VILLAGE END
11
The morning before the noise of the city began to sound disturbing hearing. Not much different from Hasan who is now heating his motorcycle before leaving for work.
today he left early, because his place of work was being booked by someone for a wedding. The results of his work will be very solid for the next few days.
His motorbike drove between the crowds of vehicles, after a half-hour trip he finally reached his destination.
"Morning sir" said Hasan as he entered the restaurant.
"Again, you've come" said Mr. Gulam as the restaurant manager.
"Wouldn't today be overtime?" he answered, and he put down his bag and hurried to do his job.
Time passed and the guests started to arrive, the event started and ended during the day.
"San!," Call his co-worker from afar, Hasan turned his head while carrying a tray in his left hand.
"Hem, what's Ga?" asked Hasan as Yoga approached her.
"Called sir Gulam you,"
"Pak Gulam?, What's the matter ?,"
"Where do I know, I've changed you," replied Yoga while taking over the tray in Hasan's hands.
Finally he immediately rushed to meet Mr. Gulam in the room huh. He knocks on the door and is welcome to enter afterwards.
"Hasan," Call Mr. Gulam while standing and approaching him.
"There's something I want to ask you" he said, making Hasan frown.
Meanwhile, the event continues Yoga and the people who work there are still busy over the remnants of the party.
Hasan came out when all the work was done. Mr. Gulam kept him in the room for so long.
"Hey Bro, just finished?, very tangled?," Sambar Yoga approached him.
"Hmmm, um,.." Hasan replied with only Deheman, his face looks bad when he came out of the room Mr. Gulam.
"What's wrong bro, very tangled your face, you're not fired right?," he said again as he headed to the resting place.
Hasan rubbed his face with his hand and then threw out his rough breathing.
"Emang you?, Home from work Hanging out, dizzy me" asked Hasan who immediately grabbed his jacket.
"Any bro, tonight's the place to get used to ?,"
"Hem, I go first" said Hasan who had moved out of the restaurant. He stopped the motor and drove away.
An hour's drive he had passed and now his motorbike entered the spacious courtyard of the house, a magnificent building standing firmly on his ground.
Hasan paused for a moment before opening the door, then after taking a breath he immediately went inside.
"Welcome back young master," said the middle-aged man as he entered the house.
"How is the house?" asked Hasan as he walked to the sofa and sat there leaning back.
"Father young master," he answered and before long a servant brought a cup of water to drink and placed it on the table.
"How's uncle doing?," asked Hasan looking at the middle-aged man, who was,
"Your young master" he answered. He is Mr. Agus Derwanto, a confidant of Alm. Hasan's parents, and takes care of all the assets of Hasan's family.
Hasan smiled at the middle-aged man, because he was a very stiff person and rarely smiled. But behind it all he is a very multitalented and very loyal person.
Hasan wondered how his father had found such a man.
"Uncle, smile often, the smile is low worship" said Hasan.
"Alright young master," he replied still in a serious expression.
"Ha ha ha, uncle don't put on a serious face, you make my forehead wrinkled," Hasan said again.
"That has nothing to do with young master,"
"Yes, it's up to the uncle,"
As a result he had to cancel hanging out with his co-workers at the restaurant.
They are now in the library room, there are several bookshelves, a single desk to work on and several hard files piled up on the table.
Mr. Agus is very serious about explaining some things, about the company. He had to examine some documents that he had to discuss with himself.
At the end of the last sheet after signing some documents, Mr. Agus interrupted.
"Young master, my advice is you better quit as a waitress for that little restaurant, and focus on understanding your company,"
"Ah, uncle it's not time yet,"
"Your parents would be sad to see you like this,"
"Uncle oh uncle, don't worry this won't be forever just calm down,"
"Until when ?,"
"Not long uncle,"
"I hope the young master will soon return to lead the company" he said.
Hasan just nodded, Mr. Agus lately often asked him to immediately return to lead the company, but unfortunately Hasan has not been intent to show his nose in front of the company.
As a result, almost all workers in the company do not know the face of the original owner of the company. All they know is a rumor that is not necessarily false.
"Uncle, Is this week the company financing the restaurant where I work?," asked Hasan immediately when he remembered being called Mr. Gulam in the room. And suddenly he went up in office. Who else is behind it all ?.
Mr. Agus was silent hearing Hasan's words he was found out. "Young master, the salary there is too small for you how can you have worked so hard and the wages are not comparable" he explained.
Hasan slightly ruffled his hair, not once twice Mr. Agus always so, in every few part-time workplaces that he worked first was the same.
When he visited his parents' hometown outside the island was also the same even worse, he secretly sent bodyguards and mingled there.
But fortunately it was not to the point of suppressing his life in a natural way.
"Uncle I wonder if your son is exactly like you, too" muttered Hasan but there was no reply from Mr. Agus.
He saw that his watch had already shown half twelve nights and that it was impossible to return to his rented house. He finally slept at his house.
In the morning after the morning run, he rushed to wear his work uniform and immediately had breakfast alone.
It looks that Mr. Agus is ready with his suit and also his office bag.
"Breakfast sir let the spirit," asked Hasan
"Young master, you eat a lot" he said, waiting for Hasan to finish eating. Then follow him out to the house.
"Young master, please get in the car" said Mr. Agus and there was a driver who opened the car door.
"Look again" said Hasan inwardly.
"Uncle, I'm on a motorbike" he said, wearing a helem and heading towards his motorbike which looked a bit butut.
"I wonder why young master likes to use the motorcycle rosokan, than that the car is more comfortable to drive," Said Mr. Agus who was heard by the driver beside him while seeing Hasan's departure from the ruah page.
"Because the motorcycle can slip in traffic," murmured the driver who can still be heard by Mr. Agus.
"But still security and comfort cannot be guaranteed" Sahut Pak Agus then entered the car.
Not long after saying that on the other hand Hasan stopped on the side of the road because he felt his motor oling.
When down and check it turns out the rear tire of the motor is leaking.
"Aish, why should it leak all," he complained and finally he guided his bike to the spot where the tire patch was.
meanwhile, in the car, Mr. Agus received a call from one of the bodyguards who followed Hasan secretly.
"The motorcycle master's report that the young master was riding had a leaky tire,"
immediately Mr. Agus muttered insinuating the driver who indeed heard the chat on the phone "You heard ? the comfort and safety of the bike is very concerning,"
