Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapters 20. The Man Who Can't be Moved

The Man Who Can't be Moved

(The man who won't leave)

taken from the title track of The Script, a Dublin-Irish rock band

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Jakarta

Tama

"Yen I look glitteringly at you

(If I see glitter in your eyes)

Waru ning atimu

(There is a picture of waru (heart) in your heart)

Change when abot iku ora mok gugu

(Until when this burden you don't care)

Mung dadi konco mesra mergo kependem love

(Just be a friendly friend for harboring feelings)

- Nella Kharisma, Friendly Conco

The sound of music and the song that comes from Duo Beehun is increasingly clear. Meet the whole air in the pantry room.

But he was still in place. Pay attention to Pocut who is now cleaning hot water spills on the back of the hand using a sheet of tissue.

"Sir?" Devano called his name again.

But he raised his left hand. Ask Devano to be quiet.

He still watches Pocut. The current one re-fills the cup with hot water from the dispenser.

His feet were almost a step forward. Because the movement of Pocut's hand that presses a button that says "HOT" looks nervous and trembling. There is a fear of the same incident reoccurring, Pocut doused in hot water.

"Pak Dandim is waiting in conv ...."

He raised his left hand again. While looking at Devano with annoyance.

"At convention hall. You have to go there now you ...."

But apparently Devano did not understand. Making him blatantly give a gaze full of warning.

"Father is saved ...." Devano did not continue the sentence. Demi looked at the annoyed expression that filled her face water. Plus the glint of anger that controlled the look in his eyes.

"Sorry ...." Devano nodded his head respectfully. Just understand if you have to keep your mouth shut and not mess up the situation.

The time was right with Pocut who held out a coffee cup to her.

"So Mr. Raka asked to make coffee for ...." Pocut looks increasingly nervous. Like confusion about what to say his name.

Sir? Mas's? You guys?

Hell yeah!

But before Pocut said. Out of control his hand had stretched out by itself. Take over the cup filled with hot coffee from Pocut's hand.

"Thank you" he murmured stiffly.

Pocut.

With no excuse let alone mince words, Pocut moved from before him. Walk quickly across the pantry room with your head down. Passing Devano who was still dumbstruck at the door with a confused face.

"Really, I can't express myself

The feeling I'm holding on to is not calm"

- Nella Kharisma, Friendly Conco

The sexy wet hoarse voice of Duo Bee Honey who stopped by the ear, and merta managed to restore self-awareness.

With his forehead still folded, he immediately walked towards the exit. Handed the coffee cup that still evaporates the heat into Devano's hands.

"Jaga's fine!" he muttered then. "I drank after meeting Dandim."

Then step past Devano who looks more confused.

"Don't let anyone touch that cup!" he said while turning his body. Give a warning look.

Devano's mouth was half open. Might want to ask. But the tip still nodded respectfully. Assuming his random order.

"Ready, sir."

"This is the duty of the state! Don't disappoint me!" he murmured again while holding a smile.

Continue your steps towards the convention hall. Leaving Devano behind. Surely he was confused after hearing the absurd sentence.

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Pocktail

He swung his footsteps as quickly as possible leaving the pantry. Exhaling a sigh of relief repeatedly. Hoping to be a little dispel the nervousness, which since a few minutes ago managed to make his heart beat faster as if he was chasing.

Why is his heart beating faster?

He shook his head. Completely inexhaustible with strange reactions that control the self. At once embarrassed. Though shame was either aimed at whom.

But certainly, accidentally meeting and then meeting with the person who most do not want to be met, has managed to make his mood turn into erratic.

He was clearly avoiding Agam's sister-in-law that one. Even if possible, the two of them should never see each other again. Because the shadow of the embarrassing moment that ever happened in his house, never lost from memory.

When how the fabric of her skirt was exposed to the top. The warm blanket spread along his feet. Everything can still be felt to this day. Plus the guy managed to see his whole self without the hijab.

Thinking of such an irritating thing made him shake his head again with a hysterical heart mixed in embarrassment. For the only adult man who has ever seen his hair is a Bang Is. Except Agam of course. When I was a child and not yet a teenager. But Agam obviously doesn't count for this.

"Udah .. make the coffee?" ask Ms. Amalia, the finance manager. As soon as he saw it go into the administration and finance space.

He nodded, "Here you go, Mom."

The task of Pak Raka to make coffee is actually Mas Winarto, office boy office. But Mas Win was being told Bu Amalia to go pick up the documents at the King Raos branch of Kemang.

"Cut, you make coffee" said Ms. Amalia a few minutes ago, when she just returned from Mr. Raka's room.

"Later take you to the room of Mr. Raka," continued Ms. Amalia without looking at him.

He had never refused any job he was given. Although it has nothing to do with the main duties as a secretary of directors. Like making tea every morning for Ms. Amalia and other financial staff for example.

But make coffee for the man, then delivered to the room Mr. Raka. It may have to be menola ....

