Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapters 18. Deungon Gata Lom Meurumpok

Deungon Gata Lom Meurumpok

(Let you see again - Aceh-language)

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Jakarta

Pocktail

"I know .. You're not going to make everything easy."

He had to take pains to swallow when he heard Mr. Raka's complaint.

"Very challenging ..." this time Mr. Raka's murmur almost escaped his hearing.

"I hope ..." he again gulped. "This has no effect on ant cooperation ...."

"No," Raka laughed. "The clause on cooperation with Bu Cut Rosyida has been made. It has nothing to do with this."

He nodded while breathing a sigh of relief.

Mamak's income from cooperation with Persada's taste is clearly more than enough. Comparison is almost 1:3. It can be likened if the number 1 is the profit generated in their keude in a day. While Persada's Taste can give them the number 3, even without having to do anything. Purely derived from the typical Mamak concoction recipe.

"I am not a person who likes to beg," said Mr. Raka later. "But this is obviously an exception ...."

"So .. with all humility .. I ask you specifically... to be willing to be my secretary ...."

"For a period of approximately one month."

"Until next month's open recruitment."

"Jointly with the plan of opening new outlets in some malls."

"Because if now I recruit new people. Not the same as the HRD program.

"So .. Let's all."

"Where?" Mr. Raka glanced at him. Making his head spontaneously bow immediately.

"Later next month .. once I get a new sekpri, you can immediately resign."

"I again plead ...." Mr. Raka laughed a little.

"Skill can be learned and honed," added Mr. Raka quickly. When he was about to voice a rebuttal.

"The task is not heavy," continued Mr. Raka again. "You simply set my schedule each day, receive and record phone calls addressed to me, type letters, receive guests ...."

He swallowed quickly.

"Otherwise yes?" Raka asked back. "Udah .. so is the task. Easy right?"

During this time, Mr. Raka has helped himself a lot Mamak. Patiently guiding them, who do not know about how to cooperate with other parties professionally. Become understanding and understanding.

Facilitate those who have never experienced, in marketing the taste to a wider audience. Now you know and can.

"Different room ..." continued Mr. Raka because he never answered.

"The door is wide open. Especially?" Pak Raka looked at him while frowning.

"Oh yeah ...." Mr. Raka suddenly seemed to remember something. "I will not take you home .. if it makes you so hard to accept my offer."

"Let me tell Hadi to pick you up ...."

He began to have difficulty swallowing. His neck even felt suffocated.

"Let the office people not gosipin you. That right?"

This time his neck really felt suffocated.

In the past, Bang Is always teasing him. If he is the kind of person who does not have a stand, can not refuse the request of others, as well as doubters.

Truly an unpleasant combination of weak nature. Even the ends, more often to trouble yourself.

And at this time, he increasingly proved the truth of the speech of Bang Is first. Because he can no longer refuse Mr. Raka's request.

He clearly did not have the ability to be a secretary. She was just an inexperienced housewife, knew nothing, and had no special skills.

He tried to refuse. But it turns out that Mr. Raka was begging. And it was at this point that he felt unable to continue saying "no".

"Please pray for me, Mother .." he said tonight with a heavy heart.

"Why again?" My mom looked at him with great care. "Is there a problem at work?"

He tried to smile and shake.

"Pray me .. For a month, it works well" he murmured, exhaling a long breath.

"And hopefully next month ... when I get back to keude, there's no more such thing as yesterday ...."

"No one came home looking for me anymore" he said with a sad day.

But Mamak still looked at him in full search, "His work became a month? Not three months?"

"Is this a different job?"

And he could only return Mamak's gaze with a nervous expression.

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With full of doubt and doubt because he could not refuse, he finally accepted the request from Mr. Raka.

Only a month ... only a month, his mind repeatedly. Trying to calm yourself.

"Mom!" exclaim Luky with a face of sumringah. This morning he arrived at the office the earliest. "Finally mom works here."

He just smiled shyly.

"I'm very cool, Mom," Luky said solemnly. "Finally Mr. Raka found his handler."

His ears suddenly looked out. And his eyes turned wary, "What does that mean?"

Luky mengu lum smile first before saying, "Mother does not know yes .. how seremnya Pak Raka if in the office."

