Kiss Me
Junior Secretaries

"Ar... Where are you?"

"At home, why?".

"You take it to papa's office, same file pendrisk Papa left in the workspace, Papa there is a meeting after lunch, can not?"

Arkana glanced at the watch in her left hand, but the man was just preparing to visit her restaurant in the Bekasi area.

"Ok Pa, after breakfast Arkan leaves,"

"Papa wait, don't be late,"

Disconnect the phone, then feed the fried rice back into the mouth.

"This is Papa's file and this is his flash," said the mother who had put the file on the left Arkan.

"Pink color?" Arkana raised one eyebrow when she saw the pink flash.

"Don't know Mama, Papa said that the pink color in her desk drawer, when Mama asked her it was Naya's flash drive that was not used," Mama Cha just shrugged her shoulders.

"Yes already, ntar Arkan late because want to go to Bekasi first see the resto there, mo meet clients also later in the Sunday market so that all before stopping by Papa's office," Arkana kissed the back of the beautiful old woman's hand, "Road ya Ma," again kissing the cheek of the Mama.

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The man wearing a pair of jeans, a slim fit white T-shirt with a V neck piece wrapped in a light brown jeans jacket got out of his car walking into the lobby of the BUMN company where his father worked.

"Siang Ma'am," his smile then took off the sunglasses perched on his forehead.

The receptionist smiled wrongly, "dayang Mas, can anyone help?"

"You will meet Mr. Fajar, Ma'am," he said again.

"Mas her-"

"I am the son of Mr. Fajar," Arkana does rarely appear in the office where his father works, while the position of Dawn itself is the President Director of the SOE company.

"Oh, I'm sorry Mas.. for a second yes," the sweet woman then contacted the secretary of the President Director who was on the 15th floor, "please Mas," he swung his hand while slightly lowered.

"Mister, new huh?" arkana's smile was answered with a nod to the receptionist.

Out of the elevator, Arkana casually walked into the father's room, as soon as she saw a familiar figure as she passed the pantry, but tried to tepis and said in her heart ah where possible.

"Pa," he said when entering Papa Fajar's office, there was already the secretary of Dawn, Ms. Ema and several company officials.

Arkana threw a smile and shook hands at everyone there.

"Ar, Papa stay first yes, we want to go to the meeting room before the Minister comes, you just wait here if you still want to be here, there will be a junior Secretary of Ema, Mother, if you need anything,"

"Yes Pa, Arkan briefly doang too, there was a meeting with WO,"

"Father stay yes," passed her everyone in the room left Arkana there.

While waiting for three o'clock, Arkana thinks what's wrong with spending a minute here, Arkana, because of the meeting he with the WO who will work with one of his restaurants will be held at four o'clock later the place on the way was not far from Papa Fajar's office.

The door, which was not tightly closed, showed a girl behind her desk busy facing a computer, curly hair in high pigtails, glasses perched at the base of the nose, and a pair of eyes, with her mouth slightly gaping seriously looking at the files on her computer, making Arkana sing a little smile.

"Funny too,"

The girl's phone rang, suddenly she looked into the room of Papa Fajar with a little talk and nodded her head in a nod. Arkana's reflexes shifted her gaze elsewhere, then pretended to be engrossed in playing her phone when she found out the girl was coming in.

"Sorry sir, maybe you need something?" tanyanya looked me in the eyes of the white man.

"Where?" Arkan looked back at those wiry round eyes.

"Mr need something? or did I make something?" smith again.

"Can.. tea.. sweet,"

"Well, sweet tea" he nodded, then turned to the door,

"Eh, no...,"

"Where?"

"It's not sweet tea, but Latte coffee, is there?"

"There is a time?"

"There's sir" he replied steadily.

"New lo?" this time Arkana asked, asking,

"One week, just one week sir,"

"Pantes, man,"

"Eh, sorry?"

"New Pantes, if I had a coffee machine in the pantry there was no latte coffee,"

"There's a sir,"

"New oh means the engine,"

"Let's use my Latte coffee sir, I have a stock that sachet an. I'm sorry,"

It felt like Arkana was eager to laugh, "latte sachet an, very intent," he murmured.

After a few minutes, the girl came back with a cup and a jar of biscuits.

"Don't tell me this biscuit also has lo," Arkana raised one of her eyebrows.

"Father sir, at the meal, sorry I stayed first,"

"Ok, thank you, yes" the door of the room was tightly shut.

Smile at the corner of Arkana's lips.

"Beautiful.His eyes are good," she murmured again.

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At exactly three o'clock, Arkana walked out of the room, instead of wanting to thank him but the figure he thought was sitting behind his desk went somewhere.

"Whose name I don't know, suck," she's resting her hair.

Then walking towards the elevator, the elevator door was opened the figure he was looking for was standing there looking down carrying a plastic one somehow containing what.

"Sorry, excuse me sir," slightly lowered his head.

"Where?" ask Arkana to hold the elevator door.

"Oh, I bought this sir," he replied showing one fried plastic.

"That's how much you eat by yourself?"

Anwa just smiled, because that's how the six months of idle money savings was up, waiting for payroll next month is still a long time then he must save. There is no Dika then no one can help him economically. Before Dika's death, Anwa worked in a private bank as a contract staff there, the salary he could get was only enough for the cost, food and daily necessities, only, when he wants something, he fulfills it.

"That's lunch?" Arkan finally took his hand off the elevator door.

"Dine sir," he said smilingly, "excuse me, please,"

"In a moment," call Arkan, "who's your name?" her question returned that round-eyed look.

"Anwa, sir,"

"Oh. Ok, see you later,"

Anwa just smiled and walked back to her desk. Arkan could only look before the elevator doors closed tightly.

Arriving in the car, reach for his phone and open an online application that provides food ordering features. Don't ask what Arkana thinks, right now he just feels sorry to see the curly-haired girl with the black flatshoes.

"Address according to the application yes, on behalf of Anwa, junior secretary, thank you," he closed the conversation on the phone.

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