CONFESSION STONED
167. Patience Suketi (Part 2)

“Morning spirit Young & Dynamic Team,” says Tini started his briefing. His hand trembled slightly, he tightened his grip on the mic.

This was his first professional job in life. Connect with people who dress neatly and smell perfume in the morning. Lunch or just afternoon coffee that used to be considered expensive and a waste of money, now often Tini live.

“Hopefully today we are all in an extraordinary, terrible and certainly healthy state all.” Tini spread her eyes around. He imitated the way Agus brought meetings. Usually the man always looked at them one by one as if he was absorbing the confidence from the eyes that were staring at him.

“Friends friends, we are already entering the – 3rd quarter of this year, in the second week of July. Before we start the review of the achievement of numbers and recruitment of the agent team during the first semester at the briefing today, as usual I invite all Young & Dynamic team to be more enthusiastic and arouse all the potential possessed, so that at the end of this year the goal setting that we have created successfully brought us all to achieve the best target, the goal, surpass friends other agency friends, so we will be a winning agency in this company.” Tini stopped to take a breath and gulped. His hands were not shaking and now he felt a little more relaxed.

“Because as we know, it does not feel like time keeps going, therefore I hope friends stay focused and consistent on the turnover that is already in our respective heads.” Tini ventured to circulate her gaze to the left side of the table to look at Agus. The man now no longer crossed his arms in front of his chest, but linked his hands together on the table.

“Currently, as I saw in the first semester report, there are still most of the friends whose targets are far from the set numbers, and the team recruitment is absolutely no addition.” Tini glanced at Agus who directly took the report paper earlier and read the contents of the paper.

“Today, before friends come out to do routine activities and run their business, we will review the achievement of numbers, recruit teams, and breakdown the monthly target for this 3rd quarter, we will review the achievement of numbers, recruit, and break down the monthly target for this 3rd quarter, so that the dream of all of us to get financial freedom and time freedom can be realized soon.”

Tini took a breath of confidence and looked at the entire corner of the room and the dozens of pairs of eyes that were staring at her.

“Focus, keep the spirit of your friends. Hail MDRT!!” tini firmly with full confidence.

Agus nodded, then started applause. All the participants of the briefing welcomed Agus' applause with his ripple.

Note :

The MDRT is the Million Dollar Round Table, the achievement of an insurance agent who achieves a minimum of set numbers, and this MDRT is an international award for an insurance agent.

Above the achievements of MDRT are COT (Court of Table) and TOT (Top of Table).

Tini tidied up the papers of her team's achievements that week. The youngest team and the corn of the lifetime. The team is also handed over prospective customers ‘giant’ by Agus.

Tini is usually on the senior team. But since Agus received several other employees, Tini was pulled as a leader for the new team. Tini felt that Agus made him the team leader to be a shield for new employees who do not need to accept scolding. Every need to wrath something, Agus just stay looking for it.

“Good. The briefing you brought was good. I think you really have to be forced to just get out of his ability,” said Agus still standing near the door of the meeting room.

Tini nodded faintly and smiled faintly at Agus at a glance. He slowed his movement so that Agus did not linger waiting for him in the meeting room that was empty.

“Your excess is a lot. You just haven't noticed. Just think, what are your advantages..” said Agus still standing and leaning his back on the door frame.

Tini frowned slightly and tapped a stack of paper onto the table to keep it tidy.

“Excess? My merit? Washing spoon one-one? Or...” Tini was busy with her own thoughts.

Agus sighed. After meeting Heru and Bara some time ago, he felt guilty towards Tini. He just wants to motivate Tini to be driven to catch up. Instead of giving a small customer, he entrusted the giant company into the hands of Tini. Agus believes Tini is capable.

“Where will you go?” ask Agus. He plans to take Tini to lunch outside. Count apologies and motivate Tini.

