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"Loh sir, said Mr Opram his warehouse on the road merdeka?" rizal asked confusedly. Because he was sure that the warehouse of Jalan Merdeka had passed several blocks before.

"Udah, Zal. You are only being asked, which is important to follow the direction of Mr. Prayitno only," said Mr. Handoko.

Rizal mangosteen, although in his heart he began to feel suspicious. These two people were acting like never before. Like something was hidden.

The three of them then turned to a new building that looked more like a luxury office building than a warehouse.

"Udah up, you go down Zal."

Rizal also followed the direction of Mr. Prayitno. The tall, thin man, with a thick mustache similar to Charlie Chaplin was walking the front. Some receptionists seemed to greet him kindly and warmly. This is not the first time he has entered this place.

"You wait on the side first," said Mr. Prayitno while pointing at a sofa in the corner of the second floor room. Rizal and Handoko nodded simultaneously. Before long, Mr. Prayitno came but he was not alone. Rather coming up with a woman dressed in formal attire and a tight skirt is similar to the appearance of secretaries in Korean dramas.

"Rizal, come with me and this beautiful Ma'am," 

The two walked behind the beautiful and sexy woman, towards an elevator that looked different from the others. The elevator they were riding was larger, with a combination of golden colors and maroon red carpet. Luxury, that's the first impression that Rizal felt when riding it.

"Sir Prayitno, you wait here first. Come, come with me," the woman ordered Rizal to come with her, which Rizal, of course, had to obey.

It turned out that he was taken to a long hallway with a red carpet as if going to a big event. The sound of the woman's high heels echoed, signifying how big and lonely this place was. Honestly, Rizal was horrified by himself as he was brought deeper and deeper.  Moreover, there was not a single word that the woman said while carrying her. There's no clue. Rizal did not know where to take him.

They both stopped in a large room with an automatic door that opened by itself when the woman in front of him said on the interphone that she was already at the door.

"Please come in" said the woman for the first time' she showed a smile behind her red-eyed lips. Rizal nodded, hesitantly stepping into the room behind the automatic door.

The large room turned out to be just a giant workspace with a minimalist design. The large window behind the workbench presents a special view of the city landscape when viewed from this height. Even the ocean at the end of the City can be seen pounding from here. Is beautiful. That was the first thing he felt when he saw it. Luxury, of course, no cheap stuff perched in this room. The floor under his feet looks classy. Very different from the other rooms.

Rizal still stood nailing, the woman stood up and did nothing. Both are in silence. Until knock after beat of the echoing high heels came and drew nearer.

The woman in her thirties came and greeted Rizal, "so .. is that you?" only that word came out of his lips. If you can glare, and it is not a disrespectful act actually Rizal wants to glare because he himself does not believe what his eyes see.

The woman who had just come was beautiful, very beautiful. The scent of vanilla mixed with lavender burst into her respiratory cavity when the woman entered this large room.

"Shera, leave us alone. There's something important that I need to talk to this young man about" said the nameless woman.

The beautiful woman who had just nodded reverently, then immediately walked out of the room as the woman ordered.

"Sit down, don't be afraid."

"B—good." Not fear, but rather confusion that makes him unable to control cold sweat.

"How old are you?" the sharp-eyed beautiful woman looked at him full of probing.

"Twenty-one November,"

"Oh .. Your birthday is soon. We should celebrate,"

"Do you know why I called you here?" ask the woman again. This time a smile adorned his lips.

"T—no, I don't know. No one told me why I was brought here,"

"All right, just go ahead. Do you want to work for me?"

"Is this an offer?"

"Wage?"

"Five times to seven times your current job" replied the woman quickly, a smile appeared.

"Working hours?"

"Six hours, even less. Depends on the number of customers and orders."

"What kind of work should I do?"

"I need you as a waitress in my lounge. If you agree then you must sign this employment agreement. Come here tomorrow morning, let my people take you to a new workplace. Wear a nice, clean white shirt."

For a moment Rizal fell silent, this offer was tempting. Why was he chosen to do this job? Without thinking long considering the magnitude of the need for life. Without thinking for a long time he immediately signed the employment contract. After all, being a servant is not a difficult job that requires certain skills.

"Alright, so come here tomorrow morning. It's nine." The woman took two pieces of paper from Rizal's hand.

"Well I'll come tomorrow at nine,"

****

Upon returning to the office, Rizal immediately got bad news from Indah. The sweet black woman continued to talk about the many rumors that circulated behind the sacking of Ilana which was felt very suddenly.

"If I believe there is a big conspiracy behind the sacking of Ms Ilana! There was no one who dared to bother him. You see, anyway he's a former wife-to-be son of the director sir."

"Lah ... your mouth, use contraceptive— theory talk"

"CONSPIRACY! Mr Opram! Contraception!" sela Indah protested.

"That's what I mean,"

"Abson Ilana's gone from the office, sir?" Rizal tried to dig up the info.

"Udah. Earlier this morning, Mrs Ilana took an online taxi. It's got a lot of it, it's boxy. But the basic is a good person, it was fitting to go a lot of nangisin especially the OB same CS." Obviously Mr. Opram while he was snooping on the table, "other one for me!" exquisitely shouted that was brewing tea for a lunchmate.

"Newly nyomot one," murmured Mr. Opram lirih.

"One how?! One plus one plus one more sluggish, already three do it one, habit!" beautiful Cerocos. The two people are always like cats and mice in cartoons, if again together they always shake. But if separated from each other miss each other.

"Oh, yes .. was actually Ms. Ilana tuh before going nyariin you come here, but I ask instead of pretending to ask for cardboard."

"Ah ... serious, sir?" Rizal widened his eyes.

"Ciyeeeeeee ... " Great chiming.

"Ciye what the hell Mbak Indah," said Rizal timidly.

"Oh yes, by the way starting tomorrow you are transferred to a luxury hotel with the boss sir's son?" tanya Indah kepo's.

"Boss sir's son?" Rizal asked back.

"Yes ... hotel is the one who has the stepson of Mr. Boss. Actually, the hotel was Mas Alvan. But since his death, who managed to replace the stepson of the big boss." Inda's apology certainly made Rizal think, was Pak Bos's stepson a beautiful woman earlier?