"Makeouthed!" mom Amalia's cry managed to surprise him. "Udah awaited with Mr. Raka."

He swallowed nervously. The courage to refuse Ms. Amalia's orders instantly evaporated.

And the next incident is no less embarrassing than before. The greeting of the bass voice in an instant managed to disperse his concentration. Disrupting the balance of his hands and mind. Until accidentally splashed hot water that comes from the dispenser.

Now he is blowing on the back of the hand whose skin is slowly turning red starting to blister. With a heat that is biting.

But this is no big deal. Doused in hot water or exposed to hot oil splashes and other similar things, it has become common for him who for a lifetime struggling in the kitchen. Not to be treated, later also healed itself.

But the presence of that person here? In Jakarta?

"That's Mr. Tama who has Persada's taste. The boss of all bosses hehehehe ..." Luky replied as he asked why the man could be here.

"The gossip just moved to Jakarta," continued Luky.

"Moved?" he cringed.

Luky nodded steadily, "Why, Mom? Mr Tama is handsome? Hehehehe ...."

"Almost all the girls who work here are the same Mr. Tama," whispered Luky again. "Compared to the emotional Mr. Raka or Mr. Sada whose life is perfect ...."

"What's all the news?"

A greeting managed to get all eyes fixed towards the entrance.

"That man is coming" murmured Luky. "Long life Mr. Tama ...."

He gulped and immediately pretended to be busy behind the desk. While almost everyone in the room, now boisterously answered Tama's greeting enthusiastically.

"Good, Mr ...."

"Sir Tama what's the news? Is it getting any better, sir?"

"Where's the new office, sir?"

"You can come by here often, sir."

"Pak Tama .. we can take a photo with Duo Bee Honey?" luky's unshady request managed to provoke the laughter of all who were there.

Except himself. Because you feel confused to do what to look busy and not care.

"Who wants the same photo the artist can ask to Devano," replied Tama calmly as he grabbed the seat stored not far from the entrance.

I don't know. But this is really a pretty annoying coincidence. Because the table is the closest to the entrance.

Without the slightest awkwardness, Tama had now kept a chair right in front of her. Then put a cup of coffee on the table. Make him bow his head deeply.

"Which one is Mr Devano, sir?" nadia asked excitedly. "If still single can dong Pak .. know us we ...."

Tama laughed, "Search for the most handsome."

"Well, asyiiii!" Nadia cheered with excitement. "Where is the same father?"

Tama is getting chuckling. But instead of answering the slorohan Nadia. Tama looked at him while muttering, "Where are his hands?"

He gulped before answering briefly, "Good."

"Udah treated?"

He nodded. Forced lying.

"Lho ... Mr Tama knows Bu Cut?" asked Ms. Amalia with a full search. "Can't you?"

"We are brothers" Tama replied lightly, without feeling careless or hesitant.

"Oh ..." shocked murmurs of people instantly echoed filled the room.

"Brother-in-law ..." continued Tama with incredible calm.

"Oh .. it turns out ..." People were shocked again. Some even started whispering to each other.

During this time the people around often whisper to each other, suspecting its existence that does not have the skills in working but can occupy the chair of the secretary of directors.

"Lho ... new to know?" tama's voice sounded astonished.

"Bu Cut mah is quiet, sir," said Nadia. "Rarely join us-us ...."

"Get into dong" Tama chimed in. But while looking at him.

"You ...."

Tululut! Tululut! Tululululut!

Tama's speech was cut off by the sound of the incoming phone.

"Alright, sir," he replied confirming Mr. Raka's request.

Accompanied by Tama's sharp gaze, he painstakingly tried to retrieve the documents requested by Mr. Raka. Then it immediately passed leaving the room.

Once outside, he could still hear Tama's voice joking with the people in the financial administration room. Sounds getting louder and louder. But he rushed to the boardroom. While trying hard to normalize the increasingly irregular heartbeat.

"I'm asking for meeting materials in Kemang tomorrow. Please take the draft in the HRD space ...."

He was listening carefully to Mr. Raka's orders. When the door of the boardroom opened followed by a voice that made him almost jump.

"Day first, Om!"

"Success, Tam!"

"Ready!"

When he returned to the financial administration room, people were seen gathering at Rantika's desk. But as soon as he saw it coming in, all of them immediately threw away their faces.

"Gue was suspicious a long time ago. Kok can without sending a proposal, without tests, the test-tujug can directly work."

"Nepotism still has gaes ...."

"Day gini still wear dalem .. kaciaaan deh lo!"

"Originally have a skill, it's okay. What's worse is if unskilled (uneducated) plus untrained (untrained) but shameless."

"Front of the wall!"

"What dream can we have the same office buibu gaptek."

"That's a damn thing!"

His ears heard well all the chatter that was going on at Rantika's desk. And it managed to make his nervousness again increase. He even dropped a number of files that were being sorted on the table.

