DIFFERING
Chap 50 (Defamation)

...Rest assured, in every trial there must be wisdom that God has arranged as best as possible. Exceed what man expects. The key is to be sincere and patient. ...

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Zoya didn't think she could survive this month. Able to survive under the pressure of the Director who never saw what the original task of a Zoya prameswari who only as a writer and editor of the team. Goddamnit! Not only in the soap operas that he sees now, but the story is true. A boss who is disdainful towards his employees Zoya has experienced for the past month. Being the errand boy of an Alvaro genandra is the thing that Zoya avoids the most. Every day there is the behavior of the adult man that makes him annoyed. For example, having Zoya print a lot of reports that should not be her responsibility. However, there is something worse than the director's order, namely the mouths of other employees.

"That's a fucking paper. Though also just an employee here, uh know-know-knows even be a teaser here and there."

"Yes, not exactly the same kind of friendly face. Mah, it's rotten inside. I really like to get the attention of Mr Al, so that yes-yes yesterday asked Mr Al to come home to know?!"

"Yes, time? That far he's lacquered? Holy hooch! Not very much!"

"So people are self-conscious a few times! Don't see what he's carrying like the earth is like the sky, what?!"

"Everything is embat! No, Mr. Al, Zafir, Chiko, Jerry, all that! Basic SASIMO!"

And blah blah blah. The four women who were not far away from where he stood were still glancing cynically. Then began to disperse when Caca approached Zoya who was still arranging some of the report paper.

"Zoy, let me deliver, will you?" caca said while patting Zoya on the shoulder. The look of his new best friend clearly exuded worry, anxiety, pity, and I don't know it all makes Zoya more uncomfortable.

"I'm normal, Ca. Yes, although honestly it does not feel good to say this is it. But, I am Fine."

Caca nodded. It was a sweet smile that he could give. Knowing about the rumour for almost a week it makes him feel sorry for Zoya who is the topic here and there. But Caca, Angel, and Zafir can what? If a lot of mouths that have been eaten by nonsense that came out of nowhere.

"Yaudah, let me just take you to the director's room. Let's not run later."

"I'm okay, but you take it yourself if 'The Lion' is raging," Zoya replied with a small chuckle that made Caca tick.

"I hope I don't go berserk, I'll get sprayed."

"I don't know how the Lion is when it's raging."

"You are ordinary, am I? Can die stiff, get a cold look already made lemes."

"Where, so aren't you going to take it?"

Caca was silent for a moment. Then nodded in broken. For friends! For the sake of Zoya did not get any more gossip, Caca was willing to get tantrums or the sharp gaze of 'Lion'

"Okay, thanks for the most beautiful Caca. I'll buy it sometime, okay?!"

"OK," replied Caca weakly as he stepped foot carrying a few stacks of reports that Zoya had just finished printing-the director's room.

"Mom, I ordered one black coffee yes," said Zoya after arriving in front of the cafeteria.

A cup of hot coffee is more attractive to Zoya than to think of a dislike gaze that is clearly presented by the canteen Mother. Sitting on the bench by the window alone seems to make several pairs of eyes pointed at him. Many gazes that Zoya can understand even though not directly staring intensely. Without caring about the circumstances, Zoya prefers to breathe the aroma of coffee that can calm her mind. Then sip a little coffee. As if something was strange, he once again sipped the black drink.

"Oh my God, why?" sahira said she panicked when she saw Zoya splashing her drink. Deftly, the woman took the tissue on the next table and gave it to Zoya.

"Be careful if you drink, it's still hot coffee."

Zoya smiled bitterly. Ah, hot huh? It's not because of the heat. Except for the salty taste that meets the taste senses.

"Yes, thank you."

"Sama-sama Ma'am."

Both of Zoya's netra turned towards the canteen mother who was serving other employees. There was a bitter feeling that made him uncomfortable. Don't want to think bad, but why is something awkward? Does everyone hate him now? Ah come on, maybe the cafeteria's mom accidentally put in salt instead of sugar.

"Why Ma'am? Howdy?"

"Now, why are you here?"

Sahira's face that second turned sour. Recalling the incident moments ago when the man told him to go to the canteen for breakfast. And unfortunately, Sahira was too obedient not to refuse the order which made some of her friends have to replace her temporary duties.

"She's breakfast with Al. Sahira has a lot of work. Pity the other friends, so ngerepotin. Gulur time too, Kak Al mah if you have said it must be this, it must be, it must be done now."

The corner of Zoya's lips lifted slightly. Yeah, just a little. Do not forget about every behavior Varo often distinguishes Sahira with other apprentices. I don't know what the problem is. But what makes Zoya surprised is the behavior of all employees who do not mind the closeness of Sahira and the honorable Mr. Director. Though when it comes to the closeness of Zoya and Mr. Alvaro genandra who is limited to employees and Boss instead becomes the subject of gossip. I don't know, Zoya was also dizzy herself thinking about it.

"Yes, obviously Mr. Al told you to have breakfast, because breakfast is important."

Sahira nods in agreement, then smiles sweetly at Zoya who looks at her enviously. Can Zoya be selfish once?

On the other hand, the cold temperature of the room AC did not make Caca feel it. The tense euphoria that was currently encompassing his already frozen feelings. Not daring to stare at the spotlight behind the sharp twinkle that Alvaro gave.

"Did I tell you to deliver these papers?!"

Caca nodded. Still in a down position.

"Did I also have you print all these papers?!"

