Hey Indigo Girl (The Series) TAMAAAAAT!!!!
Part 20 New office
The multi-storey building up ahead, is my destination with Mba Alya now. I should have come here the day after coming home from the hamlet of Kali died yesterday, but since the discovery of the corpse of the villagers, I have been closing myself even more. I'm lazy to be in an environment with a lot of people. Even with my own family. But luckily they understood, and left me alone first. Of course after I explained my attitude and convinced them that I was okay. I just need some alone time.
"Tha, why? Don't tense up so dong," persuaded Mba Alya who stood beside me. We waited for the elevator that would take us up to the fifth floor, where the workspace of Mba Alya's friend was located.
I took a heavy breath, trying to pull both corners of these lips even though the result became a wry smile that was forced. Mba Alya continued to give her spirit, stroking my back gently with a faint smile on her face. It contrasts with me, right. Along the way he continues to give encouragement and advice - advice that is quite wise and able to make my confidence rise, even if only 10% only.
The elevator doors opened, some people came out, now changed with us who were about to go upstairs. There were four people in the elevator. I who was still nervous was only able to look down and try to breathe deeply many times. He said this would work to relieve the nervousness. Said anyway.
The elevator door opened on the third floor, two men entered with some untidy paper. He repeatedly checked page by page while muttering. "It's not all this yet, is it?" tanyakanya. The man next to her said, "Already. If it's less, we'll go back to the print!"
"If you return the print, very tired anyway. How many times to go back up and down. Moga is no longer wrong. The Bu Cleo section is unstable, the feeling yesterday has chosen a story has Deka, why change again have Evie?!"
"Diem. His name is also boss, we have to obey."
The man drew his breath rough, random hair straight with the model of a bowl cut, similar to Korean artists. It seems that he was very upset, although his friend also continued to advise calmly and casually.
The elevator door opens on the fifth floor. The two men came out first, the man with the bowl cut haircut still continued to grumble, while his friend had always been loyal at the side, the man with the bowl cut haircut still continued to grumble, embrace to his shoulders and the two continue to engage in debate with their respective opinions.
Bu Cleo's.
"Sister, what's his name?" I asked as we exited the elevator, and stepped in the fifth floor corridor decorated with a shiny concrete floor with a stone-like pattern dominated by black and ash.
"His name is Mecca. He was a friend in college. Just calm, the person is kind, friendly, polite, not fierce," explained Mba Alya in a whisper. "But he hasn't responded to Mba's message. Probably still busy, yeah." The brown hooded girl beside me seemed busy watching the device in her hand. I glanced at her glance, able to easily see anyone who was at the top of her private message. Arden's uppermost brother, plus a nail mark on his right corner. This means that Mba Alya deliberately pinned Kak Arden's message to be the top in his goal. Below it is the name Mecca, and the message does not yet show signs that have been read.
"Where do we wait, Mba?"
Mba Alya swept a glance around. "Eum get there, yuk," he pointed to a large table with a woman who was receiving a cable phone call nearby. Looks like it's the reception desk. Because the shape of the table and the color of the table are the same as I saw downstairs.
"Sorry, Mba, see Mecca. Any?" ask Mba Alya. I waited some distance away from the table, standing while watching the entire fifth floor corridor. There are some enclosed rooms here. In total there are five rooms on the left and five rooms on the right.
"Oh so, Okay. Thank you." Thank you."
Mba Alya invited me to sit in the waiting chair that was lined up near the reception desk earlier. "For the meeting, we'll wait here. He'll be out."
I was only able to nod, and was busy with my own thoughts. Imagine if I was accepted to work here, what should I do. I also have to get used to all parts of this place. Even I imagined every day passing through this floor corridor with a pile of papers like the man earlier. Maybe I will be like him, continue to nag or even sneer at the performance of other employees or our boss later. Huh, his mind had gone too far imagining it.
A door in the middle of the fifth floor corridor was opened. A woman with a body filled out accompanied by a veiled woman. The veiled woman exclaimed as she looked at Mba Alya.
"Geez, did you call? My phone turned off, there was a meeting earlier." The two women shook hands with each other and pressed their cheeks in turn.
"Yes, that's okay. I get it, Miss Editor is busy."
"It can be you. Eh this? Her name is Aretha?" tanyanya. Feeling this a green light to get acquainted with, I immediately reached out to be warmly welcomed by her.
"Mecs? Who?" ask the woman near him.
