THE LIFE OF A MAN
PART 49'S
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“There's a guest, Tuan”
“Tuest?”
“Iya Tuan”
“Who?”
“Baskoro, Tuan”
“Baskoro?”
“That's Mr. Loh, the land broker I told you about back then. Cunning land broker it”
“Pak Abdul has asked him what needs he came here for?”
“He only said that he would like to meet the owner of this Villa Tuan” said Mr. Abdul. “But if in my opinion, the one related to the positive plantation land already belongs to Mr. – The lord. He must have felt unhappy because his target land was given to others”
“Huuuuummm ...”
Son of mangosteen – mangosteen.
Damian asked Putra to represent his other two brothers, regarding the conversation Putra had with Pak Abdul, and Putra immediately explained to the three in English.
Damian, Garret and Addison were mangosteen – mangosteen then.
Then the Son asked the opinions of his three brothers, about whether they would accept and meet the man named Baskoro or not.
Even though the Son already had a plan in his brain.
Abdul has not yet moved from his place.
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His son and three brothers already had their decision. The son then spoke again to Mr. Abdul who was still standing in his place, waiting for orders from his masters.
The son stood up to get closer to Mr. Abdul.
“Do the men know who we are?. I mean, does he know we're comers in this place?”
“Maybe Mr. Who knows he has already asked – ask or find out in advance. People like him must be a lot of cronies - kroninya”
“Allies mean Mr Abdul?”
“Iya. That kind of Mr. People like him must have one or two corrupt people that he used to work with in the land office. Surely after he found out the plantation owners here who sell their land to others and not him, I think he must have found out about the land buyer target”
Son of mangosteen – mangosteen.
“But yes it may only be limited if the land buyer is a stranger, Sir. It will not be until he knows the background of Mr and others” said Mr. Abdul. “It feels like he's not that great anyway. Just a village criminal, but pretentious to be a big boss”
The son snorted amusedly at the last words of Mr. Abdul, following the expression of the servant whom the Son believed, who clearly did not like the person they were talking about,
“Alright, tell him we'll see him”
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Shortly after Mr. Abdul delivered a message to guests visiting the Villa his Lords, Putra, Damian, Garret and Addison came together from the direction in the Villa and went straight into the living room.
And it seems that the uninvited guest who came to see the Son and his brother was a little surprised to see the figure of the owner of the Villa, who according to him was the Son, because he walked ahead.
“Include Mr. Baskoro, This is my employer”
“Oh! So you are the owner of this Villa?”
The son did not say anything, just stood straight, with both hands he kept in his pockets, and his firm face dominated.
“What does this kowe employer know in English?”
The – man named Baskoro asked Mr. Abdul while looking at the Son, and glanced also at Damian, Garret and Addison.
“But no problem anyway, wong I also speak English!.” Said the Baskoro with a style that pongah before those in front of him now.
“.............”
“Plis, sit don! (Please, sit!)”-means Baskoro
The son raised one eyebrow.
“Is he just pleased us to sit in our own house? (Did he just let us sit in our own house?)”
Garret spoke half-whispering behind the Son. The son tilted, while Damian and Addison tried not to chuckle.
"Uno che va in culo a sua madre!" (read: u-no to va in cu-lo a su-a ma-dre!) – Kalo Othor kaga salah iye.
(wkwkwkwkwk)
The Son spoke in Italian with his brothers who then chuckled small, because the sentence the Son spoke just now was a mockery in Italian.
Baskoro seemed a little misbehaved, saw the Son who expressed cold and had tilted, then spoke a language that he did not understand and three people behind the Son appeared to be mesam – mesem after. Then Baskoro glanced at Mr. Abdul.
“What does he say?”
Baskoro asked Mr. Abdul what the Son said, because obviously it was not English.
“I don't know either, Sir!...” Sahut Pak Abdul's.
“By piye?! Kowe talks to them about how it works here if you don't understand?”
Abdul did not answer. Baskoro stared at him while clucking.
Then Baskoro looked back at Putra with his smile, glancing at Damian, Addison and Garret.
Baskoro extended his hand to the Son. “Helo-may-nem-is-Bes-koro” Baskoro said in ludicrous English to Putra, Damian, Addison and Garret.
“........”
“Wat-is-yor-nem? Nais-tu-mit-yu”
"Asino (Basic donkey)" Damian now muttering with an Italian swearing, heard the Baskoro man speaking in English that awut –.
