Jayz stared at the figure in front of him. Big tall, with square boxes printed from under his tight shirt. It's really fun to play SOS. Unlike the flat stomach - even bowed into the inside - white bread doesn't count. Moreover, famous brand torn bread.
"What do you want?" he immediately negotiated the question.
Really he knew well, people like this came not without reason. Typical muscular body bodyguard. I don't know who the accomplice is. Although he always remembers Western proverbs, don't judge a book by this cover. Do not judge a book by its cover. This burly person might not be like what he had in mind. Fierce and about to swallow his frail body. Maybe, he was in tune with the burly people that Jayz met at the gym.
"I came on the orders of the Corruptor." He was about to remove sickles, axes, saws and the like, but it didn't happen. How he knew, Jayz just flicked one thumb with the index finger directly mentally.
"Do you want the Corruptor?"
"Corruption, sir. What else? "
"I know. Besides corruption. Why tell you to come here? "
Even since time immemorial, they also know that corruptors work. If it is not corruption, it will not be called a corruptor. If it's not corruption, it can't be replaced.
"Hopefully Mr. Jayz will step down, sign the agreement. The news about the Corruptor has spread, because of you ... "the man showed an annoyed face. Frowning. Like a five-year-old girl losing sweets,
Jayz patted the forehead. He remembered the interview with one of the leading television reporters. Corruption allegations related to Mr. Corruption. He forgot, the Indonesian people call him by the name of honor. No, not Mr. Corruptor, that's a dirty name! But people should know, right? Corruption is the work of the Corruptor. No more frills of honor or praise is embedded.
"However, the Corruptor does not want his work to be known, sir. So it's best, before things get worse, you sign this statement as well as the agreement. " The Solid Body - as Jayz now calls it - slides a sheet of paper in a green folder onto Jayz's desk.
Jayz is cornered.
"I don't want to sign that! Either statement. Either agreement. Whatever!" Jayz snorted. "Even though the Corruptor wants to bribe me to use Super Junior's album plus the poster Kyuhyun, again, no, no, no ...!"
"Do I need to use violence? Meanwhile, even though it looks frightening, I am soft-hearted and diligent in going to the langgar, "the muscular body muttered. He was hit by confusion. Ouch, what do you want to do? Sickle, ax, saw was just to look scary.
"Certainly not necessary. Say, for example. You said that the writer likes to write. Are there any irregularities? "
The Solid Body shook his head. His eyebrows twitched in surprise.
"But this is different, sir. The work of corruptors is still not accepted by many people. The masses can throw tantrums and march Corruption. And Mr. Corruptor will throw tantrums at me, huhuhu ..., "explained the Solid Body complained.
He cried to the point that Jayz's room was flooded because of the immense sad tears of the Solid Body, imagining his destiny determined by the Corruptor.
"Calm down. I'm sure, there are still many people die in this country. It wasn't his body that died, but spiritually. Heart. They did not care enough about one corrupt sir who got word about his work. There are still many other corruptors and other corruptors in this country. Cracked up. Breed every second. Only a matter of time for corruptors is a common occupation, and maybe the next few decades are recorded as a profession in identity. "
Jayz calmed the Solid Body, before the tears flooded the third floor. Huft. It's still better if the crying one is a good-looking girl, she will also bring it to the altar so that she is no longer lonely.
Dead people ... not bodies but hearts, have developed rapidly in this country. In harmony with technological progress. They no longer only took to the streets, but also in houses, apartments, restaurants, or just between narrow alleys with holes full of holes. Ah, what's so hard about using social media?
Always write hatred on white, but ignorant on black. In the end, matching them to gray is their good choice. Just a matter of time, corruptors are welcomed by the dead.
Sok thinks rationally. "They are indeed talented corruption, so why to prevent the birth of corruptors? It's the same as our child, who has a dream. Do not make them surrender to their ideals ". Then many nodded in agreement until they became the trend of the century.
"Then what should I say to the Corruptor?" The Solid Body wiped away the tears that had landed on the cheeks. Jayz himself mopped the floor that had been mixed with salty puddles either from the eyes or through flaccid liquids in the nose.
The folder was already wet too. Undo all agreements. The pieces of paper have turned into pulp for recycling. There is no compensation.
"Just say, my greetings to the Corruptor and his family. They are a family, a race of the dead. Hereditary never felt the beauty of the life of the heart, really sad. His fate is indeed good on average. Brilliant. Outstanding corruptors, accomplished robbers, catfish-class illegal business people. Say, next time I stop by, "Jayz said while fixing the position of the tie.
The muscular body put sickles, axes and saws behind the clasp again. Got enlightenment. Hopefully Mr. Corruptor is not angry with him.
"Ready to do it, sir!" The Solid Body turned around with blushing cheeks. Glad no longer ditiban agitated.
Jayz could now breathe a sigh of relief. He rescinded his office. As a top official, his comments can ignite fire or spread flowers. It's always a news item.
While lying on the couch, Jayz opened an online news portal. His name is in the headline of the main page. It says absolutely that Mr. Fulan is absolutely corrupt! Mr. Fulan firmly squeaked, it was slander ".
Jayz frowned. Remembered about last week's interview. He only said that the Corruptor was indeed a corrupt, just the name of the Corruptor, indeed already dirty, he was not a hoax spreader for honor like celebrities. He was just Jayz, a top official. For everything. Asik. But, he did not even mention the absolute word. He was looking for other news, which precisely now back cornered himself.
Ah, there's no mistaking it. The author of the news must be a race of the dead. Whether from local residents or migrants, the race quickly spread to various regions. Creating ethnics, tricking the country with the illusion of homemade. No way.
Jayz quickly called the Solid Body. They just exchanged numbers before the departure of the Great Body aka Udin. I don't know where that guy is now. After a few minutes, a new phone is connected.
"Hello, what's up, sir?" a cheerful voice crossed across.
"Please convey to the Corruptor. I am sorry."
"Oh, alright sir."
Jayz wiped the sweat from his forehead. Ah, does the greeting work for Corruptor? He has loyal people everywhere. Once disturbed, immediately moved one wing to help himself.
He is just an ordinary person. Being squeezed between races of the dead who plagued the country. ***