Waiting At the End of Dusk

Wrong people

BRAAAKKK!!!!

Sita immediately closed the closet door quite hard. Then he came out of the room while running fast enough to get out of the main door of the apartment unit.

Both hands he put on the knee with a body that bends and breath that is still wheezing. He tried to normalize his breathing before finally stepping his foot away from there.

Sita walked while taking her phone out from inside the sling bag. After that, he booked a taxi online through an app that was there.

After he got into the elevator, booking an online taxi was successful. Sita put her phone back into her sling bag.

A few minutes later, Sita arrived at the lobby. Without him knowing, there was someone standing behind the wall.

The man raised the corner of his lips with a sharp look towards Sita's back which was getting farther away until it disappeared from his sight. Then take the phone out of the pants pocket to contact someone.

****

Just as Sita got into the taxi, her phone rang. He immediately pulled out his phone and saw the name on his screen.

"Home security guard? what's up, huh?" Sita then answered the phone call.

"Hallo."

"Where is Non Sita? not bad!"

"I'm on the road. What's the matter, sir?"

"All the servants of the house were sent out by some big man Non. I'm a little scared too. I was willing to fight back, but instead I got hit by them."

Sita massaged her forehead which really felt dizzy. He took a deep breath while closed.

"Tell them, immediately pack the goods and gather at the security guard post. I'm going to the bank first to take care of the salary and severance all of it!" Sita then disconnects her phone.

"Our brother's going to the bank!" sita's orders to the cab driver.

"Non Good."

Sita took out her wallet and opened it, looking at the line of debit cards and credit cards that were lined up neatly in place. The plan he will check the cards in the Bank to determine whether it can be used or not, then put his wallet back in the sling bag.

Not felt, Sita arrived at the place she was headed. A few hundred thousand pieces of money he took out and he gave it to the taxi driver, then got out of the car and went straight inside.

"Good day, how can we help you?" greet a security guard who is next to a touchscreen machine near the entrance.

"Please, I want a card check, sir. Can I help with customer service?" Sita acted as calmly as possible with the occasional glance scrutinizing the entire room.

The security guard directly touched the touchscreen screen next to him, within seconds, a square piece of paper came out of it.

"Please Miss, the queue is still two more people, so Miss can wait in the seat we have provided."

"Thank you, sir." Sita picked up the paper and left before the security guard.

******

After almost half an hour of waiting, it was his turn. He sat in the front seat of the customer service desk.

"Good day, with me Aiman Herdian. Can anyone help?"

Sita took out her wallet, then Haris's card from inside.

"I'd like to ask you to check this card, whether it can be used or not. Even if I can, I want to connect it to mobile banking."

"Okay, please wait."

Almost ten minutes, Aiman (customer service) put the card back on the table.

"I'm sorry Miss, all these cards are no longer usable."

Sita was flabbergasted by Aiman's words just now.

"What is your right? can't it at all?" tanya Sita made sure, because she did not easily believe.

"True Miss."

The rest of my savings card. It seemed that the amount was not enough to pay them all.

His mind is now really branching, there is a thesis that he must finish immediately, salary and severance house, and where he lives. Because for him it is very unlikely that he lived in the Haris apartment after the incident that he experienced a while ago.

"Please check this card." Sita gave her one card. Aiman also without waiting for long, immediately took the card and began to check it.

With the agility of Aiman's hand, in five minutes, he had finished checking the card.

"Miss, this card can still be used with a balance of one billion five hundred and seventy-five million nine hundred and fifty-six thousand eight hundred and seventy-seven rupiah."

Sita was a little relieved. Although in numbers, the money is still more than the rest of the salary payments of employees and severance. Because, all this time he had never checked the savings and only used other cards that he used daily.

He still thinks while resetting the phone given the super sophisticated Haris. His nimble hands, made him move quickly to create a new account there.

Within fifteen minutes, Sita had changed all the settings on the phone. He was really annoyed with Haris leaving without a trace, at a time like this.

"Can you please connect to mobile banking?" ask Sita carefully.

Aiman smiled and said, "Of course you can, please wait." His hands began to move quickly back. While waiting for the process to finish, Aiman said again. "Did Miss bring her savings book?"

"Bring, a minute." Sita took out her personal savings book and gave it to Aiman.

"I'll print out the last three months." Aiman stood up and walked towards the deserted teller. Sita was waiting in her chair.

His view looks to the right and to the left. Suddenly his eyes stopped on a man sitting in front of the customer service desk next to him.

I've seen it people, but where?

Sita turned her gaze back to Aiman who had just sat in front of her.

"This is the book, and the mobile banking process has been completed. Miss can already login in the app." Aiman smiled as he gave Sita a savings book.

"Thank you very much."

"Later ... If you want to print out again, you can go straight to the teller."

"Okay, thanks again."

Aiman also gave the last card that Sita had given him. The bank business is done. Now, Sita went from there and returned to her house.

*****

Return home by taxi online. Along the way, his nanarred gaze continued to point out the window.

His brain was still working hard until this moment. Question 'what's up?' it keeps spinning there.

Dad, where are you really? don't you have a foreign service? why did it get like this? Mas Haris again, I think he's really good. It turns out ... did I get the wrong match?

...🌹🌹🌹Bonnect🌹🌹🌹...