GITA AND MAR
003. Not an Ordinary Wound

Actually, hundreds of times the thought of resigning it appears every Sales Director they act crazy. But all that desire evaporated every amount of money entered at the beginning of the month. Gita still looked down at the sheet of paper that had just flushed her body.

“You heard no? Has it been a month running the results so? Is that a project you rely on? Fuck y'all! Wish salary is never late, want big, do not want overtime!” Mr. Braja stood up from the chair and circled the table. Walk towards the Gita. “You heard what I said? Don't pretend to be a bitch! Take the paper it all.”

Gita felt her knees getting weaker. His stomach was hungry and his throat was dry. He was crying, but he had not yet drunk a mouthful of water. He crouched down and picked up all the papers on the floor. It was a sales report Monic made and tipped at him.

“You are aware that work is not becus?” Mr. Braja stood exactly one step ahead of Gita.

“It's Monic work, Sir,” says Gita.

“You received it, right? You don't check anymore? Didn't you convince me to give a new product project to Monic? You said Monic can show his ability when given the responsibility alone. And now what? New product launch promotion funds have been made massively. The result is only this sale?” Mr. Braja again took the paper in Gita's hand and threw it on the table. “And you know what the most jerk is today?”

Mr. Braja's eyes were already shining with anger. Gita should just shut up. But foolishly he shook his head. “No idea, Sir.”

Mr. Braja took a piece of paper at the table and thrust it at Gita. “Monic resignation letter. You already know, right? You already know why you intend to replace Monic who resigned?”

Gita did not hear Mr. Braja's accusation. Hurriedly he read the resignation letter of the woman who was a friend and traitor to him. He shook weakly. “I did not know Monic resigned,” he said slowly.

“Long!” upset Mr. Braja. “And so you know. I'll have all the promotional funds audited. The expenditure of promotional funds launching new products is very awkward. I suspect your friend is playing a lot in the fund. I'll have the finance people audit everything. Including all your accounts. If your friend is proven to misappropriate company funds, you must also take responsibility, Git!”

“Presentation? So today, sir?”

“Presentation? Look at your face I'm gone. Your sincerity gave the project to Monic. Mending you do not need to appear before me until the audit process is complete. There..sana.” Mr. Braja went back to his desk. Pick up the sheet of paper that Gita had picked up and stuff it into the trash. The man didn't look at Gita anymore. His hands alone moved with a repelling motion.

Gita exited her superior room with shaky steps and confused eyes. Within hours his life seemed to be forcibly taken. Within a few hours, he felt he had nothing. All ludes. Even the work that he likes and often praised his friends in fact is not something that makes comfortable. Or all this time he did survive just for the sake of the salary that people say is quite large?

“Git? Have you met Mr Raja? What did he say?” Lily reappeared with a few pieces of paper in her hand. Looks like Lily's new from the copy room.

“Beliau? The fuck he meant? I think from now on do not need to be polite with people who are not polite to us.” Gita moves her teeth.

“Git? Are you okay? Where are you going?” Lily followed Gita back to her desk. “Where are you going? Not working?”

Gita stuffed a pen and a small agenda into her bag. “I? Okay?” Gita holds the bag and looks at Lily. “Kurasa ... I'll never be okay, Ly. Thanks for not embarrassing myself. I think I want to go home and rest.”

“Still,” sahut Gita.

One thing Gita doesn't understand. What a mistake he ever made until the whole world became very evil for him. He needs an explanation. Refraining will only make him sicker. If you have to be quiet, why do you think.

Arriving at the car, Gita calls Rama. It turns out that the notion that Rama would ignore his calling is not true. The phone was answered faster. Gita clenched her clock on the car dashboard. It's approaching lunch hour. Is the wedding ceremony over and some of the people present have disbanded?

“Halo? Where are you?” The usual tone of voice Gita made spoiled, now sounds flat.

“I'm out of town, dong. Haven't come home. Weekend as usual. Why nanya? Tumben really,” sahut Rama.

“Autside the city huh? But I want to meet. How, dong?” Gita began to master her tone even though her heartbeat had not been normal and her palms had been sweating since.

“Ya, patience, dong, Beb …. You are growing up. Usually this clock never calls. I'm busy again. I'll call back later,” said Rama.

Gita took a long, heavy breath. He could no longer hold back his emotions. “Eh, dog! Bebs...Beb's?! Lo diem! I want to see you now! Dateng to the park where we usually jog or I bring gasoline to burn the house where you usually pervert to make me bunting! Dateng no lo?!” Gita's breath gasps with heightened emotions. With eyes that were back to condense Gita biting her lips held back a cry.

“Git ...” Rama was silent for a while. “Git .. can't now. I'm...."

"Gue wait at most an hour. Whatever way you come here in what way. Bring our savings book. I'll check the mutation of the account.” Gita ends the call, then gets into the car and goes to where she said she was. The park where he and Rama used to jog. Not far from the apartment.

Since Rama no longer contacted him to raise any objections, Gita assumed that the man must have come to the park. And Gita's conjecture just now proved. Ten minutes into the park, Gita sees Rama's car approaching his car and parking right next door. The man went out and knocked on the glass.

“Case,” pinta Gita, open the lock valve and point the seat next to it at Rama. The man entered without much protest. “Where is our savings book?” Gita held out her hand.

Rama handed the savings book to Gita with a tense face. “Sorry, Git ….Our money kepake dikit,” said Rama timid.

Gita immediately took the savings book and flipped through it. Researching mutations and looking for final balance values. His eyes then widened. “Where is Rama? What little kepake? Our money? This is my money Rama …. This is my hard-working money. There's no contribution here." Gita could not help but hold back her tears. He hugged the steering wheel and covered his head.

To be continued