Doctor Ella Love Story
217. Special Holiday ~ Bambang

"Bang, I'm going to have a rice field lunch,"

"Where's my coffee? Milk, sugar's a little."

"Which "documents to sign? Have you sorted yet?"

"Dating a new employment contract with Ciputra Group that I asked to make it finished yet?"

"Give me a date to get ready for my shirt."

"That's a really dirty blue, take it to car wash mbang."

"Oiya buyin blueberry cheese cake from Breadt*lk for Ella yes. Full round don't that slice."

"Thai tea was originally Ella forgetfulness, Mbang."

Huuuff... Bambang took a breath and sat down to throw his body in his chair. Tired of a busy day and spirwa-riwi to and fro. The boss also asked not all of you so that you can one way.

This even ngincrit-ngincrit like a nyicil debt person. Indeed just tell people to take care of orders outside the office anyway. But still very annoying and troublesome it feels.

'One more time you can make a beautiful plate sir, ' Bambang's mind thrashed.

The fate of being a jongos is like this, you must be patient and stoic in the face of worldly trials that torture the soul and body. If not for Mr. Ardi including a good boss and give a big salary, maybe Bambang can no longer.

It's just that Mr. Ardi has since returned together with Miss Ella so much he wants. Often trouble himself with everything that is not important.

'He's the bucin, he's the one who wants to meet his future wife, I'm the one who follows the kempong'

"Tuuuutt.tuuuut.." The intercom on Bambang's desk rang again.

Ow hell! Especially this time? Keep doing it sir ranting. Bambang has resigned.

"Yes, sir? Can I help you?" Bambang.

"Bang, here you are." Ardi's orders are serious.

Whahe what else is this? Bambang glanced at the watch on his left hand. It's one o'clock in the afternoon. It's time to go home for a half-day Saturday. Why try again? Bambang felt a bad feeling...Go home sir, go home plisss...I have a road appointment with Mimin this afternoon...

"What's up, sir?" bambang asked as he entered Ardi's room. He found his boss was seriously struggling with documents, tabs and computer screens at once. Waduh mampus, this serious problem is like...Goodbye Mimin...

"What the hell is this a contract for Ciputra? Gini anchor? Or re-create! You can't go home until you're done." Ardi threw the documents he read onto the table. Very angry as it were.

"Why sir?" Bambang confusion. Wrong where try? The feeling of yesterday he had made it as perfect as possible even to stay up late all night.

"Wrong all!" ardi said annoyed.

Waduh Mr. Ardi is really angry that this is mah. Bambang did not dare to ask or refute again.

Then Ardi received a phone call from no one. Ardi spoke very seriously.

"Yes, Kil. Be patient, tomorrow I will send a new one...Yes, I know tomorrow is off..."

"Obias of Bambang teledor. So angry! Oh yeah OK...Could I have been that...Sip thanx yes..."

'Definitely talking about Cecil from Ciputra Group. Is it really a fatal mistake I made? Well sir don't talk to others donk bad men themselves. This is the same as showing your own weakness... And certainly humiliate the name of the servant...'

"Why is it still there? Workman!" Ardi kicked Bambang out of his room.

"Good, sir." Bambang hurriedly parted from Ardi's room. But his steps came to a halt as he almost got to the door, being summoned again as his boss.

"Oiya call Cindy here," Ardi ordered.

"Good, sir." Bambang came out of Ardi's room and hurried to his desk.

The first thing Bambang did was contact Cindy, saying that Ardi was looking for her. Directly sprayed and diomelin same miss perfect it. He felt that Bambang must have made a mistake again, and the ending Ardi asked Cindy to help clean up the affair. Apes.diomelin double.

Bambang opened the document given by Ardi for repairs earlier. Hope Ardi gives a little clue for him, which part and how to really. Bambang sometimes wonder just as his boss is very thin brain, until he can see the small mistakes of various documents he read briefly.

