Secretly Loving You's

Ch 12 - My God of Help

"Arsha?"

"Yes sir?"

"You haven't answered my question."

"Eh, um, i-iya sir .... S-s-I'm going to go to the Father's room," I said with a feeling of defeat. I'm ready to be fired, but not in exchange for the loss.

One step, two steps. To reach the room of Mr. Armand alone requires excess power. My feet are too weak to move. More precisely my whole body became as if it was boneless.

Cold sweat started to appear. The skin becomes cooler. Hands wet and trembling. Empty head like floating. I stepped like to a gallows.

The door of the room was tightly closed. I swallowed it many times. Mentally prepare for what will happen. I closed my eyes tightly, as my hands lifted and knocked at the door.

Gts .... Gts .... Gts ....

"Lake in." There was a heavy sound from inside the room. I turned the door knob and pushed it slowly. Bend your head to look at the situation inside.

"Sit down." Mr. Armand sat on his throne. Looking at me with a flat look. Making a gesture with my hands, telling me to sit down.

"Yes sir ...." I forced my body to move and sat in the hot seat. It's like sitting on a mine, not knowing when it's going to explode.

"Have you made a journal?" ask him without aling-aling. His eyes began to busy reading the file in hand.

"Be-yet Sir ...."

"Why not? You just keep a journal. Debit from the customer's account, put it in the checking shelter."

The bomb will explode soon. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The trial will begin soon.

"Ma-the problem is r-account n-customer t-no s-soldonya sir ...." Done already. I looked down, not daring to look at him.

I could feel, the movement of the finger flipping through the paper stopped. My hair stands. I could feel a very piercing glare without me seeing it.

"No balance?"

"Yes sir ...."

"If there's no balance, why are you running?" Heavy breathing I could hear. Maybe he was holding back the already mounting anger.

"S-I'm the t-teledor sir .... S-I t-not m-check s-saldo n-customer b-carriage ...." A stammering sound, holding back the crying that was about to break. I really don't know what to do.

From the tail of the eye, I saw Mr. Armand kneeling his temple. His face looks very disappointed. I feel so useless.

"Have you called the customer?"

"B-yet Sir ...."

"Try your phone. You explain to the customer, that today there is a pull of the current account and must provide funds immediately."

"B-good Mr ...."

"I'm waiting for you."

"B-good Sir .... Then, if you'll excuse me sir ...."

"Hem."

A sigh of relief instantly slid, once the first stage problem had been successfully passed. At least I've reported an error. Mr. Armand's reaction was unexpected. I thought he was going to get angry. Fouled me with dirty words and fired me. Apparently, he remained calm. Although I saw a disappointed look on his face, it was fine. I deserve it.

Now, get into the second problem. I have to call the customer, to convey the issue of checking and availability of funds.

I opened the system to view customer data, then dialed the number listed there. On the third ring, the connection is lifted.

"Assalamu'alaikum, good afternoon. Can I talk to Keke's mom?"

"Ah sorry Mrs Keke, I am Arsha, from bank J. To inform you, today I have a giro pull of 245 million. Funds should be available now Ms ...."

"Lho!! There is no saldony! Why are you running?! You should just refuse, right!"

DEG

It wasn't as easy as I thought. I'm dealing with a complicated customer. This heart rate is getting faster. W-what if the customer still refuses to pay? B-doesn't I still change the availability of funds? Lord, help me ....

"Look Bu Keke, if the current account is rejected, I will get a warning letter 1. This letter will make it difficult for you to transact in another bank, because ...."

"I don't care!! I have no money!! Just reject!! Closing an account is okay!!"

It's getting harder. The customer named Keke remained adamant not to pay. For almost ten minutes we talked. I try to give understanding, but he always gives. Finally he closed the call unilaterally. I think I'm really done!

***

The sound of the phone ringing surprised me. Mr. Armand called. From then on, I sat with a troubled mind. Confused what to do. I dare not face Mr. Armand and convey the results of our conversation.

But the phone was ringing constantly. It's asking me to lift it.

"Yes sir?"

"How did it go? When do you want a transfer?"

"S-I'm going to the room Mr ...."

Ten minutes later, I had sat face to face with Mr. Armand. I've told you everything. There was no response from him, other than a sigh and a disappointed look.

"S-I'm s-ready to be fired sir .... T-but u-to m-replace it, s-I can't. I-I don't have s-money that much. My family j-also t-not p-punya ...." Cheap tears began to melt, wetting the cheeks until they fell into work pants. A new thought began to flash by, making me stunned. I looked at him with a desperate look.

"W-would I-would I go to jail if I can't pay?!" He didn't answer. Staring at me. From his eyes he seemed to think.

"Send the person's HP number and address" he said as he stood up and took the car keys. He tidied up his tie and rolled up shirt. Take an ID card and draping it around the neck.

"If Mr. Marga asks, just say I'm out. There's a personal affair. Go back to your desk. Do what is your duty." Finished saying so, he walked out of the room, leaving the one who was still sitting with tears in his eyes.

***

Mr. Armand did tell me to do my job, but I couldn't do it. My mind is floating. Anxiety, fear, fear, mixed into one.

He had been out for two hours and there was no news. As he ordered, I have sent the mobile number and address of the customer concerned.

Where did Mr Armand go? Did he meet that customer? What will he do? Why not take me along? Why so long? Did something happen?!!

I can only scrape my hands. My stomach's churning. Habits when anxiety and nervousness hit. Repeatedly vomiting, but can not relieve all.

***

The time shows at 19.38 WIB, when the figure comes. I rushed over and stood in front of him. Of course with cheap tears.

"P-pak ..," I said timidly.

"You filed this," he said while giving me BPKB and a home certificate. I received those things by gawking.

"The pottery promise will pay in this week. If within the stipulated time period you cannot pay, put these two guarantees on the auction list" he said as he opened the tie and walked away.

Suddenly my knees became weak. I fell down while hugging the two guarantees tightly. Crying sobbing and sobbing sedan. I really can't express my feelings. In addition to the incredible relief and deep gratitude.

Thank you, sir, for being my god of help. My help will never be forgotten. This debt will always be remembered, forever. Thank you, my god of help.

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