Again, Caca nodded.

"Then, why did you bring all these files?!"

Caca neither shook nor replied. He swallowed his own saliva. Condemn his decision to play take Zoya's duty.

"Do you have no mouth?!" varo said still with a soft, cold voice.

"Ma-maf Sir," Caca replied.

"Did he tell you to deliver this?!"

Caca looked up, returning Varo's sharp gaze with a twitch. He means 'he' is Zoya's best friend?

"Ti-no Sir. That's, Sa-me..."

"Bring these papers back! Give it to the one with the job!" seloroh Varo made Caca surprised. Without saying much, he took the papers back and immediately took them out after saying sorry.

After the big door was perfectly closed Caca exhaled a rough breath. Dampen the sweat that pours out on his forehead with the arms of his hands. Pupus has been his admiration for Mr. Al whom he used to worship.

Caca who was just aware of the dashing figure that pegged near him immediately smiled clumsy.

"For Om," said Caca slightly lowered his head.

Galih who again got the call 'Om' from Caca can only smile resignedly. Yes, only Caca calls her Om. Unlike others who call Galih with the name 'Pak Galih' or 'Master Galih'

"Morning too."

"I'll excuse you, Om. Want to call the Lion cub, afraid of the raging mother Singanya."

Galih who knows what Caca means is just a small smile while looking at the departure of Caca who seemed to be chased by ghosts.

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Both are equally silent. There was no answer after the woman handed him a stack of papers that had touched the big table before. There's just a constant ticking of the wall clock there. Also Alvaro's cold gaze was staring at the figure in front of him.

"Are you tired of working here?!"

"Answer! Got a mouth, right?!"

"No, Sir."

"Why did that go to other people, hm?!"

"Sorry," Zoya replied as she lowered her head. Although he knew the man in front of him for a long time, but he was not used to the sharp eyes that people had.

"No need for an apology. I need an explanation!"

"So I went to the bathroom, sir. So ask a friend to be escorted here. Afraid the files are in use."

One lie today.

There was no reply from Alvaro. Leave a silence that can make Zoya kagok. Damn, why is Varo's aura at the office so different if the master is with him outside? Although not that often Zoya chatted with Varo. Perhaps, one or two times the two went home together after the events of Varo sick at that time. Obviously with Varo who first gave a ride. It wasn't Zoya who asked the honorable Mr. Al to be ushered home.

"No, I'm sorry!"

Both of Zoya's eyes widened. Staring incredulously at the person in front of him. Oi! It's a trivial matter, loh?!

"But-but Sir..."

"There's a condition" Varo slurriedly.

"meaning?"

In that instant, Zoya's feelings were not calm. Alvaro, who he knew before, has not changed completely. Always add the word 'condition' at the end of the request.

"Prepare for seven o'clock tonight. I'm picking it up."

"Well?!"

"If not, you know the consequences for yourself."

Zoya has not had time to refute, exorcism from the hands of Varo inevitably makes Zoya retreat slowly with eyes that still demand an explanation. Especially, this time?

After Zoya's disappearance behind the door, the corner of Varo's lips curved perfectly.

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The woman grumbled as she cursed the tires of her car that did not know the condition. The increasingly concentrated night made him worry. Especially now that he was on a lonely road. Rarely do vehicles pass by.

"Why is it leaking at the wrong time and place, anyway?!"

"Astaghfirullah," he stroked his chest.

He caught a watch showing six o'clock over thirty minutes, but it looked like ten o'clock past. Maybe because of the cloud that enveloped the clouds tonight.

Highlight the lights from the back to divert the attention. Instantly his body stiffened when the motor stopped right next to his car. Negative thoughts filled his head.

Oh my God, please servant...

"Assalamu'alaikum, sorry about the car why?"

One sigh of relief, it seemed like this man in front of him was a good person.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, this is Mas my car tire is leaking."

"Ohh, do you have spare tires?"

"There is, but I can't change."

"If I help you? Here afraid there is no workshop, it's late at night too, not good women themselves outside."

"Both could Mas. Before thanks a lot, if there is no Mas, do not know my fate how heheee..."

"Yes, please help each other."

The man started removing the leaking tires first. With the shrewdness and does not take long new tires are installed.

"God, thank you very much. I want to help you" said the woman with a sincere smile.

"Udah Mbak thanks for the advantages."

The two laughed lightly at each other.

"Where are you going? How much bag?" the question when catching the luggage of the person who quite meets the motor.

"I want to work here, from Surabaya to Bandung."

The woman's eyes faded for a moment. One word to the man in front of him right now - Crazy!

"Oh my god, Mas from Surabaya to Bandung on a motorcycle?!"

"Yes," she replied lightly.

"God, Masa is great. So guilty, away from Surabaya, uh change my tires. It's not good, sorry. Must be tired, duh how if I buy food, huh Mas?! Yes, please! I don't feel good really.."

The man was really made anxious, to the point of laughing to ignore the woman's unpleasant gaze.

"Whose name are you?"

"Eh?"

"Yeah, what's your name?" asked the man again after getting the loading gaze.

"Call me Lia, Mas."

"Okay, Lia. So here's my phone number, any time the deal. Be careful on the road" he said at the end of a sweet smile that showed his dimples.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

Until the motor and the body disappeared, Lia was still with her smiling face while holding a business card.

"Wa'alaikumsallam."

The two neutrals blinked, then rubbed his face rough. "Astaghfirullah."

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