He frowned inexplicably, "How come?"

"Mother also definitely do not know yes .. if the last Pak Raka secretary, ask to resign in the first week of work."

Both of his eyes were perfectly rounded.

"There is no tolerance for the slightest mistake" Luky continued with a serious face. "Once we make a mistake ...."

He waited for Luky's follow-up sentence with an anxious face.

"We're done, ma'am," Luky shook his head in horror.

"But the kayak .. if to another mother anyway ..." seloroh Luky fast.

"How different?" his forehead is back.

"Yaaa .. different aja .. how to talk Mr. Raka to the mother tuh .. kayak there are sparks like that ...." Luky shrugged his shoulders while throwing a smile.

And he proved it, on the first day officially working as a private secretary.

"Pout! To my room!" exclaim Mr. Raka through extension phone connection.

In a hurry he immediately went to the room of Mr. Raka. Where Mr. Raka is seen scolding two employees at once.

"Pout! Please type this letter," Mr. Raka handed me a piece of paper full of scribbles.

"Triple print. Send the soft file to my email and Bu Iren," added Pak Raka quickly. "Know my email address, right?"

He nodded.

On his desk, there is a special book that lists the names of captain-level employees and above. His cell phone number and email address. And that is at the top of the list is the name of Mr. Raka and Bu Iren.

When he completed the task of typing the letter in question. Then hand it over to Mr. Raka. The two employees who were there were still in Pak Raka's room. While the owner of the room, looks have not resolved the anger.

"This is a valuable lesson!"

At the moment Mr. Raka looks much different than usual. An emotionally explosive aura was clearly reflected on Mr. Raka's face.

"How to handle customer complaints!"

"Their existence is the source of our livelihood!"

"It's as simple as this that should be well understood by both of you, as an outlet manager and corporate secretary!"

As soon as he returned to the financial administration room, almost all the employees were gathered at one of the desks. Was whispering to each other about the problem, which made Mr. Raka go on a rampage this afternoon.

"Mom Cut!" luky shouted while waving his hands at him.

Luky is an HRD staffer. The room is next door. But Luky seems to have a special ability to divide. Because the young man paraded the joke, almost always seen at every point office crowd.

"Have here! Don't be alone!"

He smiled nodding. But still not getting out of the seat.

Gossiping others is definitely not his hobby. Moreover, almost all employees who are in the financial administration room, are indifferent to him. As if he wasn't there. Some even blatantly put a sour face on him.

So, it's safer for him to keep quiet not to join. Although it can be interpreted as legitimacy, if he is indeed ostracized by the environment.

Just a month ...just a month, he whispered inwardly to comfort himself.

"Lho, how is it alone, Cut?" the reprimand from someone managed to surprise him.

It's a break at the moment. Most of the staff gathered for lunch together. Except for him of course.

"Well .. you are not fair" exclaimed Mr. Raka, the man who had just rebuked him. To the people, who were sitting together eating lunch.

"The new guy is being diced, instead" Raka shook her head. "Not embraced."

"No, sir," argued Nadia, the accounting staff representing her friends. "We're not nyuekin Bu Cut kok ...."

"Udah invited earlier," added Nadia again. "But the Bu Cut won't ...."

"Tell?" Mr. Raka frowned. Seemed in disbelief hearing Nadia's words.

"Rubber, sir," he immediately interrupted. "So it was invited. But I want to finish this first."

Mr. Raka turned to look at him, "What other hours of rest? Mending me to lunch."

Just a month ...just a month, he again whispered to himself. Trying to strengthen the heart because of the unpleasant atmosphere.

Starting from Mr. Raka, who blatantly paid more attention. Until fellow roommate, who increasingly put a sour face on him. Including the grapevine gossip about him, which began circulating in the office.

"Bu ..." said Luky this afternoon. When most of the people in the room, are downstairs for meatballs.

"I'm not impudent, ma'am ..." as long as Luky is shy. "Just curious. Hehehe ...."

"Why?" ask her while laughing.

Facing Luky always provoked him to laugh. Though Luky's age is far above Agam. But Luky's style and personality are still like schoolboys.

"Mother's future wife, Mr Raka, huh?"

"Astaghfirullahal'adhim!"