"Oh yes, ma'am, this is the new employee candidate I told Bu Cleo yesterday. Name's Aretha. He also likes writing, too, so good writing, ma'am."
The woman I already knew was the Boss in this place, constantly looking at me sharply. Even he did not hesitate to trace my body part from the tip of the hair to the tip of the foot. However, the part he noticed the longest was the two beads of my eyes.
"Follow to my room." Bu Cleo walked first to a room at the end. Sister Mecca took me and I finally said goodbye to Mba Alya.
"Spirit, Tha!" whispered Mba Alya. I just smiled trying to cover up the nervousness that was now at its peak. "Mec, get my brother, yeah."
"Please, Al. Aman." Sister Mecca immediately embraced me and followed in the footsteps of the most respected woman in this room. Bu Cleo's.
He sat down leisurely in his national chair. While we were both sitting in a chair that was in front of his large table. There's the name Cleopatra's Bu on the nameplate next to the table. While the laptop along with a pile of paper with a map of various colors are around it.
"So you like to write stories too? What story?"
Sister Mecca glanced at me with a smile, trying to encourage. "Yes, Mom. Often horror stories, such thrillers."
"OKAY. Try reading this synopsis. What do you think." Bu Cleo gave me some sheets of paper. I immediately accepted and read it. "That's one of the synopsis of a writer who wants to publish his writing in our company. Check out what is less and more. What a synopsis is interesting, or vice versa."
I keep focusing on reading this book. Every paragraph and every sentence I read carefully. Sometimes I frown. When I found writing that was hard to understand. I repeated the sentence two or three times.
"I'm sorry, Mom, if I think. The synopsis written is good enough to describe the premise, but unfortunately not too describe how the storyline that follows. There are still important things that are covered up, when the full synopsis should be for the publisher to explain the plot as a whole with nothing to hide. I also feel the groove is too fast because the cutting scene is too fast, so the feel of the character, chemistry and also the description of the place is still less pervasive to the reader. I think it's enough, Mom. Sorry if there's a shortage."
Ms. Heni was silent, looking at me and smiling. "Okay, you're fit to work here!" He then moved and extended his hand to me, as a congratulation. Sister Mecca did the same. I finally got accepted to work here. The job was originally a hobby. Even though I was in charge of being an editor helping Kak Mecca, I was still able to write and there was even a chance that I could publish my work like other great writers. But that's not the main thing for me to be here.
Out of Bu Cleo's room, Sister Mecca invited me to the room we would occupy later.
"Well, this, Tha. Where we work later. We have a team of 5 people. All tasks are the same, check all incoming manuscripts before entering the lay out section."
This not-so-large room has 5 chairs with partition divider per seat is limited to the chest. One large chair has the name Mecca in the middle, which is clearly Kak Mecca's desk, as the main editor. Three seats are on the rest of the table.
"Gaes, attention please!" exclaimed Sister Mecca, clapping caught their attention. Three people who were busy with laptop screens in front looked up.
"New people, brother?" ask the man who was in the elevator. I looked for another friend, because I thought they were working together, and it turned out that he was at another table. There are 6 tables here. The man was silent, not responding, just busy staring at the laptop screen in front of him.
"Yes, new people here. Name's Aretha. Here's your acquaintance," said Sister Mecca, telling them to come closer.
"Eh, we met in the elevator, right? I'm Aron." Oh, so his name was Aron, and it turns out he was aware of my whereabouts.
"I'm Giska. Welcome, Aretha."
"Hi Giska's. Thanks to ya."
"I'm Mike, greetings."
Aron, who is the same height as me, with a pretty contemporary haircut, his face is pretty decent. He looks fun too.
Giska, the glasses girl was a bit full, her skin white seemed like she was of Chinese descent.
While Mike, he is like a basketball athlete, his posture is high and athletic. He looks a little cold and cold. But it has its own charisma.
"If that one?" I asked to point at the man, Aron's friend. The person I was referring to turned to me immediately, then moved on.
"Eh, have you guys taken your rations? Don't relax - relax, you guys. A lot of work," said Kak Mecca then took a few piles of maps on his desk.
Aron and Giska race - the race to choose the map by looking at the contents. "I am just this. A little!" said Giska who found the target.
"Well, go first again!" aron Reduk.
"I'm Rick. Hope you work here." The man introduced himself while bowing his body slightly.
"Hi, Rick. Aretha," I said with a faint smile. Mike looked over and gave me the map. "Would work wait, my brother." He immediately returned to his desk. So too with all of us.