was a creature there, right behind him.

That astral figure muttered words that seemed to be a mantra. His head was wiggled to the right and left slowly, while staring towards the front. I don't know which way he's facing because his face and body are covered in that shining white cloth.

I am far away but I am close, I am close but I am facing. Our existence, with Gusti's permission, even if you banish us, we will return. You ask us to come, we will come. You ask us to leave, we'll hold on. Our lost souls will make the fence of Kanjeng Palace.

The creature speaks the ancient Javanese language, which is as understanding as Ravana means as above. One of the famous black ngelmu mantra in Central Java society. The high magical power that filled the room around him further added to Ravana's suspicions.

Is the User the Director?

But why did the Director seem unaware of the astral presence behind him?

“Why you?!”

Ravana was surprised to hear a little reprimand that seemed to be thrown at him. Mr. Marketing Director realized his gaze.

“Bapak need P3K?” ravana asked trying to distract. The young man looked towards the signboard on the Director's desk.

Reynaldy Trenggono, Director of Marketing and Investment. Let's call him Mr. Rey.

Mr. Rey looked at Ravana from top to bottom suspiciously. Time and time again until the young man misbehaved himself. "If no one gets hurt, I'm sorry if I bother you, sir,"

"I think I've seen you, yes" muttered Mr. Rey slowly.

Ravana.

"Who are you?" asked Mr. Rey while frowning his forehead staring at the guy in front of him.

"My name is Iwan, sir. new OB for division, sir,"

"Hm," it seems Mr. Rey is not easy to believe.

While the astral behind Mr. Rey is gone.

"I think I need the P3K" Mr. Rey finally said.

Ravana finished his job, cleaned up the broken glass, then entered the Marketing Director's room, "Excuse me, sir," the young man said.

"Here, my hands are bleeding. Can you help with the wound dressing?" Mr. Rey rolled up his shirt arm and showed me his palm. It seems so excited to throw a bantex, the palm until it scratched the edge of the large iron map.

"Good, sir,"

Mr. Rey stared at the young man in front of him throughout his activities. Ravana meticulously rubbed the wound on the palm of Mr. Rey. "Have you ever worked in a hospital?"

"No, sir,"

"Clean fairground is also the way you argue,"

Ravana just kept silent while smiling bitterly. He did not want to say that since seeing people shot when he was kidnapped at the time, he had learned how to stop the bleeding.

"You're from outsourcing?"

"True sir,"

"Are you still in school or college?"

"Lecture, but on leave,"

"Why? Charge constraints?"

Ravana again did not answer. Mr. Rey thinks it's a sign that the young man in front of him is acknowledging his words.

"You can find a more bona fide job with that look of yours" Mr. Rey said.

"Hm," Mr. Rey seems impressed by Ravana's work.

"What do I need to help you with again, sir?"

"Later noon please get my Rolex at Epicentrum yes,"

"Father must come alone to his counter, they do not accept representatives" Ravana stopped saying. Realize that it was a mistake.

"Iwan," said Mr. Rey in a low voice, "An ordinary person would not understand that the original Rolex is not that easy to give to others because it has to go through a special procedure of removal,"

Mr. Rey slowly approached Ravana. The young man sighed and turned his gaze elsewhere.

Goddamnit! So often I buy Rolex so do not realize it is trapped! rahwana in heart.

"Only special customers know that the watch is made after the customer is interviewed about the nature, habits and daily activities. Even when it's done, the take must be accompanied by a release and a follow-up interview, or they bring themselves here," said Mr. Rey.

"I was given the task of taking it, and failed. So I know the procedure" Ravana quibbled.

"No way, you're lying" Rey said. "The item was at least as good as home, there was no way they would delegate to a regular courier to take it to the counter,"

Mr. Rey leaned over to Ravana, he investigated the young man, "Unless, your position used to be of equal importance to the new manager they entrusted him with. But there's rarely a manager your age except..."

Mr. Rey whispered near Ravana's ear, "Unless you are not an ordinary person and you are here with an important purpose,"

Geck! Geck! Geck!

"Excuse me, Mr. Rey,"

They both looked towards the clear voice.

Beautiful woman whose face is more beautiful than a doll, "Father asked to face Mr. Trevor for development plans in Kalimantan,"

Ravana raised his eyebrows looking at the woman.

This morning! Thought amazed.

"Why am I called? I'm in marketing business, if the project problem has its own part, right?!" Mr. Rey frowned.

"I don't know" the woman shrugged her shoulders.

"Who are you?"

"Sir Rey is joking around" said the beautiful woman.

"If there's an employee as beautiful as you, I'll definitely notice. I just saw you this time" said Mr. Rey.

Ravana frowned feeling strange and glanced at the woman. Ma'am Noni looked at Ravana from top to bottom cynically. It seems that he still has not forgiven Ravana's actions this morning.

"I'm moving from the branch, sir," said the Beautiful Mother.

"Your name?"

"French,"

"Which division?"

The woman did not answer, she seemed impatient to face Mr. Rey. "If you mind facing, I can-"

"Oh, okay, okay, I'm ready first," Mr. Rey finally understood that he could not buy any more time. Then he looked at Ravana. "We continue our exciting conversation later that afternoon, bro," he smiled knots while patting Ravana's shoulder.

Ravana sighed in relief as Mr. Rey walked out of the room.

No wonder Reynaldy Trenggono is appointed as Marketing Director. His instincts are sharp, the kind that shareholders prefer to serve as executive slaves.

Already so, it seems he is a pretty cool person, actually. His attitude to Ravana who is an OB is more friendly, very different from the two staff who were.

Then Ravana turned to look at the Dutch Noni woman.

Disappear.

“Lah, cepet really went,” murmured Ravana.

Ravana returned to the pantry.