Crazy Boss
Gain Trust
Notes from the Author: I himbaukan, that the writing language this time is different. This can be mentioned in my own language. It is non-standard language. With the words "I" and "you" a little formality. But I use it according to my own cheerful criteria. North Sumatra regional languages and other slang languages. If you think there is something strange about my language. Our distinctive features vary, bro. so. happy reading...
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The old-fashioned cell phone alarm clock has sounded for the fourth time, the owner has not yet awakened from his subconscious dreamland.
"Eum.. really stormy, anyway! want to sleep peacefully also can not," repet it to yourself
Looking at a zero-eight point cell phone clock twenty-six minutes less than five seconds. Directly the two eyeballs are still closed half wide perfectly without any sense of eye dirt middle attached was no longer felt.
"Buskey! Late myself! Fucking phone!" hurrying him to get off that flat bed, the blanket wrapped around his legs was hard for him to get off perfectly.
Pork!
Oh... sick... lontong sontoloyo p*listen!
Self-cussing, innocent inanimate objects themselves commit without sin.
Twenty minutes later, complete with all the clothes, hair, bags, shoes finished.
The time to go to the interview, the trip was so jammed, there was no day called the pitch.
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Has arrived at the tall building, where he visited when evicted by security and mbak sok cakepan. With a smile as sweet as heaven published his face.
The gatekeeper looked back at the teenage girl's face, stopping her. Makes Jelita look at him.
"Sorry, why come to this office?" tanya Sekuriti emblazoned name tag Wahyudi Sukro. Old name, it deserves the way of saying it is also old school.
"I want an interview, you know," he replied arrogantly.
"the intterview? there was no notification from the information side." he asked again.
"Indeed have to go through the father first if anyone wants an interview?" the answer was to ask the same security.
Not long after a forty-year-old woman approached two humans who were fighting with their mouths.
"With Jelita ardhiza Cwenzie?" a soft voice that was so friendly for Jelita turned her head towards the hearing.
"Yes" said Jelita. His two round eyes were dazzled with a face that was so seductive and beautiful.
"Please follow me, Revelation Mr. Ardian calls you." a soft voice becomes an affirming tone.
The revelation was immediately tense to hear reports that the owner of this company called him.
Jelita stuck out her tongue at the security guard's revelation, then followed the forty-year-old woman. Jelita glanced at the direction where her workers information was different.
What's fired, huh?
Maybe, rasain is indeed who asked to compete pretentiously cutepan.
"Please," welcome him kindly
Jelita stepped her feet into a room so spacious, and the air temperature was very cold. Silent and lonely.
Bussyet! this is a graveyard that the office is not filled.
"This is some psychotes up to which the ability to do problems is on this paper. You have 30 minutes from now" she explained, giving Jelita some questions and blank papers to fill in the answers.
Jelita also observed every piece of writing and words on the paper. Deftly he began to cross out every problem there.
A CCTV camera in the room where Jelita is working on IQ psychotes.
The man watched him every second, in a magnifier that looks like a scrap of paper answers full of formulas and writing so neat.
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"Bang, one sweet jumbo iced tea, the same fried portion mixed!" yelled Jelita was sitting in one of the stalls near the building where she was interviewing earlier.
The sun is right for his stomach to get hungry. The money in the pocket is starting to thin, not to mention waiting for a complicated job.
"Interview, huh, Neng?" ask the brother of the fried seller to put a serving of fried same jumbo drink on his desk.
"Yes, no, Bang." he answered directly in the jumbo clear glass in the shake-sugar alamak very much
"Oh my goodness, Bang. It's so sweet to have diabetes, me" she added
"Nothing, Neng, sweet than tasteless taste was faded," replied the brother of the fried seller.
Jelita laughed, "It could be, brother! How, deserted, huh?"
"No, Neng, what time is it? Later at noon twelve o'clock will be a lot of fried brother was up there is no rest."
"Oh..."
While waiting for the sun to hide on the back of the cloud, he saw the phone title first, no camera, or screen color. But old school just looks black and white.
Playing the game snake ladder is already his habit, jumbo drinks ludes in his shakes let alone fried. It had been a long time sitting in the stall until the customers started coming one by one.
He got up from his seat, reached into the bag of a piece of ten thousand pink color give the same fried seller.
"No need, Neng, it's free." refused the brother.
"Well, it's free, well, I'm not good with you. Not necessarily I come here again." he said Jelita still give to the fried seller.
"No Neng, usually if the first time to the cafe brother, free, you see, right.. Not necessarily customers at this hour come to eat my fried food" he said
Jelita pulled the ten thousand in the deposit back. "Then, thank you, Bang. Later I will be accepted, you will not treat Abang, hopefully this day is in demand, yes! Unplug, Bang!"
Jelita raised her foot leaving a trail in the stall. Then the salesman called someone on the other side.
"Everything is safe, sir" he said
"...."
"Good, sir."
On the cover back of his phone customers have come to buy, while Jelita waits for a bus or public transportation back to his boarding house.
Arriving at the boarding house, just like at the stall. Not paid for. This Angkot also does not want to receive payment from him.
Jelita began to wonder, what with today. It's a free day, huh?