Sensational Husband
Twelve
Azlan walked gontai towards the director's room, his mind wondering, what made Joan call him. Is the director going to discuss the robbery case this morning? Or about work? Every job should be discussed by the leader of each section, no other than the head of the warehouse, then why is he dealing directly with the director this time? What made the director call him? Three days of work, it felt like there was no mistake he made. Even the head of the warehouse and his fellow workers praised his work because he so quickly easily grasped the work to be done.
Azlan said basmallah before knocking on the door. He went in and sat down before Joan.
“Azlan, I heard your performance here is good. But it looks like I can't hire you further here.” Joan stared at Azlan intensely.
The stern look did not necessarily make Azlan tense. He stays calm. His heart remained shaded by dhikr.
“But what was my mistake, sir? Why am I dismissed?”
“Just because your performance is good, I can't use you here. I need your skills in other fields.”
Bizarrely. Azlan was confused.
“You'll be hired somewhere else. Obey my orders!” firmly Joan. “The driver will take you to a new location where you work. Hope you're comfortable. There will be a contract of employment, written duties and obligations that you can learn.”
Before long a man in a driver's uniform appeared after knocking on the door. Joan invites Azlan to follow her driver.
“I'll catch up with you after my work is done,” Joan said.
Azlan nodded then bade farewell after shaking the director's hand and thanked him. He followed the driver to the parking lot. Azlan's head was filled with question marks as the car took him out of the company area, somewhere the driver would take him. Drowsiness made him fall asleep for a while while on the way.
“It's here, Mas Bro!” the driver woke Azlan up, shook the man's arm.
Oh my…
Azlan stepped into the house and saw Alexa rummaging through some sheets of paper on the living room table.
For a moment Azlan was silent and did not know what to do. Why did Joan take her there? What will he get in that house?
“Excuse me, Miss!” Azlan said while knocking on the door that was already open.
Alexa. He frowned and tilted his head as if unsure of what he was looking at right now. The man who always sells expensive now comes to his house again. What dream was he last night? Dreams of being carried by a bull.
“You? Why are you here? Don't bother me. I'm busy.” Alexa refocused on her job rummaging through the papers on the desk.
“Can I log in?” Ask Azlan.
Alexa looked over and then nodded.
“Take it easy, I won't bother you. I'm just gonna hitch a ride here.” Azlan sat on one of the sofas.
“As of you only.” Alexa is still serious about her work. “Jeez, where is the letter? I was here, why did it disappear? Are there any idiots who move? Geez, this house has long been inhabited by jinn. Everything's messy. Paper can be lost.” Alexa says it herself.
TB