Love Poems Cinderella Mask
Workings

"What's up, brother?"

"Mmd? Nope." The man's eyes moved in all directions. He looks confused. "Continue cooking."

"Oh, yes Brother." Shasa then cooks the eggs but she does not feel comfortable as the man walks back and forth behind her.

"Mk."

Shasa was shocked when he realized the man was already right behind his back. The tall Damar slightly bent so that his head was close beside the girl's face. It was as if he was watching Shasa cooking from behind.

"Eh, Brother." Shasa was getting uncomfortable.

"I don't like my eggs!" Damar saw the girl was not concentrating.

"Eh, yes Brother." Shasa put the cooked omelet on a plate. At that time he could get a little away but the man was still waiting for him in front of the stove. He wanted to cook the sausage but hesitated.

"Why?" Damar saw Shasa's hesitation.

"Sorry Brother, it's not good to cook with that decoction. Not a deal."

Damar stayed away. Shasa started frying the sausages by adding cooking oil, but before long the man stood back behind Shasa. The man even placed his hands next to the girl's body and locked her to move.

Shasa was astonished. "Sister!"

"No, I like the smell of shampoo in your hair." Damar was trying to inhale the smell of shampoo from the head of the girl.

"Sir ...." Shasa tried to beg.

"Watch your cooking!" snapped Damar because the girl was starting to not concentrate.

"I can't concentrate if you're behind me" complained Shasa annoyed. He tried to talk carefully to his cousin so that there was no quarrel.

"Why did you become a girl? I'm hugging you like this." The man immediately grabbed Shasa's waist and held her.

Shasa immediately refused by shaking his cousin's hand. "Sister! Sorry but this is so outrageous!" Screeching sound Shasa tried to hold it so that the entire house did not wake up because of it.

Damar just stared fixedly at the girl before finally coming out of the kitchen with an annoyed face. Shasa sighed.

The girl then brought the plate to the dining table. "It's Brother."

"Sit down." The man encodes Shasa sitting nearby with his chin.

Shasa reluctantly sat down. He saw the man start grabbing the spoon and started eating.

"You're serious about Bima?"

Mmm, what does that mean?

"You're asked, dong answered," said the man.

"And Brother look at me as Bima."

"Yes, intention is not .." said the man as he chewed. He looked annoyed because Shasa did not answer directly.

"If the courtship must be serious, brother. Nothing serious."

Damar glanced at Shasa while cutting his sausage. "You don't seem to be a match for dating Bima."

"Why?"

"It doesn't fit." Damar still glanced at Shasa while bribing his sausage with the rice.

Shasa just kept quiet. Why would he comment like that? There is no benefit for him either. "Sister, isn't it? I'm going upstairs," he's lazy to talk about this because he's dizzy. One told him to date and the other told him to stop. Since when should his courtship be arranged by someone else? He is half-hearted in living it.

That night, fortunately, no other tasks were given by Damar for him until he could immediately rest. The girl tried to sleep again.

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A bright morning. Rika had already finished breakfast and rushed to the main door.

"Eh, uh, uh, you're not greeting Papa," Papa Rika who just came out of the room called her son. Rika had to come back and kiss her hand and then leave. The girl stepped back to the main door that her maid had opened.

Mama Rika out of the kitchen. "It was nice to see him excited to work. Hopefully he doesn't regret his decision not to go to college."

Papa Rika laughed. "You don't seem to know Rika. He always makes hasty decisions that he will later regret, but if it is forbidden he will not. Yeah, we'll see."

Rika finally arrived at the tv station. There were crew and other employees on duty. He even accidentally met Abra in front of his office carrying coffee to the room. His clothes were still the same as yesterday and his hair was a little messy.

"For Brother."

Abra just looked at Rika.

"Oh, sir," Rika realizes her mistake calling Abra 'Sister' in the office environment.

"Morning," the man replied briefly.

Ih, really jutek. Rika noticed Abra's clothes. "Shirt the same sir? You haven't come home yet?"

Abra looked at his clothes. "Mk."

"Mr nginep?"

"Oh, it's so common here." He left Rika just like that.

Uh, how was it left? "Sir, where do I work sir?"

The man turned his body. It seems he has not been up long from his sleep. "Where do I know. Didn't people interview you yesterday tell you?"

"No."

"Then find him and ask him." Abra stepped back into the room and closed the door.

Ih, why am I left alone here anyway? Where in his office is no one else, I have to ask who? The secretary has not yet arrived. Huh, how must you Abra. Rika racked waist. Shortly after, he was out of the office.