"Mom! Don't surprise me dong! Time to call it straight? Am I really lost?" gerutu Luky's. Because he said Istighfar with a high enough tone.

He went back to taking a breath, then took a deep breath.

"No, Luky. I am no one's future wife. Moreover, Mr. Raka," he replied with a half-pouched heart.

"My husband is only one, but he is dead" he added in a trembling voice. "And I have no plans to marry again."

Luky just gawked at his explanation, "While it fits, Mom. Same Mr. Raka."

"Explosive Pak Raka .. same gentle mother, adem tiled cake mosque ...."

"Luke!" at times like this, he always felt, if Luky was the Icad who was talking carelessly.

He certainly does not want the rumors circulating in the office getting worse. Besides not conforming to reality. It can also hinder work. Because of its slow movement in doing tasks, it becomes slower because of the fear of being wrong.

"Cuts! Please find PKS (cooperation agreement) with ..." said Mr. Raka through extension telephone. He mentioned a number of partner company names.

"Antar to my room ... now!"

"Good, sir."

Since morning, he had been preoccupied by the heaping task. He did not even have time to eat lunch brought from home. Because so many documents that must be typed and then sent.

And the call of Mr. Raka this time, became his first opportunity, to take a moment from the front of the computer screen.

While carrying a stack of files requested by Mr. Raka, he walked out of the room. Pass through the door of the HRD room, then the meeting room. Then down the dividing passage right in front of the convention hall.

Large capacity special rooms, which are often rented by a number of agencies. To organize certain events, work meetings and other similar things.

But something was different this time. In front of the convention hall door, several men in brown uniforms were chatting while laughing.

While from the direction of the convention hall door that is wide open. There was dangdut music that was hitting.

"Let's sway where, sir ...."

"Come ...."

The wet raspy voice typical of dangdut biduan was clearly heard stopping by his ears.

Make him try to speed up the pace immediately. Passing through a group of men in brown uniforms, towards the director's room which was across the street.

He knocked on the glass door twice.

"Lake in!" mr. Raka's voice was heard inviting him.

With all his might, pushed the glass door that was quite heavy. Then step into the room.

But it turns out that Mr. Raka is not alone. There was Miss Iren sitting on the guest sofa. Laughing with someone, whose sitting position was on his back to the entrance. Until he could not see his face clearly.

"This is the file, sir," he said as he walked closer to Mr. Raka's desk.

In that instant, the person who was laughing with Bu Iren turned towards him.

And he felt, if he was currently having nightmares. A very shocking nightmare.

"Lho, what's here?"

He could barely breathe. I realized, if the man who was talking to Bu Iren was Agam's brother-in-law. Anjani's first brother.

Yes, of course he could still remember the name of the man. Just don't want to mention it.

"Kok .. can you?"

Tama even moved from sitting. And watching him closely as if he were seeing a ghost.

"Bisala," always Mr. Raka. "Here, Cut."

He nodded nervously. Then walk past Tama, who half agape for the sake of seeing his appearance.

"Eh, seriously this!" tama's voice was heard moving until it was right behind his back. "Can't we get here?"

"You ..." Tama is now standing next to him. Staring at him with a frown.

"Diaaa works ..." replied Mr. Raka quickly. "Why is that so surprising, Tam?"

"Surprisingly ..." Seloroh Bu Iren.

"Work?" Tama still looked at him with a confused face. "Here?"

"Since when?"

"Old old?"

"Baruuu ..." replied Mr. Raka again. "My husband he. Cool it ... Pocut could be a sekpri?"

"Sekpri? Private secretary?" tama's voice sounded unpleasant in her ears.

"Seriously (seriously)?" now Tama's eyes also look unpleasant.

All so unpleasant.

But the explosion of laughter Pak Raka and Bu Iren immediately surprised him. Give awareness, if he is not having a bad dream. But standing on the coals of fire, which will soon burn and burn it.

He still stood awkwardly. Followed by the gaze of Tama who still felt confused.

While Mr. Raka just ticking, as well as mengedeki ignorance Tama.

To dispel the uncomfortable feeling, he decided to extend a hand that suddenly shook. Trying to put the file, which was requested by Mr. Raka on the table.

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Remarks :

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