Love Poems Cinderella Mask
Staking out

"For starters, make me coffee?" continue Haris again.

"Woi!!" yell at the other at the same time. Tumultuous.

Shasa just smiled broadly.

"ignore them. They're my fans" said the man casually.

"Don't believe die. Later the pellets will work," said one of them and greeted with thunderous laughter.

The office looks very relaxed. Shasa was confused, Bima seemed to not care about the crowd outside his room. Is it usually like this? Much like? "Yes, Brother. Where's the kitchen?"

"not kitchen. Pantry," Haris pointed to his location to the right, in a hallway.

"Oh, yes Brother."

Shasa headed towards that place.

"My glass has a picture of the car?"

"Yes, sister" cried the girl who had gone far.

There are 2 doors there. The first door was the pantry room. Shasa makes coffee there and delivers it to Haris with a mug glass belonging to the gondrong man. The man thrust out a chair for Shasa to sit next to him.

"Yes Brother?" Shasa sat on that chair.

There was a scream from one of the officers who was greeted with another laugh. Shasa's face was red.

"Forget them because they have trouble forgetting you, a cieee," The man spoke but he also laughed making the girl smile again. "Ok, are we focused on the Creative Team?" Then after that he began to smoothly explain what the Creative Team is and what its work and responsibilities are. Shasa listened carefully.

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Rika's upset. From then on the test was not inexhaustible. From general knowledge tests, IQ tests, to psychological tests. After that, he was interviewed. After a while, "mmh, we saw your CV last education was High School. Do you know what a job on TV is like?"

"No sir."

"Mmh, working here requires hard work to support a broadcast. Are you willing to do that?"

"Capable," said Rika without thinking long.

"Capable of learning from nothing and working without time?"

"Eh? Don't know time?"

"Yes. Working on tv it was originally 24 hours non stop Ma'am. It seems to be closed at 12 pm and broadcast again from 4 am but the activities here never break because we have to always prepare the broadcast of Mbak every time, that's why our office never closes either."

"Oh, yes." A little confused the girl replied. "Eh, do I always have to be here?"

"Oh, no. Depends on the call."

"meaning?"

"For a while, we'll be giving training a week while working. We'll see where the mama fits."

"Oh, so I'm accepted?" rika was happy. Smile on his lips.

"Eh, training first yes Ma'am. Starting tomorrow."

"Oh, thank you sir."

"Don't forget to come in the morning at 6."

"Hour 6?"

"That's real bad luck. In the morning news broadcast section, the news announcer came at 3 am."

Rika's dumbfounded. "... Oh."

"Yes Ma'am. It depends on the need." The man thrust his hand towards the girl and endured it. "Welcome to join?"

"Oh, yes sir." Rika welcomes.

The man walked out of the interview room but Rika was still in the room as her head was still filled with a sense of astonishment.

Ah, nevermind. At least, not that hard. The important thing is that I get to meet my prince. Rika put her hands together on her chest, expectantly. He stepped out of the room.

The girl went back to Abra's office but the man was out of the office. It's only half-twelfth, is he in a meeting outside or has he gone for lunch? "For the meeting, Ma'am?"

"Mh, he said so."

"When is lunch back?"

"Sir Abra's gone from eleven o'clock. Depends on the hell Ma'am, lunch is not the same as his client."

Rika's riveted. Did I just wait, huh? "Can you wait for Mommy?"

"Oh yes please."

Rika sat back on the sofa.

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Abra sat restlessly in the car. He didn't know why he could drive there. Since this morning his brain can not be invited to compromise to make it difficult for him to concentrate on work. Well, why did I get here? I have a lot of busyness so I should be able to put this aside for a moment, but I'm not. My life is starting to make no sense. This has been since I met you, Miss. Camn it!

He looked ahead. A one-story house that was quite large was plastered in front of him. He was observing the house now. I don't know what to expect from the house when he reached the other side of the house, which he must be quite relieved to have arrived there. He hoped that there would be a miracle that would calm him down.

Abra sighed. He placed his hand across the steering wheel and placed his chin on it. He waits.

The work was tedious but fruitful when a petite veiled girl walked out the front door of the house half an hour later. The plain-faced sweet girl he had been waiting for so much came out alone towards the fence. Incidentally the house was fenced not too high so he could see the motion of the girl who reached the gate.

Well, I should how is this? Abra's confused. He wanted to get close to the girl, but he had to have a good reason why he was there. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.

"Ah, in due course," though have not found the reason Abra desperate to come down. He went to the Mini Market.

He saw that the girl was watching a shelf while carrying a basket. Near him the girl.

"Yes shasa?" He pointed towards the girl's face making the girl surprised.

