The Beloved Woman of the President

The Happening in Masalalu

In the Under Group, Erzan is seen nagging while removing the tie he wears. Next to her is Wildan, her brother's assistant and confidant who went missing somewhere. Just one month Erzan replaced his brother in this company, but half of his hair was almost bald. He really doesn't like this job. Sucks.

“Wildan, when will Brother Gavriel return? I feel like I'm being roasted alive in hell looking at this pile of fucking files. I can't stand it!” mooed Erzan as he stared helplessly at Wildan. “Please save my youth, Wil. I don't want to die in vain here. Please me.”

Wildan just smiled at Erzan's complaint. He who was already used to hearing it tried to pretend to be concerned with rearranging the files scattered on the table. Perhaps for a man who is accustomed to living by his own choices is a very torturous constraint when asked to replace the position of the person who has been the mastermind behind the success of Under Group. Wildan admitted that it is not easy to replace his superiors. But what power, the situation forced Wildan to continue to persuade Erzan to continue to survive until his superiors were found.

“Please wait a minute, Mr. Erzan. Nowadays, everyone can only depend on you. So please accept this fate until Mr. Gavriel can again lead the Under Group. Okay?” persuade Wildan to try to comfort his already wry-faced superior brother. Inwardly, Wildan was laughing at the man who was sulking before him. Very amusing.

“But until when, Wildan? Believe no. I dare guarantee my head will be filled directly with gray if in such a time Brother Gavriel is still not found. Huh!”

After saying so, Erzan's mind floated on one incident that caused the brother to suffer from heavy trauma to make him often lose his memory every time he saw the knot. When her brother was ten years old, she was a victim of a kidnapping by a psychopath. From the confession of the brother, he was with several other children in a room in an empty house far from the crowd. And every night the brother had to watch one by one of his friends died hanging using a rope made knot. Luckily when the brother was about to be killed, the police managed to find the place. But because of the incident, her brother suffered from a strange disease where his brother would immediately lose his memory every time he saw the exact same knot as the psychopath used to finish his victims. Although twenty-one years have passed, but in reality the incident is still very imprinted in the mind of the brother. Psychically disturbed. And that also makes the brother reluctant to expose his face in the media. Not even a single photo of her brother was displayed in the house. This is because the crazy psychopath will always ask his victims to express happy in front of the camera before being finished. It's awful, isn't it?

“Haihhhh, you fucking psychopath. Because of him now I have to bear the sap. It still troubles people. You jerk!” erzan's annoyance at the person who had been the cause of his brother's forgetting of memories.

“Be careful with your words, Mr. Erzan. If others were to hear it, that person would definitely use this opportunity to suppress Lord Gavriel. Do not forget that the walls in this office can be a good listener and speaker, especially for power-hungry people. Don't be careless!” said Wildan immediately reprimanded Erzan who suddenly brought up the psychopath crazy. The tail of his eyes then glanced towards the door, making sure that there was no one eavesdropping.

“Iya-iya sorry. I was afraid of being too upset about the circumstances I am living in now. You know for yourself Wil how stressful I am to deal with those greedy people as well as this endless work. I didn't even have time to find a partner because I was busy replacing her job, Brother Gavriel. My life is very worrying, isn't it?” asked Erzan who again complained about the fate of his life.

Erzan grunting. How else. What Wildan said was true that only he could replace his brother in the company. Actually Erzan could have pointed at someone else, but this idea was firmly rejected by the father considering that everyone in this company no one can be trusted. As always, where there is money and power, there will always be betrayal and malice where everyone will fight each other to get the power. And because this is also the search for his brother can not be done openly, let alone involve the media and the police. It was revealed that there was no certainty when her brother would return, making Erzan squeal with annoyance while ruffling his own hair. It looks like Erzan's speech will really become a reality where soon his head will be filled with gray hair.

“Wildan, what time is it now?” ask Erzan lethargic.

“Now it's sepulum clock night, Tuam Erzan. Do you want to go home?” answer Wildan. Pity also he saw his superior sister who looked very tired.

“Ck, how can I go home if my work has piled up as high as a mountain. Don't you see this what?” sahut Erzan pointed at the pile of files on his desk. He then rubbed his face until it turned red. “Yes Lord, when will this torment end. Please give me a clue where Brother Gavriel is right now. If he doesn't come back soon, you can make sure that I'm gonna die dry because of these fucking files. Please be kind to me, Lord. I beg!”

Wildan did not know whether to laugh or even guarantee a prayer that had just been offered by Erzan. Half his heart felt pity, but half his heart again said not to let the man give up on this job. Wildan went out to get coffee and snacks because it looks like he and Erzan tonight will be overtime until morning.

Mr. Gavriel, wherever you are now I hope you are in good shape. You just calm down. I promise to keep this company safe under control even though every day I have to hear Mr. Erzan's complaints. I know it's hard for him. But how else. This was already his duty as part of the Anderson family. Please pray that Mr. Erzan is not crazy.

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