Knights For Mundika
16
Artika walked towards the pantry to make black coffee so that she could finish the presentation materials that would be delivered to the new President Director of the company where she worked tomorrow afternoon. Crazy one! He had to doped himself with black coffee which was definitely not his favorite. But what power, in order to get the perfect presentation material, he relented himself to stay up late in the office.
"Hoaaammm..," Artika tried to hold back her sleepiness while covering the vapor from her mouth with her left hand while her right hand held on to the table that the coffee maker placed on it. The sound of processing coffee beans into espresso liquid breaks the atmosphere in his quiet study considering the clock that is circular in the left hand Artika has shown at 9 pm. Let's hang on Artika, it's over soon and you can go home and sleep in your apartment! His words in his heart encouraged himself. There is nothing wrong in his current position, blame him for his perfectionist personality that keeps him stuck overtime tonight to finish the report.
“Wah, it looks like the coffee you made was delicious,” The heavy sound from behind Artika that echoed in her ears made the girl surprised and her hair bristled. He turned to the direction the voice came from. He found a foreign man but a little familiar but somehow he had met.
“Se..good evening Sir,” Sapa Artika gives a nod.
“Goodnight,” Answer the man named Dalmouk. With a height of 175 cm and the ideal weight of the famous Arabs with clean tan brownish skin and mustache and a neat sideburn formed on the side of the jaw and chin perfecting a directed smile to Artika made the girl seem a little nervous and uncomfortable to be near her. A few days ago, he saw his performance in presenting the progress of the drilling area off the north coast of Dubai while inspecting the entire floor on his first day working in this office. He could not have thought behind the confident brilliance of delivering a report compared to 180 degrees upside down at the moment, like a frightened kitten facing a savage dog ready to pounce on him at any moment. Wild dog? Me? No-no, I'm not that guy!
“You want coffee too Sir?” Tawar Artika who is still trying to calm down and be polite in situations that she never expected would happen. The gaze of the eye man in front of him at this moment looked intense and drugging as there was shade, gentleness, and firmness that blended into one on his face. Just this time Artika felt nervous when faced with Emirati men. Calm down my heart, this is just a coincidence of all your overtime nights.., let's just say the man in front of you is the same as your other office boy.
“Bby?” Dalmouk asked staring.
“Of course you can,” Little Laughter Artika broke the rigidity that occurred when Dalmouk asked her permission to be able to split the espresso she made. “This is the general pantry of the office sir, indeed I have a company so that it is entitled to prohibit others from entering and utilizing the facilities that are here?” Artika thrust a cup of black coffee made earlier along with a few small piles of sugar balokan in front of Dalmouk. “Because I do not know the amount of sugar that you use, I put it on a small plate only yes Sir, so you can put it yourself into coffee according to your taste.”.
“Thank you,” said Dalmouk. The smell of espresso coffee smelled fragrant touch the senses so that it makes him immediately sip coffee made by beautiful women in front of him. Yes, not much did he find the girl who served him drinks in such a refined and polite manner at this time. “You alone?”
“This,” Artika shows a mug patterned with flowers that she holds.
“Wah, why are you using mugs? Unfair!” Dalmouk protested sitting on one of the dining chairs while folding his hands together.
“Because I need more caffeine than Mr.”, replied Artika with a smile and sitting face to face with Dalmouk. It is not appropriate to talk with one person sitting and the other standing. “I have to check the finalization of the presentation material to be delivered to the new President Director tomorrow so that there are no mistakes and make my boss embarrassed.”
“Oh yes? Who's topr? Who knows I know,”
“Pak Salman,” Artika sips her coffee. In an instant, the concentrated black liquid touched the hormone melatonin, the cause of drowsiness, so he felt freshness and concentration again.
“Not at all, even I thank him who has given me this opportunity,” replied Artika enthusiastically. “Moreover I will do that presentation tomorrow. So happy!”
Dalmouk smiled at the cheer displayed by Artika. Hey, how does Dalmouk know Artika's name while the owner of the name alone doesn't mention or introduce himself to her?
“You're happy to meet your new First Director maybe?” Dalmouk Fishing. “I heard he was handsome and still single..”.
“You are the umpteenth person who said those words Sir,” Artika patted her forehead as a sign of disagreeing with Dalmouk's words. “Not everyone is glared at such a thing Sir, one of them is me,” He points to himself. “I am here working and paid professionally, want my supreme leader handsome cake, single cake, it is not my business Sir, the important result of my work is appreciated, it is more important for me!” Said the fiery Artika.
Dalmouk felt his pride slightly offended but mixed with admiration for this girl in front of him.
“Waduh, it's been half ten hours!” Artika immediately got up from her seat and walked towards the pantry exit. “I have to continue my overtime! Good night Sir! Excuse me..”
Not yet had Dalmouk introduced his name, Artika had disappeared from before him. He wanted to see if the girl could be as relaxed as she was tomorrow?
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In accordance with the specified schedule which is at 13:00 local time, Artika has prepared everything in the meeting room located to the right of the President Director's room. He is not hypocritical that he is nervous enough to make his presentation this time because it will be assessed by the new President Director. He saw one by one Emirati and expatriates like himself who had sat in their seats and left two empty benches owned by the President Director and Vice Director.
Before long two figures wearing kandooras complete with gutranya entered the room. How surprised he was to find that the man sitting on an empty bench right in the middle of a meeting table that stretched long across the projector screen was the man who had a conversation last night in the pantry room and he having time to talk about a man with a disrespectful discussion of his own person! He was ashamed to die to himself!
While Dalmouk who saw the surprised expression of Artika smiled with satisfaction and started to open the meeting that afternoon.
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