Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 46. The Found You Without Looking

The Found You Without Looking

(Finding You Without Searching)

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Jakarta

Tama

He was listening to the explanation presented by Sakti, the budget control kasubbag. While checking the file of the realization report. When the official phone stored on the table sounds loud.

Devano Calling

"Yes!"

He raised the call on the third ring. After Sakti finished his report explanation.

In that instant he immediately clicked annoyed. Hear Devano's words over the phone.

"Till here first," he said towards Sakti who was still standing waiting.

"The tomorrow morning LAKIP should be on my desk" he continued, with the phone still stuck to his left ear. While his right hand moved quickly signed the last sheet of reports.

"Ready, sir," Sakti nodded in understanding.

Behind Sakti overtakes Gilang, Kasubbag Sarpras. Submit an inventory report of the firearms and ammunition requested.

"I learned first," he murmured at a glance, while reading the first sheet report.

Gilang. Turn around and leave the room.

As soon as the door closed, he again concentrated on Devano's call.

"Where?"

Again, he heard Devano's reply. That kid is really unreliable! His grunts while putting back the inventory report and preparing to leave.

"I'm going there now!" quickly muttered.

Devano, tired of living apparently!

***

Devano

He thought everything would go well. After two days earlier, armed with a platinum Visa card owned by Pak Tama. He had to turn around the Mall. Looking for items desired by Mr. Tama. But in the end, it's not thanks.

"This what?" Mr. Tama began to unpack one by one the items he bought with a frown. After waiting a long time in the room. Waiting for the arrival of Mr. Tama from outside activities.

"That's the latest model," he answered quickly. "Most up to ...."

Mr. Tama looked at him sharply, "Not going to wear it with Pocut."

"Date ...." He muttered with an unpleasant feeling. Because something bad starts to appear in the eye.

"You have given me instructions ... still wrong!"

He must swallow the salivary in the shortest time. It has become a mandatory song and a patent flow. If all the things related to Bu Pocut, will make the leader this urgency. All wrong. If there is a right choice, he will certainly try to get it in any way.

"Love to your mother!" In just one sweep, Mr. Tama scooped up all the paperbags that read famous brands from the table. Then give it to him.

"My mother doesn't live in Jakarta, sir."

Mr. Tama is shrinking, "Love to your sister, brother, girlfriend, whatever!"

He held the paperbag in doubt. His mind began to wander to the one most crucial thing about the life of life.

"Izin asked. This ... don't have a pay cut, do you, sir?"

Mr. Tama just snorted. Ignoring his bad prejudices. Not even answering his worries. Because it has been fully concentrated in front of a personal MacBook with a double forehead.

And the argument is not having enough time. Mr. Tama finally decided to buy the desired item through a brand branded online shop application.

But apparently, Mr. Tama was never deterred to ask for an opinion. "Where to go, Van?"

He immediately noticed the appearance of the entire model, which was displayed on the MacBook screen carefully. Then guess, if the clothes are worn by Bu Pocut. About, which one can make Mr. Tama lose his mind, when he sees Bu Pocut wearing it?

He smiled to himself. Imagine the serious face of Mr. Tama lost his mind. Because of the appearance of a woman. Looks like it's going to be a really fun moment. Must be fully supported.

Think fast, Devano!

"Number three." he answered sure. Number three is the best choice. Where the slim body and beautiful face of Bu Pocut, will look more perfect in an elegant pastel dress.

However, the Pak Tama reaction has default templates (inbuilt patterns) from its origin.

"Taste you suck!" Gerrutu Pak Tama, who prefers fashion number one. Then put it in the purchase basket.

How good according to the father, his mind also grumbled.

Women's dress business is done. Mr. Tama switched on the choice of children's clothes. And this put an interesting idea in his head.

"Why not just pick a couple, sir? The family."

Mr. Tama frowned, with his eyes fixed focused to the front of the MacBook screen.

"Many Muslim fashion boutiques are issuing collections of Lebaran series for seke ...."

Mr. Tama flicked a finger with a carefree face, "Tumben you're smart."

He smiled widely. Devano is. I don't know how many dozen number of couple items stored in his closet. Starting from shirts, sweaters, shoes, even watches.

He's holding back the laughter. 100% sure, if Mr. Tama has never experienced a couple episode.

"Make sure all the items I ordered, are already in this room tomorrow afternoon," said Mr. Tama after completing the entire purchase procedure.

