The Stupid Shaft

RICKY SANJAYA

Dozens of pairs of feet out of a shophouse that in magic into a place of learning.

Among the noise, Deta was heard snorting several times because he was bored with the ramblings of Syafitri.

"Ta, you're serious until now haven't met Sanjaya's son?" Syafitri panting trying to match the steps of Deta who walked in a hurry because lazy to hear the ramblings of Syafitri that Deta considers unimportant.

"Not yet."

"Why?"

"Yes ..," Deta thought a little. "Maybe not the soul mate." continued Deta ended with a light laugh. Syafitri just clucked at Deta's answer.

"I heard he was very handsome" Syafitri said enthusiastically.

"Maybe,"

"Say, the man is also kind and polite."

"It looks so."

"You know???"

Deta stopped her steps and turned her body to face Syafitri.

"The whole family's good, Syafitri. So, he must be a good person too." Deta patted Syafitri on the shoulder and nodded once.

Hope the discussion about Ricky Sanjaya is over there.

"But, I heard that she was also a little closed and mysterious ..," Syafitri moved her index and middle fingers up and down like she was making a tick. "It's very different with his sister" he continued.

It was already Deta's hope to end this discussion.

'But it is true that Brother Fita is very good.' Deta's mind imagined the kindness of Sanjaya's eldest daughter.

"I don't know, Syafitri. I was in that house for work not to observe their personal lives!" Deta emphasized his last sentence.

Angrily Deta passed leaving Syafitri, without waiting for him to ask again.

***

The roar of the car rang out from inside the house, Deta was in a hurry to open the door .

A woman got out of the car. The appearance is simple and not excessive but still looks elegant. It is clear that she is a woman from above.

The woman walked towards the door where Deta was still standing holding the door handle. He frowned, but still smiled kindly when he looked at Deta.

Deta simply bowed in embarrassment as her gaze met directly with the woman.

'That must be Refita Sanjaya. Her real face is prettier than in the photo.' Deta thought.

As Deta turned around and was about to enter the house, again someone called out to her. Turns out a man got out of the same car as Fita.

"Yes, sir, how can I help you?"

"Here, please take it in!" The man handed out some shopping bags to Deta. The man picked up a few more shopping bags in the car.

Deta received the bags and arranged them in both hands.

"Thank you" said the man in his arms, trying to close the car door.

"That's what, Fita? Yeah, um, you're shopping again, honey?"

Bu Rika closed her mouth with her left hand because she was surprised to see the number of shopping bags carried by Deta and the man in the car who turned out to be Yoga Adhiyasa. Son-in-law of the Sanjaya family.

"So stopped by for a while at the mall, Ma, kept shopping a little." replied Fita Cuek regardless of his mother's headband.

'It's little? How much like what? What is one mall**?' Deta was deep in his heart.

This is how the rich spend their money.

Deta looked at her hand which was filled with Fita's shopping bag.

"Sorry, ma'am, where is this going to be put?"

"That's where!" Fita pointed at the long sofa that was in the living room.

While Yoga walked towards Fita's room without waiting for orders.

"Oh, yes, Ma. What's this sweet girl?" asked Fita without looking at her mother and continued to pay attention to Deta.

Bu Rica looked at Deta and then turned to look at Fita. "That's Deta. From now on Deta will help you at home and at school."

Fita nodded while moving her lips.

Fita approached Deta and smiled and extended her hand.

"Greetings yes, I'm Fita."

Surprised, Deta hesitated to return the hand of her employer's daughter. But Fita unhesitatingly drew Deta's hand and grasped it like a shaking hand. Although surprised but Deta did not refuse or try to release his hand.

"Just two years younger than Ricky, Fit." Bu Rika chimed.

"That means you call me sister Fita. Don't call mom! Because you're younger than Ricky so you're like my little brother. Yeah, right, Ma?"

Ms. Rika just smiled approvingly to Fita's words.

***

The night is getting late, some people may have gathered with their families at home. And some may have fallen asleep in the dispute.

Unlike Ricky who still has to struggle with a pile of work on his desk.

BRAAAKKK !!!

The sound of a table shake disrupted Ricky's concentration. Soon Ricky raises his head to look at the perpetrator .

"You still here, Jer? I thought it was a ghost." ridiculed Ricky as an expression of his annoyance at Jerry. His office-mates.

"Where is a ghost as handsome as I am, Ky." refutes Jerry confidently.

Ricky who heard it just sighed and continued his work again.

"Ky, you're that almost every day overtime. Whose son do you want to propose to?"

Jerry's questions instantly stop Ricky's activities with his computer. Ricky turned his chair to the side where Jerry had been standing.

"Jer, are we diligent just because we want to propose to girls?"

Jerry shook his head.

"I work for myself. I want to have everything before I have a family. So when I'm married I don't have to work too hard. I can have a lot of time with my family. Spend time with my wife and see my kids grow up."

Ricky's explanation left Jerry stunned.

"Surge!!!" Ricky stood up from his chair and tidied up some files on his desk.

"But, Ky. That means you intend to propose to people's children, right?" Jerry who just finished digesting Ricky's words again bothered him.

Ricky breathed a rough breath.

"Yes that's for sure, Jer. But not now."

Ricky grabs his bag which he grabs on the chair then walks away from Jerry the bully.

"Ky, wait!!!" Jerry half-running equalled Ricky's long footsteps.

"Why else, Jer? You want to know who I want to apply for?"

Instantly Jerry's eyes sparkled, there was a curiousity rising in his eyes. Ricky who saw it just laughed and shook his head.

"Why laugh? Whoishe? Don't make me curious!"

"Who is it that makes you curious? That thought will come from you, Jer. I'm just following your conversation."

Ricky's smile grew more and more satisfied to have replied to his friend for disturbing him earlier.

Jerry only snorted annoyedly at Ricky's reply. He always lost when arguing with Ricky all this time.

"Ky, you're together?"

"Where?"

"Go home! Where else is it tonight."

"Would you like to come home with me on the train?"

"Yes ... whataa? Riding train?" Jerry stopped his steps but not Ricky.

"Key... Ricky wait a minute!" Ricky just turned his head then moved his head towards the front asking Jerry to catch up with him.

"You're on the train? Which car did you wear yesterday on which office anniversary? You sell it???"

Jerry's questions are answered with a smile by Ricky.

"That's not my car, Jer. That's my papa's car!" Ricky responded to Jerry's accusations.

"Just like that, Ky. Whatever belongs to the parents must belong to the child."

"But I'd rather wear my own sweat than my parents. "

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