Addison and Garret equal – equally chuckles small, while Putra again just smiled slanted with his eyes still looking at Baskoro who again became clumsy.
“Iki Boss kowe opo guy anyway? Know English ora anyway?!”
Back Baskoro spoke to Mr. Abdul with a slightly awkward look and seemed to start looking uncomfortable.
“From earlier invited to talk Just mesam – mesem equal kasak – kusuk!..”
Baskoro repressed with his grunts.
“Maybe your English is less clear, so my Master does not understand”
“Home kowe, jongos!”
Baskoro immediately called Mr. Abdul.
“My English is already buagus! Don't be careless kowe!”
“Then please speak again with Mr. I”
“Ah! Kowe jongos buego, will not understand!”
“Shut his f*c*i*’ mouth Putra\, his voice just like pieces shard which is hurting my ears! (Close his mouth Son, his voice is like a shard of a shard that hurts my ears! )” Gerrilla Damian.
“Iyes, wat-ken-i-do-por-yu?” Sambar Baskoro heard Damian confidently speaking in English.
“Where else you can see, (Where else can you see ), Uno stupido asino parlante (A stupid donkey speaks )”
“Hahaha ..”
Damian, Addison and Garret could no longer hold back their laughter from the son's mocking the slightly mushy, pretentious-looking man speaking English with a splash.
“Ekskyusmi, mister. Plis reworked, em it ... ripit... du-yu-anderstand?”
“........”
The son nodded slowly. Gelengan Putra itself means, if he does not believe there are people who are originally stupid but true – true smartass in front of others who feel not as level as him.
In this case, maybe he wants to look great in front of two of his men who look like personal guards but only dressed originally, and also maybe want to be pretentious in front of Mr. Abdul who he considers only a maid
lowly.
But again – again the pretentious Baskoro spoke while looking at the Son with his pretentious performance.
Baskoro shook his head as well.
“Ah! Sebodo lah! ..” Baskoro.
Baskoro extended his hand again to the Son.
“Helo-mister-may-nem-is-Beskoro. Wat-is-yor-nem?”
The son glanced at Baskoro's hand while raising one eyebrow, but the Son's hand he still kept neatly in his pants pocket.
“Suombong really iki employer kowe!”
Again – again Baskoro grumbled while glancing at Mr. Abdul who did not move from his place.
“Ah! Ay-don-ker-lah!”
“Hei-mister-ay-em-a-big-man-yu-now?”
“Big man?” Putra Saying.
“Naaaahh, yu-anderstand? Big-men! Me!”
With a pretentious Baskoro said while acting proud by raising his chin in front of the Son and also glancing at the three people who were already standing beside the Son now.
“Hem, I can see that from how much fat at his belly (Well, I can see from the amount of fat in his belly ). Heh, big man.”
“Wat?” Baskoro Sambar. The son snorted softly, then sighed to start talking.
“Speak in Indonesian only, because your English is so bad!”
Putra speaks Indonesian with a typical British language of himself and his – brothers and other brothers including Anthony.
“Lah, can speak Indonesian anyway! Say dong from earlier ... know that..”.
“Say, what's the need?”
“It looks like you don't like base – stale. Get tired! Wis I direct tu-te-poin wae!”
“Do I let you sit?” Said the Son who had been sitting elegantly on a single sofa made of shiny skin while looking coldly at Baskoro who also participated sitting on another single sofa.
“Hah?!”
Baskoro looks clumsy.
“So I can't sit?!”
“Do you understand what manners are?”
“Yes is it!” Sut Baskoro quickly.
“If you understand, you should ask us for permission before you sit”
“Sok waste”
Baskoro muttered as he grumbled.
“Wis! Excuse me, can I sit iki?!” Baskoro said with a tone of voice that sounded a little upset.
“Please”
The son moved his one hand casually.
“Heh! Jongos! Instead of you standing there eating a blind paycheck, make a drink there! Make me the same for Mr – your Master! Anyways, you want to know about the boss's business! Why kowe is standing there!”
“Take care!” Sergeh Putra with a sharp look at Baskoro even though the face of the Son looks flat.
“Loh, I ..”
“It is better to say immediately the intention of your arrival, because I do not have much time to serve uninvited guests like you, currently”
“Ck! You don't carelessly talk to me, Mister!” Said Baskoro who seemed unhappy .