"When there are things that have not yet come. You're proactive. Tracking to her courier ... contact her shop .. do what you have to do."

"Good." He nodded in understanding.

"I also send to Surabaya," continued Mr. Tama. "To my ex-wife's home address. I'm asking for a report that the item has been received."

"Ready, sir."

"One more ...." Mr. Tama pushed the MacBook towards him. "I just chose a child."

"For the former .. You choose."

He received a MacBook while gawking.

"The profiles are similar ...." Mr. Tama thought for a moment. Then mention the name of one of the artists A list. "Make sure you're not mistaken for size."

He swallowed the saliva imagining the face of the artist. His mind was guessing. Approximately, which great man makes the ex-wife of Mr. Tama can turn and double.

"We're proving your ability here." Mr. Tama grinned. "If your ex wants to wear the clothes of choice from you, it means ...."

Mr. Tama gave a thumbs up, "You're steady!"

"Sir Devano?"

His daydreams fell apart instantly as Pocut bu repeatedly called out his name. The shadow of how he chose clothes for Mr. Tama's ex-wife instantly evaporated.

"Then I can't accept those things."

"Pak Tama is well-intentioned to Mom." He tries to negotiate subtly.

Bu Pocut is seen exhaling a long breath while frowning. "I know. That's not the reason."

"So there's no den problem ...."

"I don't want to be indebted" Pocut quickly said.

"Now let me out. Let me go home alone. No need to deliver."

***

Tama

He clicked irritatedly as soon as he found Devano standing in the parking lot with no sign of Pocut around.

"Where?"

Devano suddenly stuttered, "Just left, sir."

"Why can't you hold it?" It's getting stuck. "Will I say I'm here?"

"Yes, Sir. I already told you. But Mrs Pocut forced her to go home alone. I ti ....

"Where to go?" Quickly ask.

Devano called it one way. "Maybe waiting for a Taxi or Kopaja ...."

He noticed the flow of traffic in front of the increasingly crowded office. Then reach into all pockets and pockets of clothes. Searching for car keys.

"Ouch!" He immediately grumbled as soon as he realized he did not bring the car keys. It looks like it's still on the table.

"Borrow car. Which key is the key?" His love for Devano. The time to take the keys to the room is quite time consuming. Pocut's existence can be no longer overtaken. He must move quickly.

Devano handed over the keys to the car but said, "It's best not to use this car, sir."

He paid no heed. He grabbed the key from Devano's hand and got into the car.

"Bu Pocut went to ar ...."

He immediately started the engine.

"Sir!" Devano is still trying to prevent. But he's been chasing the wheel out of the office yard.

He watched the sidewalk filled with people. Hoping to find a Pocut among them. But the result is nil. Pocuts are invisible anywhere.

A number of vehicles began to race honking. Protesting the slow-moving car. Make him immediately open the window glass wide. Sign up if they can get ahead.

"Where ... where ...." He muttered while watching one by one the people walking on the sidewalk.

And he immediately patted the wheel as soon as he found Pocut was walking hastily up the pedestrian bridge.

"Finally (finally)!" He immediately pulled the car over. Then rushed out trying to chase Pocut's steps.

***

Pocktail

Someone was heard shouting his name. But he's flinching. There can't be anyone who knows him in this public place. Besides being quite far from home, it also includes foreign areas. It is not a place that is often passed by.

He only stopped when someone with a sharp breath managed to line up the steps right next to him.

"Wait!"

He sighed in disbelief knowing that the person was Tama.

"Why come here?" Asked spontaneously. Upon realizing the astonished gazes of most of the people who passed over the pedestrian bridge. Watching them with curiosity.

Some even intentionally stop. Stand up in a crowd just to whisper to each other. The men looked at him pity. A number of women sprayed him with suspicious looks. But at the same time, they turned to look at Tama with admiration.

The uncomfortable feeling began to spread. His face was red from embarrassment. Everyone must have thought he was a criminal being hunted by the police.

"I'll drive you home." Tama extended her right hand.

He shook. "thank you. I can go home by myself."

"Who the hell?"

As the people around them grew.

"Penopet times."

"What fraud?"

"Basic is shameless."

"Until it's TO the police."

"I don't think so ...."

"Pity ...."

He swallowed with difficulty. His neck suddenly suffocated. Unable to react. But Tama's budding. Keep waiting while you keep extending your hand. Not at all bothered by the prickly looks of people around them.