"Eh?" Shasa blinked his gentle bead of eyes in disbelief at what he saw. This fella? Why is he here?

"Shasa is his name?"

"Eh, yes."

"What's right here?"

"Eh, that. Shop." The girl was nervous because the man was already beside her. That handsome guy.

Abra gave Shasa a nervous smile. The girl was more adorable when nervous, making the man more curious to get closer. Shasa by himself reflexed backwards as the man stepped forward without seeing anyone behind him standing looking at the shelf.

"Oh, uh sorry." The girl hit him until she immediately looked over. A mother looked at him in wonder.

Abra grabs Shasa's hand for fear of the girl falling. "Are you okay?"

But the girl was focused on the woman. "Sorry Mom, sorry." He bowed his head several times.

"Eh, yes. It's okay." The woman also passed.

"Why are you backing out?"

"Eh, what?" Shasa only realized there was still Abra beside him, close, even grasping his arm. "Eh ...." He immediately pulled his hand.

"Oh, sorry." But the man's eyes were unmoved. He wants to get acquainted. It matters! "Eh, you again ...."

"Eh, sorry. I'm in a hurry." Shasa recalled something and hurried to look back at the row of coffee he was after and then picked up which was wrapped in several rancengs to order and which were wrapped in large bags. He then moved on in search of another, sugar and instant noodles.

Abra was forced to follow him. "your mentor is here huh, I just remembered."

"Mmh?" Shasa paused for a moment, but then continued his search.

Uh, did he realize I was looking for him on purpose? Uh, this mouth! Abra wanted to slap her mouth for almost getting caught. But not papa if he knows. Ge er isn't he?

It didn't seem like Shasa was busy finishing his shopping.

Is he insensitive or really busy? Abra looks disappointed.

"Ah, mission, mission, mission." Shasa pushed Abra aside so that he could pass.

The man was forced to give the road because the Mini Market was small and narrow while the visitors began to crowded.

The girl finished her shopping by lining up at the cashier. The opportunity was used by Abra to get back to him.

"Eh, it's lunchtime. You didn't have lunch? Yuk together yuk, I happen to have no lunch friends alone."

The girl looked confused. "Eh, sorry Brother. I just got to work, I can't leave a job. Sorry Brother. Anyway ... afraid to be sought out Brother Bima." The last sentence was made slightly different making Abra aware of his position.

"Oh, uh. Excuse me. Your boyfriend will be looking for you, right? Sorry."

They look awkward but Abra has not yet moved from the girl's side. "I'll take you across?"

The girl just kept quiet. Abra could not guess his heart. After paying for her groceries, the girl crossed Abra to the front of her office.

"Favor Brother."

"Oh, no papa." Abra rubbed the back of his head. Then he crossed over.

Shasa immediately got into the fence while Abra was in the car. He saw the back of the girl who was away near the door of the house. The house has a large yard so that it accommodates all the vehicles of its employees. After Shasa breaks into Abra's house, he hits the driver of his car, upset.

Why am I being like this? Do I justify the haram? I think I'm half a century late to know him. Should be .. ah! This fret is increasingly disturbing until he has to bite his fingernails. Why did I never see him in Jakarta? Why just now? Why after the girl was with someone else? Wh why? Why does love come at the wrong time? Huh ... Shasa. Why after a day of meeting you can make me nervous.

After all, you are dating an old man. I'm younger than him. It's kinder, but .. You chose it. He then realized, there is no point in thinking so because love does not look at the physical. Rika is prettier than Shasa but she chooses Shasa. Logic does not apply. Before he got even more confused and sought justification, he immediately left the place.

"Sha, where have you been?" Apparently Bima was waiting for the girl.

"Shopping at Mini Market." Shasa showed me the shopping.

"Yep, lunch."

Shasa immediately brought his groceries to Pantry. He came out soon. He then went with Bima out.

Some employees noticed it.

"That's Shanum, who's Mr Bima?" Toto tilted his body to the left asking Vera, the fat lady beside him.

"You!" Vera shrugged her shoulders.

Toto rubbed his bald head. "Brothers, it's not like. It's not similar. If it's his girlfriend, you can't be HARIS' brother!!!" Toto glanced at Haris in front of him while laughing.

"Eh, once again you want me, I got a tattoo of your bottle!" Haris looked back while pointing at Toto with a pen. Toto and Vera laughed loudly.

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What an exhausting day. Thank you for continuing to read this novel. Do not forget likes, comments and votes as well as gifts and coins are still in the waiting author, let the spirit of writing. This is Kevin Torick Natawijaya's visual. Abra's brother is stiff and iron-handed. Greetings, Ingflora 💋

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