Knights For Mundika
13
Artika ran in droves to enter the towering office building in one of the business centers in Dubai. Eagerly he did tap absent at the entrance then headed for the elevator that was open. He saw a man dressed in white kandoora complete with matching ghutrah and black agal in the elevator who was about to close the door.
"Please don't close!" Shouted Artika loudly from a distance of three meters while increasing the speed of running until finally he could reach the elevator. With his breath still wheezing, he tried to normalize the rhythm of his hunting breath earlier and rubbed the sweat that flowed on his forehead with a tissue taken from his small light brown backpack. Don't blame yourself almost too late today. He did not expect to be stuck in traffic because of the consecutive accidents that occurred on the highway earlier. Come on, he just felt briefly appointed assistant manager in the oil exploitation section a week ago, you have to make the mistake of coming late? his professionalism will be questionable. He is here to represent Indonesian citizens who want to show the world that their nation is able to compete competently and integrity as well as intellectually.
"Thank you," Artika slightly bowed her body and smiled at the man without noticing his figure more clearly.
"What floor?" Ask the man.
"Floor 15, thank you," replied Artika short and responded to the man who took the elevator with him by pressing the number 15 button. Although he has worked and worked at an oil company owned by one of the most prominent families in Dubai for three years, he is still not accustomed to having to deal with the men of the original population except in formal forums such as meetings. Although impressed Artika a strong and courageous figure in the business of work, but actually he is a shy person against the opposite sex. This is because the upbringing of both parents who always instill manners to always be polite in behavior and take care of themselves if if people are found not well known including men who are in an elevator with him at present.
TING!
The door of the 15th floor elevator opened. Artika nodded with a smile as if grinding her first to the destination and rushed out of the elevator to her workplace. Unwittingly, the man smiled at the figure of Artika who slowly disappeared closed the elevator door that would take her to the top floor, the 20th floor.
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"Exhausting..," Artika leaned her slim body to her seat in the office after a few seconds and had turned on the computer CPU in front of her. Looks like he has to start exercising again in the Gym office or sports area on Kite beach, because just running like before his breathing becomes irregular. He was too busy struggling in the logic of his left brain to figure out how the crude oil in the earth can be pulled out without causing significant side effects so as to reach the production target determined by the company.
"You why?" Tanya Aisha, an Indian peranakan girl and is a close friend of Artika in the office. He handed her a caramel latte cold favorite Artika ordered the girl while stuck in traffic on the highway so that when she arrived, Artika could drink it immediately.
"I didn't expect that coming to the office in injury time made me have to run as hard as I could to exhaust myself like this," Artika received her ordered drink. "Thank you, you saved me at a critical time like this." He immediately uprooted the cold drink to the toilet as if he had not drunk a few days.
"I know you're dehydrated but you didn't finish your whole drink in one go, did you?" Aisha hit Artika's head slowly with a scroll of documents.
"Oh, I will need a moment of self-restraint to start today's work" complained Artika as she rubbed her head. He immediately took a deep breath and slowly swallowed it. Patted cheek white flattened to natural redness to make him focus on the computer screen in front of him.
"By the boy and the new CEO of this company has returned from his Master's education in London, by the way" Aisha who has a hobby of gossip if she is relaxed starting her conversation.
"Which one is it? As I recall our CEO is Marwan Al Hassimi, a middle-aged and charismatic man who managed to make this oil company into one that counts in the Middle East." Artika thought hard to remember the figure of the highest office holder of the company. He who is too focused on his daily work unconsciously looks around him like a horse glasses are less aware that many colors around him.
"You suck, you don't like joining our office gossip group," Aisha leaned her hips on the edge of Artika's desk while Artika had started her work playing special applications for engineers like her that were full of statistical figures to ensure that the coordinates that had been sent exploration it has been in accordance with the oil drilling location to be executed by it.
"I'm paid professionally here to work, not gossip like you," Grunts Artika a little annoyed.
"Don't get mad so Artika," Aisha pulled both of Artika's rosy cheeks to persuade her. "Later beautiful lost you know..."
“Hey, you heard me not talking anyway?” Aisha Protest.
“Eh, what?” Artika blinked both her eyes and realized from the invisible daydream.
“Iya, the name of the son of the CEO of our company is Dalmouk Al Hassimi and he is still single aka not married, if not wrong today is his first day working in place of his father. Who knows when you entered the office passed by there and.”.
“And there came a love story between the prince and the common people,” Artika who was not too interested in the conversation about the privacy of her superior family hit back at the head of Aisha who was too creative in thinking full of fantasy that could not be realized in real. “Stop that silly idea of yours, you watch too many Korean dramas that have invaded almost the entire world!”
“But right..”
“Have returned to work there,” Artika wagged her right hand. “Later Mr. Khouri came to you here, because you disappeared from view. Remember, we work with people, not the company itself.”
“Iya deh yes..,” Aisha pursed her lips sulking. “Lunch later with ya we to the canteen.”
“Sip!” Artika gave a thumbs up sign to agree and refocused on her work.
***
“How was your first day working here?” Tanya Maktoum, Crown Prince of Dubai and friend of Dalmouk Al Hassimi. He deliberately visited the office of his best friend to appreciate him who began to work in place of his father who decided to become a passive member in the ranks of the Board of Commissioners of the oil company which became one of the contributors of income for the city that will led someday.
“Start by meeting a beautiful girl who is almost late to the office.” Dalmouk answered with a smile while sitting leaning on his new great chair. A large enough room with a minimalist blend of ornaments and the dominance of brown wood typical of the Middle East.
“Oh yes? Which Emirati girl managed to grab your attention?”
“Indeed I said if the girl was an Emirati?” Dalmouk raised his right eyebrow up.
“Lantas?”
“A girl who is ayu and graceful with her fair skin.” Dalmouk's gaze glared away at the clear glass that bound him with a wisp of white clouds that seemed to greet his first day that began with a wide smile on his lips.
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