The first page has several sections circled and noted by Ardi...WTF (What the fvck). Page two is huge, is it totally wrong? There's writing too, Fvck! The third page, right in the calculation of the numbers and money circled. It's written, Sh*it! The next pages also many Ardi writings that contain the machetes. Not giving clue at all, how do you really want it?...Bambang nangis in the heart.

Shortly thereafter Bambang received a short message from Mimin. I think we failed our date today...Even though they deliberately took care of their schedule and finally could make an appointment later in the afternoon. Weekly nights. There was even this sudden disturbance...

Mimin

How about Bambs, later in the afternoon so the road?

Bamb

Sorry, Min, I think it's off

Mr. Ardi again raging, giving work

#emot crying

Mimin

Oh, no pa-pa.

Donk's spirit ngerjainnya.

Gun battle

Bamb

Ok whimper

#Emot fight

Bambang smiles happily looking at the screen of his phone. Mimin was not angry even though he canceled his appointment suddenly like this. Well maybe because Mimin knows very well how Bambang works.

"It's unclean even the smiles are not clear!" A loud scattering and scattering on the table made Bambang aware of his daydream.

Bambang hurriedly put on a serious face to face Cindy with a face that had been bent. Clearly upset, wong time home for the weekend even told to help Bambang.

"You don't want to be a person! Where am I looking!" Cindy asked for documents she said were wrong and should be corrected.

"I feel like it's like the usual format," Bambang tried to defend himself.

"Usually? Usually for whom? This made Ceicillia Tang so it must be extraordinary. Must be flawless perfect even a 1-letter typo should not." Cindy explained while seriously reading the document sheet by sheet.

"It's so bad, huh? Mr. Ardi until the muruh-muh so the writing." Bambang felt guilty.

"Not really. It should be OK for the CEO of another company." Cindy took a seat before Bambang after finishing reading his documents.

"Sir Ardi if it's so tight again, but every word of this means something, you have to be apalin!"

"Haah? These quotes mean something?" Bambang is getting confused.

"For example, the first page, he said WTF, this means your sentence structure is interesting. To be good and not to cause ambiguous meaning."

Bambang gawked listening to Cindy's explanation. WTF could mean that? Crazy girl like it has radar to read the mind of Mr. Ardi. Pantesan Pak Ardi is very dear to Cindy, a favorite officer who was given a lot of trust.

"Almost the same as WTF, fvck means you use a word that is not standard. Not according to EYD (Perfected Spelling)." Cindy continued.

"Continue, continue. What does sh*it mean?" Bambang is increasingly eager to learn the codes of various Ardi swear words.

"That means your balance sheet is out of balance. Something is wrong, obviously. Or the numbers you're getting into don't make any sense. This is for example the purchase of materials is just this total? Definitely crossed, totally wrong."

Bambang mangut-mangut recognize the greatness of Cindy. This real girl is really cool, whether until when to learn so that you can like Cindy huh? Let it be dear Mr. Ardi too, so a confidant. It's gonna be cool.

"And the important thing is that you have to look at the words on the last page. That's Mr. Ardi's assessment of your work to make this document...Hahahha Rubbish's. Yaimkun Mbang...Rubbish..." Cindy did not laugh at the value obtained by Bambang.

Pantesan Pak Ardi sengamuk that. Until I can't talk about where it's wrong. Obviously angry, Mr. Ardi was a perfectionist and met Cecil's more perfectionist again. Brought abis and reviled must be a work contract model soan. Dumped into the trash.

"Where is Ella's cake and Tai tea?" Ardi suddenly came out of his room and approached Bambang at his desk.

"In the refrigerator room, Mr. Ardi, I'll take it for a minute." Bambang deftly moved to take the goods requested by Ardi and handed it to his boss.

"This sir. Where is Mr Ardi going?" Bambang asked kepo, not yet finished yes contract problems with Ciputra group? How do you want to go.

"You're dating donk. Tonight this week." Ardi answered casually while receiving the package offered by Bambang.

"Finish the contract and send it to my email. Watch out if you get another. Don't go home before you finish your job." Ardi's command before simply passed without a sense of sin.