In her study, Abra enjoys her coffee with a smile. Welcome to the real world, girl.(Welcome to the real world, miss), he thought. He sipped his coffee in half and then went back to sleep on the long sofa.

"Sister."

"Mk." Bima is still focusing on driving his car.

"May not Brother, from tomorrow I leave alone."

"Mmh, why?"

"I'm not good with other officers."

"You're my boyfriend." Bima put a smile on her mouth.

"I'm also an officer there, I don't want to be privileged Kak later the others are reluctant. Brother Bima so bothered also every day pick me up."

Bima glanced over from the small mirror above her. This girl is very different from Rika who always wanted to be privileged. Shasa is an independent person.

"I didn't bother Shasa, but .. You're very independent. Alright. I'll get it, but I can take you home, right?" From the small mirror above him Bima saw the veiled girl nodding. "OK."

At the office, Shasa starts working by helping employees there. Although at first they were reluctant because they finally knew Shasa and Bima were dating, Shasa was able to prove that he was serious in helping and working.

Bima came out of her study and came to Haris. "I want to go out to meet the client yesterday, but there are new clients who want to come to the office. You've just met them, right?"

"Well sir, my appearance today is a mess sir. Just look for another one, whose shirt is a little neat."

"Who's up."

Then everyone looked towards Shasa who happened to always be neatly dressed to the office.

"Well he is, sir" Haris pointed towards Shasa.

"He's a new kid, how can he. You want it!"

"Eh, yes sir."

"Ck, anyways you often really go to the office wearing casual clothes. This office has begun to develop, so you should at least prepare office clothes here too, so if suddenly meet clients like this so it is not difficult."

"Yes sir."

"The others heard it too?"

"Yes sir" they said in unison.

"I'll drop off your office with Ris."

"Ready sir," Haris smiled as he put his fist on his forehead.

Bima is out.

20 Minutes later the waiting client arrived. Haris takes the client to the meeting room with Shasa.

The girl looked nervous. "What am I supposed to say?" whispered.

Haris laughing. "They came because they needed the product advertised. Nothing is important because they will talk and we will only listen. We're just offering the option for the ad and that's let me do the talking. You're just trying to be friendly."

"That?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Then I make a drink first" Shasa was about to go out but was then arrested by Haris.

"No, there's no Linda." Haris pulls Shasa forward as his client is already sitting across the table in front of them. Inevitably Shasa was forced to sit down and start greeting them. He tried to remember the way Bima yesterday chatted with his client.

At first he was very nervous, and his voice shook a little but over time he was able to get along with their guests. Especially after their clients started telling the product they wanted to advertise, Haris took over by offering services and negotiating. The conversation lasted for half an hour. The client consisting of 3 men then said goodbye.

"Haaah .. ugly huh?" Shasa sighed.

"No, it's cool!" Haris raised his thumb.

"Times?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Haaah I was panicking earlier," Shasa complained.

"For beginners, it's good. Stay married Mr. Bima, you can be the wife of the businessman."

"Did!" Shasa hits Haris on the shoulder in embarrassment.

Haris laughing.

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Rika's upset. He was just told to keep going. Send data from the broadcast room to the editing room, make coffee for artists and managers, tidy up cables, and much more. He was tired of having to run there and all had to be rushed. Sometimes he had not had time to unwind, there was another task waiting for him.

What kind of job is this? I'm not a lackey to be asked to come here, it's delicious! I'm the son of a rich man yes, and not level is also told to work job jongos like this, his mind is upset.

Rika stared at her nearly broken high heels. He tried to open it. Painful felt all over his toes because he had to run around with the shoes earlier. Fortunately it was one of his expensive shoes so the blisters on his hind legs were not so bad, but still he almost cried because of the scuffed skin of his feet and his beloved shoes were almost damaged.

"Hey, don't sit in that chair! That's a chair for artists!" an officer warned.

Irritatedly he stood up. He would have almost kicked the chair if he had not heard one of the employees calling the other because their leader had come to the place. "Eh, not yet? we want to take(record) again! Mr. Abra will be here soon."

Hurriedly, several officials tidied up the stage including Rika. In a hurry he tried to carry out his duty, but he did so with annoyance.

"Hey, real work do not ogah-ogahan so," reprimanded one of the leaders there.

"It hurts sir, his leg," complained Rika.

"Ck, any more work like this who would want to wear high heels like that? See, the others all wear sneakers or sports shoes, not shoes like that. Tomorrow, change your shoes for a more comfortable one, you know?"

"Yes sir."