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Chapter 1 First Day Internal Part 1

A beautiful morning to start a beautiful day. Maybe that's what Dinda Lestari is thinking, an ex-student who just held her bachelor's degree a month ago. He is currently choosing the clothes he will wear for the first day of work.

Sunday is the day when people are lazy. But not with Dinda who was ready with a lot of her laundry this morning. Some of the blasters, shirts and shirts he just bought yesterday were neatly washed this morning.

“Din, you should have washed from yesterday. If today it rains, it will not dry, lo.”, said Ratna, Ibu Dinda who is also busy in the kitchen preparing a catering order khitanan.

“Gpp, Mom. For tomorrow Dinda is ready. Clothes that were then made for interview.”, replied Dinda while hanging one by one clothes hanger to the top of the clothesline.

“Abis it, help mom wrap her yellow rice, yes. Already awaited, Arga will be between the hours of 10.”, said Ratna back.

Ratna, Ibu Dinda pursue her job as a food catering service seller for large events or homegrown since 10 years ago. In the past, when she was young, Ratna was able to quickly prepare catering. Now, he must be helped by his son and daughter because it has often hurt the waist if sitting too long.

“Mba, work where?”, Arga appears with hair that is still random - scramble from the room while wrapping a towel around his neck.

“Multinational Consulting Company. Anyway cool, deh. Not easy to enter situ.”, said Dinda with pride.

Dinda has been diligent for a month looking for work in various companies that suit her majors. The real hope is to be able to get a job once you finish college. But, unlike his friends, it took him a month to get it.

Dinda also has to be legowo because of the job she can not yet as a full-time employee, but only intern.

“Internal how long is the contract, mba?”, asked Arga again. In her mouth now was an egg that she carelessly comot from her mother's catering basin.

“Contract is 1 year. Later if the work is good, can be appointed full time employee.”, said Dinda who is ready to take a seat to wrap her mother's yellow rice package.

“Wah lama also ya.... I later how, yes?”, said Arga. Funny he's been talking about something serious. Usually he is just busy gathering with his friends. But the more he came here he had started thinking about his future as well.

“You could say so. Now it is difficult if you want to find a permanent one. The salary is good too. But do not think intern here the work is just a copy photo, yes.”, said Dinda while painstakingly printing yellow rice and put it in a plastic box.

“Eh I think so. It's good that way. Yes, the pack is hunted. At 11 am I play to the house temen.”, Arga sipped a drink to help him swallow two boiled eggs that he put earlier in his mouth. Before long, he immediately stroked into the bathroom.

****

“It turns out not to be this easy. Yesterday the feeling of fitting interview was close distance. Why now so far away, yes.”, Dinda complains while wiping her sweat with a tissue. He had just boarded a public transport to drive him to his new office.

“Mba, sorry excuse me, I'm pregnant, can ask for her seat.”, a pregnant passenger cooed her arm to change seats.

“Oh yes, please mba.”, replied Dinda with a smile.

‘Padala I have walked 10 minutes and waited quiet so I could have a seat. Once I get pregnant, why do people get pregnant. Sometimes I want to get pregnant, so I can sit.’, he thought grumbling in his heart, even though his face was very friendly.

The vehicle is moving slowly. The jams are incredible. If in total - total, the travel time taken is about 1 hour. He left very early in the morning.

“Good morning, mba. I'm a new intern here. Going to lt. 15, Consulting.” Company, Dinda said as soon as she reached the front lobby.

“Ohiya, please identity card. This access entry, yes.”, the Receptionist smiled and gave him an access card.

“Thank you, mba.”, replied Dinda briefly with a smile.

He started to pass through the elevator entrance. Luckily, he remembered how to use the access card. This building is among the most advanced. We no longer need to dial the floor number in the elevator. Once inside the front gate of the elevator, the access card will read the floor settings that we go to and tell which elevator to ride.

“Aduh!”, Dinda accidentally dropped her phone due to a falling out with someone upon entering the elevator. He took it back with heart. Luckily his phone did not jump into the elevator.

‘Why don't people who crash apologize, anyway! I'm clear - obviously he who hit first.’, Dinda can only grumble because the person who hit him did not apologize to him. The man is tall. The suit is parlente and there is a distinctive fragrant aroma coming out of his body. Very tempting, thought Dinda. It must be expensive perfume. The aroma makes me feel at home. ‘Eh said what the hell I am. Is this an influence because I have grown up, yes.’

Dinda didn't dare to meet that guy. He only dared to look at the reflection of the card clad in the neck of the man on the reflection of the elevator mirror.

‘Arya Pradana.’, Dinda read it quietly in her heart. He still did not want to look at that person. His aura is very strong. Like a killer lecturer who catches wet students arrive late.

‘Wait, I just realized, in this elevator it's just me and him, yeah. There's no one else. Arya Pradana .as ever seen. But forget where.’ is, said Dinda still in the heart. Because he was very nervous and rushed and tired, he did not realize that the elevator that would take him to the 15th floor was just the two of them.

Ting.the elevator door is open. The man immediately gawked out. The suit was neat with a branded document bag in his left hand. While his right hand was holding a glass of coffee that he occasionally inhaled.