Baskoro confirmed his sitting position with an upright and sharp look in front of the Son, Damian, Addison and Garret.
The three brothers of the Son looked carefully at Baskoro.
Although he did not understand what was being talked about by the Son and the man who came uninvited, but the three were able to judge what kind of person Baskoro was, he said, also remember the story about the Baskoro warai that was told by Pak Abdul through Putra.
“So?” Said the Son while asking by raising one more eyebrow.
“Telah. I know you are a newcomer here, so I want toun your attitude on me now”
“I don't feel sorry for you!”
The words of the Son sounded sharp.
“You should apologize to me for coming to my residence and interrupting my precious time!”
The son raised his index finger at Baskoro.
“Pak!” One of Baskoro's men looked on unhappily at the Son who had just behaved semena – mena in the eyes of Baskoro's men at the Boss.
“Wes! Biarkeun first! He doesn't know who I am!”
“Say what you mean by arrival, and get the hell out of here after”
Sharp Putra spoke, following her cold gaze that dominated Baskoro.
“Wes! I'll tell you what my arrival means then!”
“Say!”
“I want to talk about plantation land has Hidayat family and Sendari family!”
Baskoro now looked seriously at Putra. The son sat back elegantly.
“You're the one who bought their plantation?”
“Are you part of their family?”
“Ya... no....”.
“Then it's none of your business!”
The son stood up from his seat and was about to walk away from the living room because according to the Son there was nothing to discuss more about what the Baskoro asked just now.
“Hei Mister I belom done this talking!” Baskoro protest that felt ignored by the Son, because the Son was standing and turned his body to step away from his place.
“As I said earlier, if you're not part of their family. You better get out of my house right now!” The son who had stopped his steps for a moment and turned around, said firmly to Baskoro.
Baskoro's face became very unhappy. “Hei Mister, I tell you yes, ...” Said Baskoro who now raised his index finger that leads to the Son. “Situ newcomers here, so do not macem – macem the same me!. You do not know what I can do to destroy you, if you are looking for – because of me!”
“Are you threatening me? ..”
“Ya. If you don't want to work together!”
“Heh! Ker – ja – sa – ma?”
“Iya!” Sahut Baskoro with his bow. “The land you bought was supposed to be sold to me, but you want to play serobot!”
“His predecessor Tuan” Pak Abdul spoke with a close approach to the Son, after one of his Masters was glanced at him. Mr. Abdul already understood, if the Master like that means there are words or words – words that he does not understand.
“Huumm..”
“So my arrival here, I want you to sell the land to me, including your plantation it”
“You think who you are?!” The son moved his head and raised his chin on Baskoro. “Stupido Asino (Foolish Donkey ). How dare! (How dare ! )”
“I told you, here I am a big man! So what is my wish no one can fight against! You're new here, so don't know how much I have power! That's Hidayat Sendari emang
search by – because of me, sell their plantation same you“
“.......”
“They were supposed to sell me! But ngulur – continues. Even sold to you, after snulur – snulur equally blur – kaburan!”
“.......”
“Search – because they are my same! I don't know what I can do!”
“.......”
“Nah, so I press keun same you yes Mister, you should sell it my same land, rather than later I make the same calculation you!”
“Oh yes?!”
“Iya! As long as you know yes ..”
“Get him out of my residence Mr. Abdul!”
The son immediately snatched the talk before Baskoro finished his speech.
“Wah! Do you dare me so?!”
“That would be my pleasure! (I will gladly serve him! )”
The son turned around immediately after.
“Get him out of my residence Mr. Abdul!”
Mr. Abdul also said while slightly subduing his body to Putra who was stepping towards the area in the Villa, he said, followed by his three brothers who took the time to look cynical and trivial at Baskoro with a flat and cold face like the Son.
“Please Pak” Pak Abdul has stepped foot to the door and stood there with one hand outstretched, intending that Baskoro immediately step out through the door near where he stood.
Baskoro looked furious, and still looked at the backs of those who left him. “Awas y'all yes! Look out later!” Threaten Baskoro by screeching while raising his index finger in the direction where Putra and the other three were walking.
Then Baskoro confirmed his suit, and stepped towards the door of the private Villa of the Son and his brothers.
“Kowe says same employer kowe! I'll make the same calculation! I give you two days, if he doesn't want to sell it the Hidayat family's land together Sendari with me, see what I will do later!”
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