
Satya immediately went out of the house and he looked for Mr. Friday who he happened to find at the security guard post and was playing chess with Mr. Mamat.
"Wuih, good at playing chess at work." Satya ruffled her waist, she put on a fierce face and then looked at the two people at the guard post with a sharp look.
Mr. Mamat and Mr. Friday who had not seen who was talking to them immediately replied casually.
"Enak dong, it just so happened that Mr. Satya didn't know, so we could steal some time to play chess for a while." Mr. Friday replied with a shitty smile.
"How many minutes have you played here?" satya asked trying to be patient.
"Not too long ago, only three hours," replied Mr. Mamat smoothly.
"You're asking me to cut his pay?" Satya spoke in a smooth voice, both hands patted the shoulders of Mr. Mamat and Mr. Friday together.
"Eh, Father. Want to play chess, sir?" Mr. Friday smiled in fear as he looked at Satya's face with a creepy grin on his lips. Mr. Friday was really scared but trying to make the atmosphere not tense.
"No, I don't have time to play that." Satya replied in a loud and fierce voice.
"I-yes, Sir. I just asked hehe." Mr. Friday was grim, his hands were tightly gripped by the hands of his co-star.
Mr. Mamat could only remain silent while swallowing his saliva with great difficulty. He grimaced as Pak Fridays nails stuck in his hands, he endured pain like a man holding back a bowel movement.
Satya actually wanted to laugh seeing the funny face of Mr. Mamat the gate guard. However, he still had the heart not to laugh in front of his person straight away.
"Sir Friday, please dispose of the cockroaches inside the house. I've been slaughtered living in the dump!" satya's orders immediately after the conversation.
"Good, Sir. Sadistic very father euy cockroach he slaughtered, later if the son, father, brother, or sister roaches looking how, sir?" ask Mr. Friday silly and immediately got a toyoran on the head done by Mr. Mamat.
"Don't say this much, just do what you're told to do." Mr. Mamat pushed the body of his friend with full power.
"You said I was sadistic? You want me to slaughter like a cockroach in the house now?" Satya glared sharply at the horror of Mr. Friday who immediately fled by running in a hurry to get into the big house.
Mr. Mamat stifled laughter seeing the rather fat Mr. Friday running in a tatters into the house.
Mr. Mamat's eyes now looked towards Satya who was looking at him with a flat gaze.
"Mom why are you staring at me?" Mama asked in a small voice.
"You want me to cut my pay?" said Satya still with a flat gaze Mr. Mamat.
"Don't sir, what would my wife and son eat in the village if my salary was cut?" Mr. Mamat lowered his head like a man in silence considering the services of the heroes who have fought before us.
"If you don't want his salary cut, work right, sir," Satya warned.
"Okay sir, I'm sorry! I promise I won't repeat it again." Mr. Mamat apologized in a trembling voice, presumably he was holding back a cry.
"Brother crying?" satya asked, he sat in front of Mr. Mamat, the place that was occupied by Mr. Friday.
"No, Sir! I'm not crying. I'm old when I cry, sir. Hix - hicks ...." He said he wasn't crying but was sobbing slowly. Aduh Satya, you have to take responsibility for making your employees cry.
"If you don't cry, why are those eyes flooded?" satya asked in a warm and friendlier voice.
"My hand, sir," replied Mr. Mamat as he pointed at his hand.
"Hand?" Satya immediately looked at the direction that was pointed by Mr. Mamat, Satya laughed out loud when he saw Mr. Mamat's hand clamped by the chessboard that had been closed. Presumably the one who closed the chessboard was Mr. Friday.
"Bwahahaha .. I guess I cry because I'm angry." Satya opened the chessboard and quickly Mamat blew his fingers reddened, lucky not to blister and bleed.
"Yes, sir." Mamat replied with a soft word.
"Sir Mamat sells tomatoes that buy people respectfully, let's play chess together!" take Satya after giving a loud fashion warning.
"I don't want to, sir. My salary will be cut." Mr. Mamat refused, apparently he really repented because of his actions.
"I will not cut, I will give you a bonus of Rp 500,000 if you want to play chess with me." Satya did not lie with her words.
"No, Sir. I'm afraid, it's my working hours." Satya smiled when Mr. Mamat so changed, fortunately not turned into seven like Raden Kian Rantang.
"Pak Mamat sells tomatoes that buy people respectfully, it's me who invites so it's okay." Satya smiled kindly and authoritatively.
"Is it really okay, sir?" asked Mama a little doubt.
"Yes Mr. Mamat," replied Satya, long annoyed also talk to Mr. Mamat.
"Then, let's get started, sir!" invite Mr. Mamat, they also finally compete intelligence in playing chess while training focus and patience.
***
Inside The House.
Ranti, who had fled back to the kitchen to see if her husband was still there.
While in the kitchen, Ranti did not see her husband but she saw Mr. Friday who was looking for something.
"Sir Friday looking for what?" ask Randy suddenly.
"Alakazam, surprise the mother." Mr. Friday rubbed his chest slowly.
"sorry. Sir Friday see sir no?" asked Ranti, the father Ranti meant was Satya her husband.
"So Mr. Satya was at the security guard post, ma'am. Yesterday the father called me to dispose of the cockroach, but I was looking for his cockroach does not exist" replied Mr. Friday in a clear voice.
"Oh, the cockroaches are near the dining room, sir." Ranti told Mr. Friday.
"Just look there, sir. I'm going to go ahead and find my husband." Ranti immediately left Mr. Friday in the kitchen.
Ranti walked at a fast pace to the security guard post because she was sure that her husband was there as told by Mr. Fridays.
Arriving at the security guard post, Ranti saw her husband playing chess with Mr. Mamat until he was unaware of his presence.
"Don't you play chess until you forget your wife?" Ranti stood at the door while folding both her hands in front of her chest.
"Enak dong, Bun," Satya replied as she saw his wife feel at the door.
"Why play chess here? Come inside!" Ranti pulls Satya's ear while taking her husband into the house.
"Not done playing it yet, Bun." Satya did not want to be invited in.
***
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