
Hurry up to clean up her files and choose to act as if you heard nothing.
Moza ignored those vague sneers and stepped towards the door. Leaving some women still at home talking about her, maybe.
Come to think of it, Moza is indeed more comfortable working in his private space at H-Mo Boutique, struggling with paper and pencil drawings.
Not because he is social or anti-social, but it seems that the world of work that is too demanding teamwork seems not suitable for him.
Unless it is with people who are already familiar with it or those who accept its presence with open arms without prejudice, it may be another story.
But what about those who look at Moza with dislike, which is usually due to it or feeling rivaled.
Though Moza has always tried to be friendly since entering the company, even though it is really far from his habit.
To avoid problems, Moza as much as possible to open up and adapt to the team work environment, after all the purpose of internships is to blend with real work life.
But in fact his figure which is quite striking and charming, always makes himself a figure who is liked and hated.
Having a beautiful face can be a problem too. If personally, Moza prefers to be a housewife, after all, her hobby of drawing can be done at home, without having to meet many people who end up being a julid material too later.
Moza, still could be tired also his ears hear various kinds of unpleasant whispers about him.
But what can be done, there is an internship obligation that he must complete to be able to complete his lecture with satisfactory results.
" Why, Mo ? Out of the meeting room your face is very, cake will nelen people. "
" Ami, how much longer is that month anyway ? When do we finish the internship ? " Moza complained as she landed her butt on the chair, dropping her head on her cubicle table with one arm as a pillow facing towards the Amira cubicle that was on her right side.
The hijab girl stopped her typing activity, turned to her best friend with a confused frown.
" One month is four weeks aka 30 days Momo. If calculated means still less than three weeks, or about 21 days, would I itung all how many hours or minutes and seconds all ? "
" Tsk. " Moza just clucked and straightened her body against the back of the chair.
Amira laughed when she saw her best friend upset. " Why in the hell ? Is there a problem ? "
This time Moza just shook her head, unwilling to complain any further. Never mind, just enjoy.
Moza got back up, then took his internship file on the table, all to ask for the signature of Geovano as the head of the division who was authorized to assess the performance as his weekly internship report.
" Where else are you going, Mo ? " Amira glances at a glance while still playing her fingers on the computer keyboard.
" To Mr. Kadiv's room. "
" Cieh, what else ? "
" I don't know, he said something to say. "
Amira again stopped her activities, turning her chair to face Moza. Her soul is struggling. " What the fuck is it ? Did you meet in the meeting room ? Cook not satisfied also kating ngeliatin lo. " Moza sneered at Amira's ridiculed question.
" Ehhh, don't-don't want to be shot again lo, Mo. " Amira was now half whispering while glancing to the right and to the left observing around.
" Ngaco's. Actually, the mouth was contaminated with Rena and Dea. " Moza snorted, there was only this friend of his.
Yes, the time Geovano wants to shoot again, the former senior already knows that Moza already has the status of a wife. Not only did Moza also tell Amira, it was still a plumbing material.
Moza tapped her shoulders. " I don't know, I don't know. I'd like to ask for an autograph. Have you already ? " She said while showing the map with the logo of Dwitama University.
" Ntar, all of you I ask for signatures for the file report that I'm working on again. "
Moza nodded and left the cubicle.
Tok tok tok tok
Moza knocked on the door, then turned the door knob and pushed it when he heard a voice from inside the room that let him in, which he believed was the voice of Geovano Syailendra.
" Excuse me, Mr Geo called me ? " Moza peeked first when the door was half open.
He saw that his boss was standing in front of a file rack behind his desk, appearing to be picking up a file.
Geovano turned his head for a while and smiled. " Go in, you sit down for a minute. "
The girl nodded and walked in and left the door half-open, at least then there would be no slander pointing at her.
Although in the room there is a cctv but still it is better to be on guard than himself so the material hibahan again because it is thought to tempt the boss.
" A minute, Moz. " Moza nodded, then pulled a chair in front of Geovano's desk and landed his ass there.
Putting the map he was carrying earlier, Moza's round eyeball unconsciously followed the direction of Geovano's steps which seemed to walk towards the other side of the room which was given a glass bulkhead.
And how surprised Moza was when it turned out that there were other figures in the room besides himself and Geovano.
Deg
There were two other men who were talking to Geovano, one man was staring at him with his rancid gaze. And the other one is behind him facing a glass wall that displays urban scenery.
But despite turning her back, Moza knew who the man wearing the navy suit was. The suit is the same color as the office outfit that is now attached to his own body.
Moza swallowed the saliva, then turned her face away. His brain turned hard how to make himself not look at the man. It seems like running away was the best option, he had to get out of the room before the man turned around and realized his whereabouts.
Geovano business, later Moza will reason to go to the toilet, he thought.
Moza hurried to retrieve the map he had placed on the table. He got up from the chair and turned to the door. But just one step towards the escape path, his steps were forced to stop when it turned out that two men were already standing not far from him.
" Moz, you wait here for a moment, I want to take Mr. Bara to check the work of team 2. "
Moza sighed, looking at the face of the man beside Geovano who was also looking at him with a friendly smile that inexplicably in Moza's eyes looked annoying.
Then the brownish bead glanced at where the other man was standing behind him.
But now the man has changed position, the position directly facing him, the body leaning on the table with both hands in the pants pocket.
The look of those eyes seemed to directly draw to his heart.
Oh my God, save me.
Inner Moza hoped for a miracle, even though in fact the girl knew that she had been discovered.
***
Can you guess who the man in question is ?