I'm the Wasted One
11 Directors

When entering this office building, Zahra was immediately introduced to Mr. Hendra, a supervisor for all Cleaning services in this office.

"Good morning, Mr. Hendra, this is Zahra, who I came to say is Cleanning a new service in this office, and this is Mr. Hendra, he's your boss "

bagas introduced me to Hendra

"i'm Zahra sir"

"oh I'm Hendra. Then let Zahra come with me, I'll introduce you to the others, and I'll tell you what your duties are"

while excusing Bagas, Mr. Hendra also stepped in .

I'm the one who followed Mr. Hendra once in a while dizzy to see every corner of this magnificent office.

mr. Hendra explained in detail what my duties are here.

"oh, this is your work uniform after changing clothes you immediately work well"

while giving a green shirt

"well sir thank you"

I watched my work uniform, because of its attractive color. I was about to step into the bathroom to change clothes but my steps stopped, Mr. Hendra called me back.

"Zahra wait, you work with Jumi just to understand what was done first"

Mr. Hendra called Cleanning a service who had earlier wiped the window glass.

''Jumi, come here for a second"

the woman slightly ran over to Mr. Hendra

"What's the yo sir? "

"this is Zahra Cleanning new service, her work with you well let her understand "

I smiled at the woman

"oh, Iyah, mr. nje"

Jumi nodded and led me to the back.

I changed clothes in the toilet near the office kitchen, after I finished approaching Mbak Jumi.

"mom, I know what it used to be yeah"

I tried to politely ask Mbak Jumi.

"yo mbok we used to acquaintance, kan yo just knew"

(we know him first, we know him)

"hehehe iyah mbak I forgot, my name is Zahra mbak "

I reached out to Mbak Jumi

"Ohh Zahra, jenengku Juminten but the familiar yo called Jumi, ben radak gaul ngono loh"

(ohh Zahra, My name is juminten, familiarly called jumi, let it be a bit slang that loh)

Mbak Jumi replied to my hand, he introduced his name with a thick Javanese dialect.

Jumi's mother has a face that is typical of Javanese girls. her hair is shoulder-length, tanned, and more interestingly she has ginsul teeth on her right.

"Yowes we make coffee first well, usually if the morning employees and superiors here ask to be made coffee "

I helped Mbak Jumi compose the glass and put the coffee powder in each glass.

"oh iyo, are you zinc in Mr. Bagas' boncengi? "

(oh yes, you are in the boncengi Bagas sir huh?)

"ehm iyah mbak"

"Well lucky you yo in boncengi Pak director seng Guantenge polll, kok sampean iso yo in boncengi pak Bagas, sampean know very well karo pak Bagas? "

(wah very lucky you are in boncengi sir handsome director, how can you be in boncengi pak Bagas, you know very well Mr Bagas? )

I rounded my eyes, not because the question mbak Jumi whose length exceeds the former poem, but rather surprised that Bagas is the director in this office.

"what's mbak, in.. director? "

I knitted my eyebrows together, in disbelief.

"iyo pak Bagas Dirgantara iku director nang iki lo company, si guanteng iku anak'e Pak Wijaya Dirgantara uwong seng duwe iki office, is sampa ra weroh to? "

(yes, Bagas Dirgantara is the director of this company, lo, the handsome is his son, Wijaya Dirgantara, the person who has this office, you don't know well? )

I'm still surprised not to feel in disbelief, the guy who hit me in the field near the terminal, and the guy who used to call me a kid is a director in an office this grand.

even he's the son of the owner of this office, even I without being polite always prank Bagas.

O God, what is this story, I unconsciously patted my head.

(ehh Ra. Why do you plop your head, what's wrong? )

I was struck by my absurd behavior just laughed crisply at the sight of Mbak Jumi.

"oh even rich me these few days are not polite like Bagas, oh how is this"

my heart murmured in worry.I don't feel good remembering that Bagas is the director here.

"Jumi please bring regular kayak milk coffee to the Bagas well pack room"

one of the women suddenly surprised us both.

"nje mbak"

(yes, mbak)

mbak Jumi put one glass of milk coffee into a white tray and thrust it at me.

"you are anterin yoh in Pak Bagas' room, you follow Widia"

mbak jumi pointed at the female who was still standing in the doorway.

I just nodded and dared to follow Widia. My feelings began to be a bit strange because I was anxious if I met face to face with Bagas.

when I was raging with my mind I didn't realize I was in front of Bagas' room.

"this is Mr. Bagas' room you anterin yah coffee, if that's me first"

Karyawati named Widia was leaving me who was still faithful standing in the doorway of Bagas room.

I slowly stepped up to knock on the door.

"tock..tok"

"please come in"

there was the sound of Bagas saying.

slowly I turned the door knob and there was Mora in the room staring at the laptop screen.

"excuse me sir, in. here's the coffee"

I put down the coffee glass slowly, I said Bagas at a glance, it turns out he noticed me while developing a sweet smile that showed his dimples.

"please excuse me sir, let's sir"

I nodded my head, and passed out of the room.

But Bagas who saw Zahra's attitude was astonished

"why does he look so awkward, isn't he always noisy and excited"

Mumbled Bagas while refuting his chin, instantly his smile expanded considering Zahra's behavior.

"that boy is adorable"

unconsciously the sentence escaped his lips.

Why does he feel a little calm when remembering Zahra, but only a few days they know.

according to Bagas, Zahra is a cheerful, polite, and beautiful girl.

Mora who had seen his boss his own smile felt astonished.

immediately he stopped his typing activity and felt strange, because Bagas rarely smiled as sweet as this.

"Pak Bagas, sir"

"well, what's wrong with Mora"

"hmm, you're fine, right? "

Mora was curious about the behavior of his boss

"i'm fine, continue your work"

Mora simply nodded and continued his work, while Bagas continued to daydream.

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