The heart orders to turn over and immediately runs away. But common sense refuses outright. Holding back his steps to get glued in place.

Because if he does that, then everyone will believe more if he is guilty. He then shouted or even pursued his steps as he was considered to be fleeing from the police.

What's he supposed to do?

"I'll drive you home." Tama again uttered the same sentence. While the crowd of people who stopped to look at them grew. Kasak kusuk voice discordant increasingly uncontrollable.

"It's not like a criminal."

"But until chased by pakpol."

"If not misty, klepto, take away the arisan money ...."

"Fixed is a fraud."

"Such a pity .. beautiful but nipu."

"He's not a fraud" Tama said in a voice so calm. Circulating the view around.

"But the thief ...." Imbuh Tama managed to surprise everyone. Including himself.

He even immediately gasped in shock and did not expect Tama to say so.

"Stolen my heart ...." Tama fast with a smile diku lum.

"God ...." Stifled screeches instantly sounded. Some people smiled widely and then chuckled. Some shook their heads inexhaustibly.

"Times TV shows."

"Fixed reality show's."

The sound of kusak is back.

"The setting is certain."

"Which camera is next door .. Which camera is next?"

"Cosplay police uniforms real cake huh?"

"But pakpolnya very handsome .. I also want to follow this setting ...."

"Where is it on TV?"

Tama still smiled looking at him who stood still unable to wart. Curiosity, exasperation, annoyance, shame, but also wonder. Mixing into one.

"Dissolve! Disperse!" Excite people. Maybe I was disappointed because I had misjudged. Some while laughing. The giggling voices of the women were even clearly heard.

"It's forbidden to record, sisters." While continuing to look at her, Tama reminded a group of teenage girls who were focusing mobile phone cameras on the two of them.

How did Tama know someone was filming? He sighed in disbelief. Does Tama also have a pair of eyes in the back of the head?

"Huuu ...." The girls immediately called for protest.

"Can't record without permission!" Reset Tama firmly. Back to look around. "It can be the ITE Law."

"Yeah, relax, Papa, Om?"

"Mighty spy."

"Uwu Scene, Om. Must be immortalized ...."

With a dead red face holding back the embarrassment, he hurriedly walked ahead of Tama. "We're going home now."

Tama smiled triumphantly. Before it completely passed, the corner of his eyes caught the reaction of Tama waving at the girls.

"Noehhh ...."

"Om, face here, Om!"

"Cheers first, Om ...."

He walked quickly through the crowd of teenage girls with his head bowed. But Tama called his name.

"Pout!"

His long steps immediately stopped.

"My car is over here. You're going the wrong way."

He immediately turned around. With his head still down walked quickly past Tama. Under the amused gaze and smile restrained everyone.

"Same success Aunty yes, Om," every teen girl while giggling.

Their low laughter was still heard until he walked down the steps of the pedestrian bridge.

Hot air suddenly spread throughout his face. Now surely both of his cheeks were red so shamefully. But Tama is not at all bothered by people's reactions or feeling ashamed. Tama had even walked leisurely, right next to him.

As soon as the two of them stepped on the last row of stairs. His ears caught the restrained murmur coming from Tama. Makes him reflexively lift his eyes. And found a crowd of people right under the pedestrian bridge.

"What's wrong?" He asked when he saw several officers from the police (traffic police) and Dishub stopping the pace of a number of vehicles.

Tama did not answer. He walked straight to the black car that was being examined by two officers.

"Good afternoon, sir. We're from Satlantas Polres Me ...." The police officer who greeted was stunned as he looked at Tama's face from close range. Be quick to salute.

Tama just nodded. Without saying a word, immediately reach into the pocket and then take out the wallet.

"Sorry, Mr. .. we ...."

"Just do your job" said Tama quickly while handing over the SIM to the officer.

"Ready, sir." The groggy-looking officer regained his respect before taking the SIM out of Tama's hands.

"Izin explained. You have broken the no stop sign" the officer said nervously. While pointing at the traffic sign that reads the letter S crossed red right next to the parked Tama car.

"Stop it is forbidden. Especially for parking. Not allowed and will be fined."

"Added breaking the even odd rule." The officer pointed at the license plate of Tama's car with an uncomfortable face.

"Izin to give you a ticket."

Tama nodded.

"Can I borrow the STNK?"

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Remarks :

LAKIP. : Government agency performance accountability report

Sarpras.: Means and infrastructure