‘Hopefully he's not in the same division as me. One look at it already knows that he must be the boss, the level manager or Division Head. The aura is really creepy. Definitely fierce. Where had not seen his face again.’

Unlike the man named Arya, Dinda can only look to the security section to ask for the door to be opened. He is still internal and does not have an access card to the office. He only has access to the 15th floor.

****

“OK, everything has been signed, yes. Here's your access card. Later each of your Supervisors will introduce you to their respective sections. Hopefully at home, yes work here.”, that's how you think - think welcome from HRD to us interns.

There were 10 interns who entered in this reception period. We don't really know how many registrants there are. Clearly, this quarter received the most intern.

“Ohiya, Dinda. Especially for you directly to the meeting room ‘America’ aja, yes. Your division happens to be at 10 there's Town Hall. Later there you immediately met the Supervisor, yes.”, HRD had stopped Dinda who just wanted to get out of the room.

“Oh yes, Mom. Sorry, meeting room ‘America’ is next to where, yes?”, replied Dinda calm, but actually in her heart she was very stubborn. The first day was Town Hall.

‘Eh but by the way, Town Hall is what yes.’, he murmured inwardly.

“You remember the third interview spot with your prospective supervisor? Well, from there you stay straight, later turn to the right directly meeting room ‘America’, yes. Coincidentally deket - the decket is also your division area.

“Oh, fine. Thanks, Mom.”, she replied calmly.

“Ohiya, later if for example there is a storm - noisily or angry - angry, do not be afraid, yes. Was ordinary. And you just entered, so certainly not you who were scolded.”, added the HRD again with a smile.

‘Duh, how about. So the more tense, right.’, the first new period of work has to see angry people - angry. Where I'm innate can at least see there's a commotion. Hopefully this HRD is just a nakut - nakutin aja.

Dinda walked over while glancing right left. Despite her nervousness, she still had time to admire the workplace. He could see some people talking on the phone. Some are still casually talking while sipping coffee. There are also those who have run in panic to the copier.

From a distance Dinda accidentally met a look with Devan, the man who was also a period of internal with her earlier. They don't actually know each other. Just because she was in the same room earlier, Dinda felt the need to smile.

Dinda looked up, saying ‘Marketing Division’. Looks like he was placed in the Marketing division, he thought. The man also turned to smile at her.

Dinda continued the steps to find the meeting room used during the interview some time ago. He had forgotten - forgot to remember the truth. Finally he asked where the American meeting room was to a female employee who was photocopying the material in the left room.

“Oh I happen to also want to go to the American meeting room. You are with me, aja.”, he replied when Dinda asked. His tone is very friendly. Dinda's nervousness slowly disappeared.

‘Maybe it's just my feelings. People here are richly friendly - friendly.’

“Still, mba.”, replied Dinda briefly while following the mba earlier.

“You're new, huh? I've never seen.”, He's still busy changing - change the order of the paper in his hand.

“Oh yes mba, I am a new intern for the division `Digital Strategy and Development’.”, replied Dinda briefly. He's still not used to it. Rather than being considered familiar, Dinda chose a brief according to the question.

“Ahh. next division, yes. Coincidentally the Head is no more, tuh.”, replied mba was relaxed.

“Ohiya, I'm Rhea. I'm Assistant Manager in Analytics Division. I used to be your rich intern too. Let's not be tense. I changed the language, yes. Anyway, we'll meet a lot later at work. Although not often. Here is the American meeting room. See you later, yes.”. The woman named Rhea immediately entered and took a seat.

The room was huge, but there were only a few benches inside. At least half the capacity of the people present. Dinda can already know that those who sit must be those who have positions only. Just like Rhea. He's ready on the middle bench. Before that, he had just placed the materials that were printed by him on the front desk.

One by one the employees came in and filled the room. There were still some empty seats, but no one dared to sit on them. Shortly thereafter, there appeared several other employees who from his appearance were definitely the bosses - the big boss as level as Manager. Some of them pat Dinda on the shoulder. A woman with a level stature, gray heel, a simple coat and a coffee in her hand. Just like a model. Her hair was long and blond. Seems to have been painted intentionally.

It also uses unusual nail-arts for employee size. The Nail Art is colorful and there is little ornamentation but because it is too small, Dinda cannot recognize it. The clothes are sexy, the skirt is below the knee but there is a cleavage up to about 5 cm above the knee.

Dinda immediately recognized the man. He is his supervisor. The manager interviewed him a while ago. Dinda immediately smiled as she welcomed the woman's hand. Dinda barely recognized him, as his appearance was a little different from the first time they met. Her hair was blond, but at that time she did not wear neat clothes and her hair was also rolled up and glazed - eyes.

“Welcome to join ya, Dinda. We meet first, I'll brief you after this. In the first place, yes. Equally do not be surprised, yes.”, he said with a smile and left Dinda to take a seat on one of the benches. He sat next to a man. He knew the man, he was the head of the Digital Strategy and Development Division who also interviewed Dinda during the recruitment process. More precisely to be a jury for all applicants who entered in shortlisted candidates as many as 20 people.

Although not the same, but the words are exactly like the HRD earlier. What will happen at this meeting. So thought thought Dinda's mind.

Seriate...