A TWISTED MIND'S
Chapter 14's

Chapter 14's

One week passed, I was comfortable and found an exciting work rhythm here. After several meetings with other departments and the number of jobs that intersect with other parts made me start to know many people in the office.

Now my world does not revolve only in Muthia or the Star that is still keukeh mengamah to me.

As of this moment, I invited all the planning staff to dinner at one of the foodcourts in the nearest mall. Other than as a sign of introduction, this I did purely with the intention of sharing with them. I could have just that, if forced to eat at an expensive restaurant, well, it would be very burdensome for the health of my pocket.

They will be the people closest to me, the people who will always support and of course can be relied upon to ease the burden of my work.

I am happy to know them, the atmosphere of work becomes more alive with a strong sense of brotherhood between each other. Indeed there are those who seem prominent and ambitious, some seem mediocre but the work is satisfying and some are a little difficult to control. But that is not a problem, as long as they are professionals, everything can be compromised.

Of my 11 staff, 5 are men, 3 are married and 2 are single. I do not know and do not want to know also 2 bachelors earlier what each open relationship or each already have a love of heart. Likewise with the female staff, there are still 3 people who are single and all of them are fanatical fans of the Ocean.

Speaking of the Ocean, since he left the meeting room at that time, he has not returned to the office since. Reportedly there is family business.

However, there is news that says his mother is sick, some are speculating that the Ocean is most likely preparing for her wedding.

Whatever it is, if indeed his mother is sick, I hope that soon all the pain will be removed. In a way, I still remember the beautiful oriental face of the Ocean mother, the person was friendly and kind, as I recall.

And if it is true that the Ocean will have its wedding, I also pray that it will last until death separates.

We deliberately went to the mall after Maghrib prayer, lazy ablution and praying in the mall. Most of the prayer is in the parking lot, where the wudhunya is not comfortable because the place is not given a full partition so it does not guarantee that the woman's aura is not visible to those who are not mahromnya.

"Yesss... eat..eat... free... This is called anugratis?" Said Mr. Haris excited, he is famous for cheerful and most can melt the atmosphere.

"Sir Haris is the most advanced when it comes to free meals?" Ervi responded half-literate.

"Maclums, a lot of kids at school all. Eat well and free!" Mr. Haris defended himself.

All just laughed slowly watching Mr. Haris and Ervi who mutually agree, some do not mind and make the theme of the conversation themselves.

I am sitting near Muthia and Mr. Haris certainly more interested in hearing their babbling.

"Pak Harias if you want to pack, you can." My bid for him.

"Ah, Miss Venus, don't do that. You are embarrassed but really want to be forced by your mother!"

"Huuuu...." Another loud voice cheered Mr. Haris.

"Well, let alone a bachelor like Mr. Rizky, a boarding boy anyway, come home later bring a package, quite hot for breakfast tomorrow?" This time Arnes' mother was the most senior employee in our department to respond.

"Ah, Arnes' mother knows the most of the sufferings of believers like me." Rizky confirmed with her joke.

"Please everybody. Anybody who wants a hayo wrap, I guarantee it, Venus's mother pays." Muthia said ending their fanfare because all of our ordered food was on the table.

I raised both my thumbs justifying Muthia's words.

We ate while talking and joking. From there I know a lot about them tonight. Of course for those who are married, the most dominating thing is not far from the discussion about child affairs.

I don't talk much myself, I'd rather listen to them.

Because it's weekend, Muthia and I mba with 5 other people continued watching the film. The mothers and fathers all chose to go home.

Now I, Irawan, Rizky, Sita, Ervi, Maya and mba Muthia walked towards the cinema on the 4th floor of the mall building.

I walked side by side with Irawan because we had discussed our favorite football team which turned out to be rivals. I'm a Manchester United supporter while Irawan a Liverpool fan. Seru dong certainly.

Inevitably we are teased each other and of course I am the object of suffering here because the performance of Manchester United is currently at its lowest nadir.

Arriving at the Cinema, Rizky volunteered as a queueer to buy tickets while Mba and Maya bought snacks.

I myself covered the toilet, I do not want my watching activity paused because of defecation, especially if the film is exciting but hunted.

It turns out Irawan was the same, he also all wanted to go to the toilet first. So we walked back together to the toilet. With this Irawan, he just has a conversation material that I don't think is boring and fun to be invited to combrol. The point is to connect if he is the same.

The position of the male toilet is first found then later the female toilet. Irawan immediately turned into the men's toilet while I was still walking a few steps to get to the women's toilet. When I was about to turn into the female toilet area, my eyes caught the figure that had been missed by every woman in the office where I worked, one week, minus I was of course standing not far from the ladies' toilet door.

Our eyes whistled at each other for about 5 seconds, but he was instantly distracted when an Indo woman came out of the toilet and then slipped spoiled on his arm. Although his face was flat finding the girl swaying him, but he did not seem to mind.

The ocean looked at me with a threatening look and walked away with the woman. Beautiful and sexy women. They look very harmonious. Beautiful and handsome, sexy and perverted. A perfect blend.

Not wanting to take a headache, I continued my original intention of coming here.

I hope that Samudera and her girl meet Mba Muthia and the others, let it be after this be a heartbroken day at the head office. I'm sincere, if anyone wants to make a thank you, maybe I'll consider it to come and donate a broken heart song there.