CEO Rescue Me!
CHAPTER 218 – FACES
Assistant secretary Hans walked out of the room. He looked at Kinanti.
“Nona, please come in,” her hand holds the door for the girl who is standing and tidying up her black skirt.
“Thank you,” Kinanti nodded then walked into Hans's study.
As he entered Hans's room, the assistant closed the door without making a sound. He did not leave the room, the young man directed Kinanti to sit on the chair that was in front of Hans' desk. Then he stood straight behind Kinanti.
Hans is still signing the papers.
“Master Alwin is here?” ask him while putting the file on the table and then look at his assistant.
“Not yet, Sir. The driver gave a severe congestion code at Simpang Lima.”
“OK.. Let me see.” Hans squinted his eyes in front of his laptop then nodded. Then looked towards Kinanti who was looking at him timidly.
“You from accounting division?”
“Iya Sir.”
Hans stared at Kinanti at a sharp glance and then cleared his throat.
“I called you here not for job reasons. But for personal reasons.”
Kinanti was still waiting for the continuation of Hans' sentence with fingers together.
“It about Adinda.”
“Adinda?” dahi Kinanti wrinkled, “Adinda who said as his future wife Pak Agung who is still in High School, Tuan?”
Hans stared for a long time. Assess and study the face of the Kinanti. Hans frowned. Why the more you see the face of Kinanti she so remembered with someone, I don't know who she forgot again.
Being stared at like that made Kinanti shudder in horror but also blush.
[Don't, Mr. Hans has taken a heart out of me.] Kinanti lowered her blush while tucking the hair behind her ears.
The Kinanti Movement awakened Hans from his daydream. He doesn't like Kinanti's body gestures. Hans's voice turned sour and his attitude was colder, keeping his distance.
“Adinda is indeed the future wife of Mr. Agung,” Hans leaned his body.
Kinanti felt like she had the wind to tell stories.
“Hmmm like this Mr.. yesterday Adinda was in the room of Mr. Agung after they previously had lunch together outside the office break, Mr..”
“Oh yes?” Hans tilted his face, looking like he was willing to listen further.
“Mmm that.. Mr. Agung is a new person in Sanjaya Group, maybe he does not know the rules in this office. Maybe in his old office was freed bringing people from outside into his room. Moreover, the status of the girl is his future wife.” Kinanti smiled slightly as she tucked her hair back behind her ear.
“Then?” Hans glanced at the smiling assistant behind Kinanti.
“I'm worried they're dating in the office, sir. Especially preceded by lunch together.” Kinanti's voice sounded not as shaky as she just entered the room. His smile expanded as he finished his story.
“Oh, so ya?” Hans took his gawai then made a phone call and pressed the loudspeaker button.
A cheerful teenage voice sounded at the end there.
“Halo assalamu’alaikum. Bang Hans, tumben's calling.. Bang, mumpung Abang is on the phone, will soon enter Bang. Dinda wants it, Finland's a monarchy isn't it? What capital.. Dinda forgot again.”
“Wa’alaikumussalam. O Allah.. Dinda. Brother has not answered any greetings you have flocked Abang with many questions like that. Hence learning right.”
“Bang Hans, please.. Buruan, just enter nih.”
“Finland is not a monarchy but a parliamentary republic. Helsinki City. What are you doing and where the hell?”
“Again in canteen Bang. Again eating fried foods..hhhhhh, Oh Allah, Ma'am..rawitnya very hard anyway.. hhhhh Water Bu.. so how much?” the voices of the mothers who answered Adinda.
“Din.. count his true fried foods,” Hans laughs, “Do not eat three nganya one.”
“Dih, sorry is yaw. Hhhhh pedes.” heard the voice of his friend who called telling him to hurry, “Bang Hans already yes. Dinda wants to run to class. Greetings to Baby Andra and Mama Hana. Take her home again. Excite there you guys. Assalamu’alaikum Bang Hans.”
She turned off her phone without waiting for Hans to respond.
Hans replied to Adinda's greeting while looking at her dress with a big smile, [True the word Great, the base of the leak.].