“I want to meet prospective customers Pak,” sahut Tini lied. There's none. He does not want to meet prospective customers. That afternoon he planned to invite all his team members to eat at the newly opened office junction stall. Yesterday Tini got 5 free coupons chicken pecel menu.

“Oh so,” sahut Agus still looking at Tini. “So about kap—”

“Shortly Sir, I received a phone first.” Tini hurriedly snatched her vibrating phone on the table. Secretary's name Mr. Omaar is on the screen.

“Ya good morning?—good Mom, okay. So this afternoon huh?” ask Tini on the phone. “Baik—baik.. sure Mom. Thank you very much Ma'am,” said Tini then ended the conversation.

“From whom?” ask Agus to know.

“This morning I want to meet Mr. Omar. He had some free time before lunch. I have to hurry,” said Tini hastened her movement of entering files.

“Oooh. Don't be late. Must be the one you really follow up.” Agus stood up straight and put his hands into the bag.

“Good Sir,” replied Tini nodded with the map and bag in her hand.

“Kalo gitu, tomorrow noon—”

“Pak, I'm in a hurry to get ready the file on my desk. I'll see you later Mr. Omaar I brought one man from my team. I think I need a partner. So I permission earlier.” Tini looked at Agus waiting for an answer.

“Ya—ya. Please,” sahut Agus.

“Good Sir, thank you. Excuse me first,” said Tini then passed from before Agus.

Agus had not yet fully stepped away from the door. Tini had to tilt her body to get out of the meeting room because Agus did not realize that her body was blocking the way.

Agus nodded his forehead. He felt Tini was hostile to him. Avoiding to return the look of his eyes directly. Even asked about her schedule, Tini seemed reluctant to tell. Is it because of yesterday's problems? Tini still hurt because of her way of criticizing?

Before lunch, Tini was out of the office. Agus looks frantic. He feels bad on his own. Moreover, on Heru and Bara. Somehow he thought, Tini could have complained to the two men.

Agus sat at his desk with one hand folded and the other hand endlessly stroking his whiskers. Occasionally his hand stopped at the top of his mole to feel the little black dot. So continued for a few minutes until finally he took his phone and called Tini.

“Where are you?—oh yes...on the road huh? Yes already.... Uh Tin! Mmm.yeah, later. Continue your work.”

Agus ended the conversation with a stiff face. Why would he call Tini who just got out of the office. Agus shook his head in disbelief at the thing he had just done.

*****

“Dudidudidam—dam... Dudidudidam—dam..dudidivedam..” Tini hummed cheerfully to the bag and held several large envelopes in front of her chest.

Tini's heart is so carefree. The entire proposal was approved and the JM.Warriot hotel will immediately sign a cooperation contract. Pension insurance policies are sold in large numbers.

“Udah is very carefree, yesterday Asti said you cry-nangis.” Boy greeted from the front of Tini's room. “Makanya...gakulan also ‘kan criticized people? You too if you have to take care from now on.”

Boy looked at Tini who was sitting on the plastic chair.

“So how's the briefing?” ask Boy.

“Success. Eh—eh, Boy! I met the General Manager of the hotel named Mr. Omar. Wuuuihhh.cake! European Bule. American-arabic Blaster. Bayangin Boy..” Tini said fiery.

“What baby?” ask Boy.

“Infant his face Boy.... What else can you imagine?” Tini was smiling looking at her phone.

Before long, the phone held by Tini rang. Just now he's back swapping vibrate mode to ringtone mode because it's out of office hours. His phone instantly sang the song King – Honest in the remix version.

“Malesin...” muttered Tini looking at her phone.

“Who is it?” ask Boy.

“Si Agus goose,” replied Tini origin still staring at her phone.

“Angsa?” ask Boy wonder.

“Iya. If nagging is like soang. All disosorin.”

“Year you mean,” said Boy. “You used to tease him, now on phone males-malesan.” Boy reminded his friend.

