Love Should Choose
Gossip In Office

"Pak Restu, this is the file that you asked for earlier, all I have compiled, only you learn" said Artika the secretary handed a folder containing documents to Restu. "This is a file that makes it noon right?", Restu opened the file sheet and looked at it for a while. "Yes, sir, it's the afternoon we'll bring the meeting with the client".

Restu mangosteen - mangosteen learned it, "yes already, I'll call you again if there is improvement".

Artika wanted to pass from there, but she remembered something, "sorry Mr. Restu, later lunch hour, the Bimo wanted to buy lunch, but order food from the caterer, the caterer, he's asking permission to use the little hall on the other end, can't you sir?".

Restu looked up, "originally don't pass from one o'clock in the afternoon, you come too?". "Yes sir, because everything in this room is in the treaty, including the father, how?".

"I..?", Restu pointed to his chest.

"Yes sir, today is his birthday".

"Ckk.kayak aja small children use in the termites. Yes, see how later", continued Restu indifferently after that and re-study the document in front of him. "Okay sir, I'm sorry". Artikas passed from there.

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The hall room was not too crowded, only a few core employees in one division were seen there. Bimo Sang has a treatise to look wild because there are things that have not been seen, Farada the caterer has not been seen.

Yes, he was indeed very interested in the sweet-talking girl. That was why he deliberately asked Artika to order food using Farada. "When, Mr. Restu so come along?", Bimo asked Artika who was chatting with Henny finance. "Oh, he said that he had time, present anyway, the food was also separated me tuh", Artika gave the code with his mouth.

Suddenly Farada entered while carrying other extra food, he was accompanied by one employee who brought the following drinks and, "sorry Mbak Tika was a little late", he said", he said to the secretary of Mr. Restu while bowing respectfully and immediately then arrange the location of the food following fresh fruit arranged in such a way spelled. "It is not too late also mbak Fara, just relax, soon lunch event really!", said Artika when he saw Farada a little rushed - rush to arrange the food.

Farada larak lyrics steal a look around, there is no Mr. Restu there. "Hufft.", He sighed, a little disappointed when he did not see the man of his dreams there. "Pak Restu is coming soon", Goda Artika whispered to Farada. Artika knows that Farada likes their boss, seen from the frequent praise that comes from the mouth of Farada. "Huh.?", Farada opened and closed his mouth, his face met red to be found out his way of thinking.

"Well.that is!", whispered Artika directing her face to the door of the hall. Mr. Restu, the General Manager cold turned out to be present, had thought he did not want to join, just two hours later there was a meeting with the client, so what's wrong while waiting, just wait, mingling with his men.

Farada was stunned for the umpteenth time.his handsome puja was present. He played a dream - if in his mind, ah suppose it.pak Restu father of my children. aihhh, perfect taste, complete already my life .

"Hey.smile - smile yourself", Bimo's slow reprimand automatically disperse everything. Artika laughed, while Farada returned with a face like a boiled crab. "What the hell sir, ngagetin aja!", Farada grumbled.

"Kok hasn't started yet?, one hour has to disperse from here loh, don't let through", heavy and cold sound Mr. Restu.

"Yaudah yuk, we start Bim", Artika who acts as a host also started this small show.

Meanwhile, Farada himself slowly walked to the corner of the room, he was actually not so fond of events like this, but because the catering was ordered by Bimo through Artika, or else she must be present. It doesn't have to be the truth, he could have had his own employees deliver, but since the company where his dream man orders, he just wants to see it.

"Nih, I bring it to you.", Bimo's voice breaks his concentration that is watching Mr. Restu, thrusting a box of food rations. "Well, it was food from me sir, no need sir, I before leaving had already eaten", Farada refused subtly, his attention was divided. "Yes, the other time on the meal, you just look at it, just take it no what, I'll message it more, intentionally...".

Look, Mr. Restu, I am full sir

Farada still refused, but because Bimo was a little pushy, he did not feel good, he finally received the food box.

While eating, Bimo tried to continue to invite Farada to talk, even though he responded to one question and one answer.

"No sir, I'm just a hobby of cooking" Farada answered a bit clumsy, but the lyricist saw the movement of Mr. Restu who also himself enjoyed the food. Ah.and I can masakin mr. Restu every day

"But, how does the cuisine taste - the style of a five-star hotel?", a little bombastic compliment from Bimo came out.

Cihh can say somay mujinya.

"Well sir?, I've never known the hotel's cuisine".

"Truly, notar when - when I bring deh rasain hotel food, must taste the same" said Bimo more aggressive. He thought it was rare - rarely had the chance to get close and be able to chat with Farada. The girl always avoided him if he tried to get close. "You don't?", continued Bimo's invitation.

"Ehh.oh, I tongue taste warteg sir, can not cook hotel, mules me", replied Farada sekhenya. Between annoyed and disturbed because he could not concentrate on seeing Mr. Restu.

"You know, we eat in warteg aja how, warteg is also no less delicious anyway".

Farada garuk - scratching his nape that is not itchy, confused to say how, he is stuck talking to himself. "Mmhh.hhh, if there is a time, sir, because I have difficulty empty time", return to answer as soon as possible.

"I'm waiting for you to be empty, so can you ask for your phone number?".

Suddenly, Artika patted Bimo's shoulder slowly, "This one who has a wish even mojok here, how about, there love the word - what word is it, just about done it!".

Bimo was shocked, "Eh yes", Bimo patted his eel, then rushed to join the others.

"Si Bimo said what to you, Fara?", asked Artika whispered. "No talking, just nanya and muji" replied Farada innocently.

"Heart is the same he mah, axe stamp player!", said Artika later. "Yes, looking at the way he was talking", Farada nodded, asserting.

"You, Mr. Restu, have a wife?", asked Farada carefully.

"Where do you want to have a wife, a boyfriend does not have!", Artika paused her sentence, He sipped juice in the hand, "his person is like a block of ice, who feels at home?", he continued later.

I feel at home mbak...

"When you don't have a partner yet?", whispered Farada in disbelief. "You want to?, the guy's really cold, like not interested in women, don't - don't turn! hihi.", Artika then realized, "Astagfirullah.sorry sir in gosipin!". he said slowly, "already ah gossipnya, sin. You continue to eat it, soon at one o'clock, the show breaks up".

Farada laughed to himself with the secretary's misbehavior, saying no to his boss.

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