Don't Call My Name
First Day of Work

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Mauza's first day of job training at her sister-in-law's company, apparently quite fun. All the employees here are friendly in his opinion, even very good to treat him.

Mauza doesn't know if he's being treated this well because they already know who he is and what his relationship with brother-in-law is? Or is it basically like that? He could barely tell the difference.

According to previous experience in the old company, as a new employee, Mauza was often tortured. Yeah, that's the rough word.

He leaves early and comes home late at night. Often given the task of mounting with postulates to be faster to memorize the work. After a long time, he only learned that this fact was not entirely true. Because actually Mauza only bullied so that their work is lighter.

What's that like?

There are, often, many!

Sometimes in a scope of work, there are indeed types of people who like that form. Harnessing the innocence of new children for their own benefit.

“Well, this is all the data you have to learn,” said the old financial manager gave a stack of documents to Mauza after a few minutes he arrived there.

Then, he pointed at the three people who were in his respective cubicles, “From now on they are your team. It's financial accountants, fees, and it's tax.”

They smiled and greeted him. Among them are two women and one man.

“Welcome to join, Mom. Hopefully we can work well together,” said one of the women whose age is estimated to be the same as him. It's just, she's slimmer than him. Uh, Mauza is a minder?

“Sama-sama, thank you too. Please understand that I as a new personnel, will be a lot wrong and ask a lot, yes!” balas Mauza also later became acquainted with them.

After that, he was also transferred to another manager's room so that Mauza could immediately recognize where he had to work together.

Among the most prominent is Andrea, the frozen ice in the warehousing, Belle Zahir the beautiful who used to appear on the surface with Zara for marketing and ... of course, including the handsome human drop of Korean opa-opa, Sammy and also his other friends.

“Oh, it turns out he wasn't separated. Is it around here too?” inner Mauza wonders, “new know me. Means we'll see you often, dong?”

Sammy's on the fourth floor. He was in one room with two editors who used to produce advertisements on the company's account.

“They are here, but at any time can also go if needed by Bu Zara elsewhere. Depending on the location,” was clear the woman answered her heart.

Nothing is left unturned, Mauza was also invited to tour the warehouse behind this large building. Wuih, Mauza refrains from acting as shamefully as he used to at home when he discovered something new that he found amazing. Just the first time he saw a warehouse this big in person. More at home, a lot of handsome guys too! Halah, these eyes will be seger if you see that.

When the day began to afternoon, almost everyone including Mauza began to leave this office except in the store/outlet on the first floor. Because the store is closed more nights. At ten at the latest.

Other than here, it was reported that brother-in-law would open some more branches elsewhere. One of them is in the Mall where he did a grand opening next week.

“Can not if I mess up because I've been playing too much so far,” Mauza muttered when he was on the way home. Using a taxi because you can't drive your own car.

“Eh, but everyone has their own destiny, anyway. When all humans become successful entrepreneurs? Whose feet are you, dong?”

Mauza immediately said Istighfar because he had unknowingly denied the favors that many Gods had given him.

Though in hindsight, his life was never lacking even though sometimes, he had to understand the circumstances, that much had changed from him.

Arriving at home, Mauza immediately greeted his mother with pride. The woman immediately asked many things about how her first day worked there.

“Alhamdulillah all of Mauza's friends are fine, Ma. They are not tired of telling me that is chatty and still many ask this,” Mauza replied enthusiastically, “maybe this is what is called the power off underwear, uh people in hehehe.”

Vita chuckles, “Sister-in-law is there?”

Mauza replied again, “He said, not leaving. Don't know why.” But then he remembered something about the rumors he heard in the office last afternoon, “Eh?”

“Why, Nak?” Vita immediately asked as she saw the expression of the child.

“Denger-denger yesterday Kak Zara out hit people in minimarket, Ma.”

“What's right you, son?” Vita can't believe she heard this. Huh huh? His son-in-law hit people? Just-there's.

“Iya really, try later Mama phone Sister-in-law to know how the chronology. It's already there, the news on the internet.” Mauza believes the media does not lack content because even the smallest thing can be news.

Mauza sat down to join Zunaira who had just focused on listening. Then sip a drink and dip the rice into his plate. Frankly, Mauza is very hungry because all day has not found a suitable food.

“Ma, starting tomorrow bring Mauza bekel aja, yes.”

“Why? Better to bring from home?” ask Vita to sit across from him.

“Food there besides expensive, mon maap is not bad, but less suitable on my tongue,” replied Mauza, “maybe because you have always eaten home cooking times, yes?”

“Ngak papa, people's tastes will vary,” Vita responded, “ya already, tomorrow Mama bring from home ..”

The two talked a lot, occasionally turning their heads or asking Zunaira even though the question might be quite trivial.

So they did so that Zunaira was involved and not impressed to be ignored. Because this is how they appreciate. But still ... Zunaira felt alone. He was busy with his daydreams until the food on his plate was still intact.

“Zunaira why, Nak?” tanya Vita worried about her youngest child, “what's Mama's cooking less delicious?”

Mauza thought otherwise, is it possible that Zunaira is still sick?

“Ngak papa ..” answers like afraid to reveal.

“Why, Dear?” Vita asked once again because a mother always knew that her child was hiding something. The woman approached, then shifted the seat next to her, “ here, look Mama..”.

Zunaira obeyed his orders.

“Mama has said many times with Zunaira, same Mauza, same with other Mama's children. If there is anything or a wedge in your heart, just reveal it. Don't be like this. If Zunai were to remain silent, we would never know what Zunai was up to, dear ..”.

Zunaira looked down and her eyes condensed. Then a few moments later, he raised his head again, “Nai also wants to kayak Kak Za ..” he said softly, “what can not also?”

Seriate.