But after taking the file that fell, the nervousness actually increasingly struck. When accidentally his eyes pounded on the object on the table.

Making him unconsciously exhale a long breath. For the sake of seeing the cup that had been placed by Tama was now empty. Only coffee grounds left behind.

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Tama

Dandim only visited for a moment. Make it able to immediately visit the financial administration room. The place where he had seen the figure of Pocut was.

Unfortunately, there was no chance to ask much. Pocut even left him first.

His frustration grew, when he opened the door of the boardroom and saw Pocut standing beside Om Raka's desk. But there is no other choice. Because he has to go back to the office immediately.

Wait, what (wait, what)?

Why should I feel upset?

Looks like something's wrong with him.

"News, Obos!" exclaim Hadi, one of the old officers. As he walked out to the parking lot.

"Well! What's up, Di?" he paused for a moment to chat with Hadi. "Fluctuating work?"

Hadi gave a thumbs up, "Alhamdulillah, Boss! It's like a flowing river."

He laughed at Hadi's exaggerated expression.

"I have an additional task now," Hadi showed off with a flared smile.

"Dine. What the?"

"Antar picked up the prospective bin Pak Raka," replied Hadi more sumringah.

"Who?" he cringed.

"Bini candidate Mr. Raka. That cute new employee. Every day I take the pick up ...."

The annoyance that initially began to fade, now reappeared and increased many times.

But he did not have much free time to let the annoyance drag on. Because in the evening, he held a thanksgiving and warm-hearted event to enter the new official house.

“Thank you we say to God, because I have occupied the home of the Resort Police Department" he said when giving a speech.

"I have been given the mandate to carry out the task ahead. Hope we can all work together well."

The event, which was attended by officers and members as well as Bhayangkari, Dandim, Danramil, a number of Kodim and Koramil members, community leaders, local residents and some media crews, was opened with a review. The lecture was delivered by the Chairman of MUI city.

After the lecture, the friendly event took place warmly. All guests are combined into one. Entertained by an impromptu band whose personnel consist of members.

"Love you

Could kill me

Make a broken heart

Keep on being dicuekin

Loved you

It's the same as hanging my neck

Make a heartache

Keep it straight away"

(Slank, Balikin)

The kick of the song Balikin from Slank became the background of the late night. Many important guests have already returned home. There are only a few members and media members left. They are still enjoying the night while watching an impromptu band performance that turns out to be quite promising.

"Balikin oh balikin

My heart is like that again

Elo has to be responsible

If I'm later, I'll die"

(Slank, Balikin)

"Much tangles, man," sizzled Armand. The only friend who can be present at the friendly event tonight.

Prasbuana settled in Aussie, Riyadh in Bandung, Rajas was not because he was busy, while Wisak this afternoon was still in Padang. Checking the gold mine of Dikara Corp.

He didn't answer. Prefer to take a deep cigarette. Then blow it slowly.

Armand came with Salasika. A list actress whose latest film is predicted will be able to win the Citra Cup this year.

And Salasika came to take her friend. A top model. The face he often encountered in advertisements prestigious products.

"He's empty."

"Huh?" he did not understand the meaning of Armand's words.

"Lavanya is available ...."

It's just hissing.

"Move on," without being asked, Armand began to enter the problem-solving suit. An undeniable characteristic. "Wake up (wake up)."

"I'm working on it (i'm doing it)," he replied lazily.

"Then ... how bout she (then what about her)?"

"Who (who)?" he cringed.

"Lavanya. Who else," Armand was visibly annoyed by the slowness of his thought process.

He laughed wryly, "Sorry, not my type (sorry, not my type)."

But Armand laughed back while shaking his head, "Lavanya is clearly your type. Gua knows you, Tam!"

He flinched. Prefer to be engrossed in enjoying cigarettes rather than having to argue Armand. While looking up at the stage. Where impromptu bands still continue to perform songs that are easy listening.

"You're the most beautiful, always the most beautiful

What can I do to have you?

You're the most beautiful, always the most beautiful

How do I reveal it?

You're the owner of my heart"

(Armada, Owner of Hearts)

"Gua admitted she was beautiful," Armand muttered breaking the silence between the two of them. "But she's just a woman out of nowhere (whether from where)."

"Family background, association, life style (lifestyle) ...." Armand shook his head. "Too far the distance stretched."

"The cave includes people who never believed the story of Cinderella ala fairytale," continued Armand. "Life is too complicated."

"Eleven elu who will become generals .. must choose a pair that is the same level."

"Can't just fall in love with someone (falling in love with someone) you keep playing assault," Armand again shook his head.

"While your career and future are at stake."

"Who are we talking to?" ask him in passing. With a view that cannot focus on a single point.

"Your off limit woman (your forbidden woman)."

"Oh, shit (fucking)!" meaning while laughing. Once realized that Armand was talking about Pocut.

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