“I'm too similar to him. That's why it doesn't fit. If Asti and Bayu look alike calm, suitable. But if I'm with Agus it will runyam.” Tini then shifted her phone screen to answer Agus' phone.

After speaking for a while on the phone, Tini said something and ended the conversation on the phone.

If Agus had invited him to lunch a few months ago, maybe Tini's feelings would have been amazingly happy. But now he's ordinary.

The following weekend, Agus really forced him to come to a cafe. He said it was just for lunch. Tini responded and left in makeshift clothes. Agus is no longer special to him. Only a chatty boss should he avoid.

“You order aja. Freer. Today I treat you,” said Agus open the menu.

Tini looked down at her menu. That Saturday afternoon he came up with jeans that were folded solely by the legs due to the lengthening and a loose shirt. Tiny bag with a flower decoration like Raflesia Arnoldi stuck to disturb the eyes. The flower decoration was even larger than the size of her bag.

Agus was looking at Tini who was looking down on the menu book. “Tin..I want mint—”.

While preoccupied with selecting the menu on the list, Tini glanced at her mobile phone vibrating on the table. He heard Agus' words at a glance but the name on the phone immediately distracted him.

“Ha? What Sir? I answered the phone first yes..” Tini said to Agus then grabbed his phone.

“Yes, please—silak—” Agus's remarks were truncated because Tini was already talking on the phone.

“Yes? Yes—yes...Here! I am Tini's. Who is thiiiss? (Yes. I'm Tini. Who's thisiii?)” ask Tini at the caller. It turns out that the basic conversation in English learned in school has been useful since yesterday.

“Oh—What—what? I don’t know (What? I don't know). Yes? Geez... By the way opo iki?” tini's murmur didn't understand.

“Who the hell?” agus began to fall apart.

“This Mr. Omaar Sir.... General Manager of the hotel I met yesterday. I don't understand Mr. Omaar said what. Could-"

“Sini hape you,” pinta Agus reached out asking for Tini's phone.

Agus put Tini's phone in his ear to answer the phone.

“Yes? Okay. No, I am just translator for Miss Tini. Okay I am listening (Yes? Okay. No, I'm just the interpreter for Miss Tini. Okay, I'm listening),” Agus said on the phone.

Tini looked at Agus slightly agape. He was really curious what Mr. Omaar called him during the day off.

Before long Agus ended the conversation with an annoyed face and put Tini's phone on the table.

“Mmm...Sir? Mr. Omaar said what?” tini said carefully.

“Tomorrow you were invited to lunch together. His secretary will contact you to arrange an invitation. Wait for her secretary to call again.” Agus called a servant.

“Ohhh...Maiy...Gaaattt.” Tini shut her mouth.

“Do not let! You don't have to think of a macem. It was just a professional lunch as a co-worker. Like he has no work until you take lunch,” ketus Agus.

“Yes Mr. Omaar tomorrow lunch with me Sir.” Tini said cheerfully. “Yeah—ya geez..had eaten I went straight home yes sir. I want to buy new clothes,” Tini.

Agus threw an annoyed look at Tini. He then ordered a lot of menus to keep Tini busy that afternoon.

Tini who was feeling up and coming back hummed cheerfully while flipping through the menu book in her hand.

*****

Mr. Wirya was holding Mima in his left arm. While Dul walked between Mr. Wirya and Bara who were walking around the housing complex in the morning.

Mima is 9 months old and is now actively enforcing her body to learn to step.

“Mima..” call Mr. Wirya. “The name is not wrong, it is beautiful. Akung. Same with the name Mas Dul. His name Dul was derived from the name of a noble hearted father ‘kan Ra?” asked Mr. Wirya to look at his son.

“Not that, I also thought at first. But it turns out the meaning of the name Dul is deeper in meaning. Therefore his sister must be called Mima..” Bara replied holding a small hand Mima who was on the shoulder of Mr. Wirya.

“That means?” Wirya asked again.

The To Be Continued.....