The smile on Hans face disappeared quickly as he looked at the pretty face before him. Now, Kinanti looked at him with a trembling gaze. A panicked expression was clearly visible on his face.
“Adinda my sister.”
“Mmmma’af Sir. I don't mean to.”
Then continuing his speech, the change in the look of Kinanti's face became his own entertainment for Hans. He dislikes the nyiny and pretentious attitude that tends to slander others.
“Sanjaya Group does not recruit canned employees let alone use the katabelece line. Even though Mr. Agung had just experienced a disaster he did not become whiny and spoiled by asking for a long sick leave. Do you know for yourself that he was in a meeting with a patient's shirt on a hospital bed? Also check the weekly and monthly accounting reports on time to Mr Kusumawardhani?”
Kinanti nodded nervously. Lips locked. His fingers crumpled at each other again.
“Pak Agung has also become like family to me. About Adinda, although she is still in high school uniform, but she is entitled to be in this building because she is the adopted daughter of Mr and Mrs Alwin Sanjaya as well Mr and Mrs Kusumawardhani.”
Kinanti. Coughing and then silence.
“I don't want you to breathe unfounded rumors about Adinda or about Mr. Agung,” Hans said to Kinanti who lowered her head to make her hair cover half of her face.
“Sssaya ti.dak.”
“When I or my people hear rumors about my younger siblings, then I know where those rumors come from, “ Hans inscribed Kinanti's unfinished speech.
“One more time, about the office rules, I will ask the employee Sanjaya Group who is not hijab to tidy his hair. Especially a woman with long hair like you. This is the office, the atmosphere to work as a team work, not as a means to spread the charm by grinding long hair, fan here and there, intermittently have to tidy his hair... use a hair tie or hair clip to keep your hair tidy. Do not equate an office in the real world with an office in Drakor or Hollywood.”
Kinanti looked down deeper.
“Understand you?”
“Iiyaa Tuan..” Kinanti's voice sounded slowly.
“If you feel you disagree with the rules in Sanjaya Group, please submit a resignation letter. The company will pay all your severance and salary appropriately.”
“Ssa..ya.. still want to work at Sanjaya Group, Mr..”
“Good. Obey rules. And I don't want the company that I'm fighting for to be a place of ghibah or rumors that are not clear, he said,” Hans squinted his eyes again watching the look on Kinanti's face while recalling the look on whose face resembled that woman.
“Satya,” Hans staring at his assistant.
“Yes Mr Hans?”
“You have a rubber band? Give it to this Miss.”
Satya walked towards the wall cupboard on the left side of Kinanti. Pick up the folder and remove the rubber band that ties one of the documents there.
“Nona, please wear this to tie her hair.”
Kinanti received the green-colored rubber band with a trembling hand. Then tie his hair simply. He lowered his face again.
“Satya, escort this Miss out. Make sure the rules I made were circulating throughout the division at this time also yes.”
“Good Mr. Hans.”
Kinanti stood up and bowed her body in front of Hans.
“Ma’af my sassness has vilified Adinda and Pak Agung earlier, Mr. Hans. Sssaya promised not to repeat it again..”.
Hans nodded, “Ya.yes.. Don't repeat it again.”
He took the file and opened it to start reading the contents.
“I pamit. Thank you very much, Mr. Hans.”
“Hmmm,” Hans eyes fixed on the file he read.
When his assistant had closed the door of his room, Hans leaned back. Lips throbbing. His hand knocked on the table regularly, a sign he was thinking.
The panicked and frightened facial and eye expressions looked familiar to Hans. But who? Why did he forget?
While in the elevator, Kinanti did not stop regretting her stupidity. How could he forget the Great's description that Adinda was Hans Alvaro's adoptive sister as well?
Seeing how Adinda and Hans interacted while on the phone, everyone would also know how familiar they were. Even the cold-faced Hans suddenly laughed and smiled widely when he heard Adinda's voice.
He rubbed the sweat that felt flowing at his temple, even though the elevator he climbed was too cold to make people sweat.
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Don't be Lambe Turah..
Shame is it?
Btw, Babang Hans remembered whose face he was?