Knights For Mundika
17

Artika let out a long sigh after a long enough meeting and pitted her mentality finally ended successfully. He wanted to get out of the meeting room and go back to his desk. But the intention remains, Mr. Salman, his superiors invited him to have further conversations with Dalmouk Al Hassimi! Things he currently feels unable to do. Surviving to remain professional at the meeting was already amazing, do not add to that by talking more closely with the man! Artika cried in her heart.

"Let's Artika, Mr. Dalmouk is waiting for us in his room," Invite Salman who greeted Artika with a forced smile and heavy footsteps to be taken to the man's room. "There's something he wants to ask you in more detail outside of that meeting."

"All right, sir..."

His steps stopped when his eyes accidentally looked at each other with a pair of brown eyes belonging to Dalmouk so as to make his heart beat faster as if squeezing his chest so as to cause tightness. What's the matter? Artika touched her chest to make sure that everything was fine.

"Artika, what are you doing at the door, come sit next to me" Salman's call alerted Artika from her confusion.

"Oh, yes, Mr. Salman," Artika immediately occupied the sofa that Salman had appointed and again he found himself sitting face to face with Dalmouk Al Hassimi.

Relax Artika, calm down.., you just have to apologize enough for your disrespect to your First Director last night.

"Sir Dalmouk I..," Not yet had Artika finish her speech, Dalmouk immediately cut it off.

"Sir Salman, I don't think you've educated a loyal and dedicated worker like this Miss Artika" Dalmouk smiled at Salman but his eyes turned to Artika who he had made a mistake. Who told the girl not to heed herself who always gets the center of attention from many people. Did you know that his pride was slightly hurt?

"Hahahaha, you're right sir, Miss Artika this is one of my mainstays when facing your father who always asked for data quickly and accurately." Salman is proud.

The inconsequential talks between Salman and Dalmouk lasted for an hour and during that time the cheek muscles of Artika stiffened from forcing themselves to smile.

"Then we'll excuse yourself." Salman got up from his seat and walked towards the exit. "Come Artika."

"So sir, you go first" Before following Salman from behind, Artika stood up and bowed to Dalmouk. "Something I forgot to tell Mr. Dalmouk."

"Yes, but don't be long, another job for you is waiting," Salman sighed and walked out of Dalmouk's room. Tumbennya Artika gave a pause. Is that not-don't.., ah, impossible! Artika is not the most female Salman knows. But what does it matter, this young man's business...

"Sir Dalmouk, if I have a wrong word in my speech last night, I apologize profusely," Artika bends her body a sign of apology makes Dalmouk surprised not to think Artika will apologize to him. "I want in the future there is no sense of obstruction and awkward in the business dealings with the Father, excuse me."

After confirming that he had apologized to Dalmouk, he withdrew from the room and closed the door from the outside.

BLAM!

Hah.., relieved it feels to have revealed what has stuck since the meeting earlier.., Artika raised her hands high showing relief and did not care about the gazes of those around her. His forced smile disappeared alternating with a smile of relief. He stepped lightly into his room to get back to work. I hope everything will be okay.

Contrary to Artika, Dalmouk laughed loudly at the apology from Artika earlier. Not expecting her self who was made back stunned by the attitude shown by Artika earlier.

***

Busyness again drowned Artika into the world of his work to not heed there is someone who always pay attention to him from a distance. The figure always smiled when there was no self in the shadow of the girl's bright and no burden. The feeling that was originally only in the form of self-esteem that was wounded by being ignored slowly turned into a strong desire to change the center of the girl's world that was originally about the geologist profession that the girl was always proud of being herself.

"Why now?" Ask Aisha.

“This is, all day I only get water, why I was less fortunate today.” complained Artika. "Overtime again, dizzy..."

“You sure you want to overtime again?” Aisha was astonished by the attitude of Artika who was getting crazier overtime. Come to think of it for almost two months his friend was like this. “Work the hell work, but not until the whole thing is suspended Artika..,” He saw around him there is only himself and Artika. Intention to take her home with extinct already.

“How else, crude oil production this month has not reached the target,” Artika tenders his sore back because it takes too long to pay attention to computer screens.

“Iya, but you are also an ordinary human who needs rest as well,” Aisha sighed while shaking her waist inexhaustibly with the way her comrade's mind struggles. “Too loving work is also not good Artika, cake streets, many places you can explore in Dubai this.”

“Let's go after this month's production is reached, soon it will be,” Artika is back in focus staring at her computer screen. “If you want to go home first, go home..,” Delicately dispose of her to Aisha so that she can concentrate on her work.

“Yes already, I go home first, remember take care of your health and do not be forced.”

“Iya...,” replied Artika without turning to Aisha who had left and allowed herself to make friends with the quiet night and the sound of the second wall clock.

"Need help?" The voice that Artika had managed to avoid made her freeze because it was clearly heard before her. Artika spontaneously looked up at the handsome face with her trademark smile and not a single word could come out to answer that question. The heartbeat squeezing his chest made Artika touch his chest to relieve him. What's really going on with him? Since the last meeting, every time he saw the figure of Dalmouk Al Hassimi even though only his back feeling like this must have appeared, whereas before meeting the man he was mediocre...

Dalmouk took the initiative to stand behind Artika and move the cursor that Artika has held since. The girl did not budge and only resigned when Dalmouk began to shift the cursor towards the location of the crude oil content that had escaped her sight since then.

“Finding the exact point between the layers of the earth. As for the technical requirements for the existence of petroleum content under the soil layer, first is the presence of parent rock (source rock), migration path, reservoir rock (reservoir rock), traps (trap), and so on, and the presence of a cover rock (cap rock) as well as a focused mind.” Dalmouk explained. As the heir of his father's oil company, he must surely master the basics of petroleum engineering. But that was not the point of his concentration but the girl who was currently silent in her sack. He sipped the delicate aroma of frangipani flower extract, white china tea, cherry blossoms, musky, and vanilla that combined into one with sweat to make himself lulled but still trying to maintain his logic.

CTIKS!

CTIKS!

CTIKS!

Dalmouk deftly helped Artika find oil content points so that the amount of oil production this month has reached the desired target to be submitted to the field operations team in order to start the exploration process.

“You should not forget about Artika,” Bisik Dalmouk friendly in the ear of Artika before changing his position back to each other face to face. Silence was created between the two of them.

“I'm in love with you Artika,” said Dalmouk honestly with a full gaze of longing. He must express it if he does not want to be tormented for longer by the feelings he harbors.

“Eh?”

“Be my lover..and I do not accept rejection.”.

***