Ravana's Note: Scandal

Note 5: Dangdut and Sorry

“This is our New OB!” exclaimed one of the staff, who sat next to Mr. Yanto.

“Include Sir, call me Iwan. Can I help you?” rahwana asked as he approached them.

“Later to buy Nasi Padang just for noon yes, I still have to type nih!”

“Oke Sir, just note his needs,” said Ravana with a smile.

“I do not eat deh,” said Mr. Yanto.

“Yah, Sir. Eat even if you are stressed. Poor daughter wife at home if we why-napa,”

“There are job recommendations elsewhere? My head is getting dizzy!”

“Yes, but the age of the father is already 44 years, the average sonorous fresh graduate,”

“Try that time softloan money from the real office is used for the warteg business, sir, and instead of making a home renovation. Surely now there is still a backup income, right,”

“Yes how to know if there will be an incident like gini,” snorted Mr. Yanto.

“The face is pale sir, just rest in the mushola floor 5,”

“Iya I slept there. Dangdutnya matain aja,”

Kriii

A voice call was heard from Pak Yanto's drawer.

“Hoi, that ringtone sound from bini to how many?” one of the staff.

Mr. Yanto grinned while opening his drawer, “This one is not from bini, ya know yaa,”

Ravana saw that there were many cell phones in Pak Yanto's drawer.

Then a snort taunting.

*

*

After placing an order to eat at the restaurant next to the building, Ravana returned to the office to clean up other things, in the hope that during lunch break, the order he had left was finished, so just take it.

Because the elevator was crowded and he remembered that Junet said they both had the task of cleaning the emergency stairs of floors 1 to 5, so Ravana decided to check the location. According to him, taking the elevator from the 5th floor may be quieter.

When he opened the emergency stairs, his hair immediately goosebumps. But he ignored his condition. According to him, he currently has no business with the creatures, so he will ignore their existence for a while.

As he was on the 4th floor emergency stairs, a faint-sayup was heard the sound of dangdut songs. Ravana thought, this is like a song that was tuned Pak Yanto from his computer.

He arrived at the end of the 5th floor.

Mr. Yanto was at the end, seen descending the stairs in lethargy. His face was just like the one before, pale and his gaze tired.

“Pak Yanto,” greet Ravana.

Pak Yanto turned to Ravana and looked at the young man with a questioning look. “I've ordered nasi padang yes Sir,”

“But I did not order,” said Mr. Yanto. His voice sounded slow and lethargic.

“I am the one who bought Sir,”

“Wah, thank you, loh. You are understanding,” even without expression, through his black eyes, Pak Yanto looked at Ravana fixedly. Nanar and sad.

“Pak,” murmured Ravana. “I apologize to Mr. Rey if something goes wrong, it seems he is not the kind of person who is difficult if we really admit our mistakes,”

Mr. Yanto nodded slowly, “I feel more guilty to my son and wife,”

“I apologize to them if you come home later,”

“I think it's too late. Maybe you can help me say my apologies,” Mr. Yanto lowered his head while smiling bitterly. Ravana did not answer, only nodded. But all at once, he felt something peculiar. Why did Mr Yanto ask Ravana who represented the word ‘maaf’?

Then suddenly Mr. Yanto raised his face while frowning,“Kamu... who exactly?”.

“Why Pak?” Ravana asked what Pak Yanto meant.

“Whose bloodline are you?” Mr. Yanto tilted his head as if staring at something behind Ravana, then he slowly looked up and had a tense face until agape.

Ravana frowned while looking back. There's no one.

“Father of ken-” and his sentence stopped instantly.

Mr. Yanto is no longer in front of him.

“Heh?!” Ravana looked to his right and left in panic. Check the stairs up and down. “Loh??” yells.

Then came that feeling, a very strong feeling of worry.

Ravana then remembered, before he went to buy lunch for the employees, Mr. Yanto wanted to rest at the Mushola employees on the 5th floor.

So Ravana opened the door of the emergency stairs and ran towards Mushola.

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*

At that time, the mosque was crowded with people who wanted to pray Dzuhur. Ravana half ran, opened his shoes, and entered the Brotherhood area.

There muezzin was waking up a body that was like sleeping in the corner of Mushola. Ravana recognized his clothes. Orange shirt and khaki pants. Sleeping on the side, transverse above the bed.