"Yes, ready sir." Bambang could not argue back to his desk and struggled with the revision of his contract documents.

"Sir Ardi has come home, I follow him home ah. If anyone doesn't cringe at WA. Then acc-kan to me first before appointed Mr. Ardi." Cindy followed suit leaving Bambang in the office alone.

Apes really, Bambang regretted why not ask for instructions from Cindy first before making this document yesterday. Let's not work twice kayak gini, so his date with Yasmin is not void like gini. How sad...

Finally, Bambang spent the entire afternoon to revise the document, which was in the twenties. Repeatedly sending and acc-kan to Cindy, waiting for the girl to reply with anxious hope.

And as expected of Cindy, she can check and point out again that must be revised.really perfectionis, there should be no mistake at all. Until finally almost isyak Bambang just get acc from Cindy then send it to Ardi.

Long enough Bambang waited impatiently until finally Ardi gave his approval. Bambang prints the document and brings it to Ardi at Pradana mansion.

Bambang glanced at his watch while driving forward the BMW Ardi car, it was almost 8 p.m. It's too late to ask Yasmin out on a date, but she wants to meet. How's ni?

Finally Bambang desperate to approach Yasmin to his house only. Stop by the 24-hour convenience store to buy ice cream, as a bribe and apology to the girl for their date failure.

"Lho's the Bambs?" yasmin asked a little surprised when she opened the door for Bambang.

"Let's go in, mas." Yasmin.

" On the core can't you?" Bambang bargained, wanting to take a little breath of fresh night breeze to clear his butek brain.

"Maybe," Yasmin instead let Bambang sit on the terrace chair.

"For you, sorry for failing our date again." Bambang thrust his plastic bag containing ice cream cone.

"Still," Yasmin opened the plastic and took out her ice cream, directly eating it.

"Eat also let's eat." Yasmin gave the remaining ice cream to Bambang, knowing that the man must be blinded.

"No papa, how else would be the task mas Bambs so." Yasmin replied to Bambang's words which had been delayed.

"Tomorrow holidays but we can't date either" Bambang sulked spoiled.

"The Pradana family is still complicated about the engagement ceremony of Mr. Ardi, the Sampoerna family is also busy preparing for the engagement ceremony of Ms. Ditha. so we both have to work even on Sundays." Yasmin laughed lightly, laughing at the daily life of the two of them who barely even had time for themselves.

"Professional risk huh hehe." Bambang continued to lick the ice cream, "It's also delicious this turns out." chirped Bambang can not stop licking.

"Good stuff, cheap again." Yasmin agreed, go along to enjoy the ice cream she was holding.

"So why? If only it could be." Yasmin asked a little hesitantly, afraid of what was the secret of Pradana's company.

"The employment contract is called for a complete revision."

"Can't you?" mimin curious

"CEO of Ciputra Group."

"Ceicillia Tang's? hahaa."

"Kok laugh?'" Bambang did not like Yasmin's reaction.

"Oh sorry, I also hump if asked to make any letter to the queen. And Mr. Tyo also brings it hot if the business is the same as him. The pressure is big."

"It turns out the same." Bambang. "Pak Ardi is also emotional,"

"It's so relaxing, Cecil, not because you failed, but Miss Cecilnya who is fussy." Mimin tried to entertain.

"Thanx yes," Bambang smiled in relief. And the two exchanged a sweet smile while continuing to enjoy something sweet in the mouth, ice cream.

"Oiya your car isn't?" Bambang tried to divert the conversation, bosen would talk about work only.

"Yet. Understand just an old car, it's time to change like it."

"How do you go to work?"

"Taxy online."

"I'll pick you up, won't I start Monday?" Bambang perfected the opportunity in narrowness.

"Are you not busy?"

"Simple, can be arranged."

Bambang felt grateful because tonight took the time to stop by to meet Mimin. Not only was her kangen taste cured but also this girl felt able to understand her turmoil and heartbreak. Mimin can always comfort and calm his mind, giving him inner happiness amid the stress of work.

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