“Pak Yanto,” murmured Ravana while approaching the body.

“Eh, Mas,” greet muezzin. “I've been trying to wake up but it looks like his sleep is too good,”

“Pak Yanto?” call Ravana.

Not move.

“Pak?” rahwana's shock is getting louder.

But Mr. Yanto remained motionless.

Ravana moved forward to check whether Mr. Yanto was still breathing or not, he attached his index finger to Mr. Yanto's nose.

Niente.

Then he checked the pulse on Pak Yanto's neck.

Ravana immediately snatched the phone in his pocket and contacted the ambulance.

*

*

Mr. Rey entered the marketing room with a stomping step. Far away he walked to the next building to meet his superior, Mr. Trevor Bataragunadi, but he even said 'halu'.

Still thick shame that he suffered, when he knocked on his boss' door and was instead rewarded with eye-painting asked.

"What's wrong?" ask the boss, Mr. Trevor.

"She called me?"

"No. What am I calling you for?"

"Says for the Kalimantan project, sir,"

"Who said? And why do I need you for that project? The buyer is there,"

"So someone claimed to be Mr. Trevor's secretary, he came to my office and told me he called me,"

"Did? Maybe Arman. Just sec,"

It appears Mr. Trevor pressed the intercom button and asked Arman to come.

A man of charming stature, his face like a star of a Korean drama, entered the room of Mr. Trevor. "What's the Boss?" He is Mr. Arman, Head of Corporate Secretary Division in all Garnet Group subsidiaries.

"You told your secretary to call Rey here?" ask Mr. Trevor.

"What am I so tired of? If I need to stay, call Rey to come here,"

"Ohiya, right too," muttered Mr. Rey while scratching his head. "His name is Fransita. Beautiful as a Russian face,"

"There is no Fransita on my team. And again, I have not hired women to be secretaries, the Queen said,"

"Your wife, that is," muttered Mr. Trevor.

"Yes, rather, if angry like to carry katana," Mr. Arman grimaced.

"So no one called me sir?"

"Nothing, Rey," Mr. Trevor and Mr. Arman spoke together.

"Godw..."

"Your office should be massively diluqyah" said Mr. Trevor.

"cost, Sir. Mending sell only, not profit too all this time. Already 25 CEOs we have hired, failed to continue" said Mr. Arman.

"Yes if the problem of selling sells anyway, Iwan's business,"

"The ivan?" roy's Mumam.

"Yes, Ravana. His call was Iwan, my sister," said Mr. Trevor.

"Sir," reprimanded Mr. Arman to Mr. Trevor. It seems he warned Mr. Trevor of something.

Then the man fell silent. "He was assigned to..." Mr. Trevor looked at Mr. Arman.

Mr. Arman nodded slowly. Giving code.

"God. Pity very much" muttered Mr. Trevor, but he seemed to be holding back the laughter.

But Mr. Rey, it's been hunted down everything.

And realizing that the atmosphere was getting awkward he finally resigned.

"Well Mr. Trevor, Mr. Arman. I'm ready to go back to work" said Mr. Rey, bowing respectfully.

And at this time,

Mr. Rey is so incredibly upset.

Who the hell is this Fransita?!

And he will meet Iwan, the OB with suspicious behavior, to confirm his conjecture.

But, the moment he entered the floor of his division, all of them were staring at him tensely.

"What's wrong? Why is everyone gathered in front of my room?" ask Mr. Rey.

"A-a-anuu sir, I'm sorry. We're gonna tell you something,"

"Just go ahead,"

"Last noon, Mr. Yanto died,"

Mr. Rey stood stunned.

"Handid you?"

The staff nodded slowly. "The diagnosis is bleeding in the brain, possibly stress,"

Rey raised her eyebrows. "Then... You're accusing me of being the cause of her stress?" He immediately felt dizzy like he was fainting.

"That's not so, sir, we gathered because of the father's room." the staff glanced in the Director's room with fear.

"Why?"

"Mr see for yourself," one by one his employees stepped aside to give Mr. Rey a way.

The man walked with slow steps towards his room.

And when he saw his condition, his heart was like it was sticking out. He was immediately pale and his steps were limp until he had to be detained by the staff so as not to fall.

A written sentence filled the entire wall of his room. The color red is written with blood.

"I'm sorry, sir,"

As writing.