Married to Janda Kembang
CV Jasmine

Marvel smiled, "Oh, there's no need for anything. I just want to ask, how was the interview today? Who passed the test?" ask Marvel, who wants to ask the woman's name.

"Oh, of the 100 applicants who are registered, we filter again into 30 people for office boy, office girl, secretary, warehouse admin and operational admin positions," he replied in a very rigid tone, because it is very reluctant to deal with the new CEO of this company.

"so. Which woman entered the quota of positions? What education? Whose name?" marvel asked in a row, making Mr. Anton confused.

Andre sighed with glaring eyes, understanding Marvel's intentions.

'I snapped, while diving, drinking water!' inner Andre, who felt his friend was very good at taking advantage of the situation.

"Sir Marvel needs a woman's CV? Let me send it to your room later," he said, Marvel became very embarrassed because it had asked a lot like that.

'Oh, why don't you think, huh?' inner Marvel who has been embarrassed by Mr. Anton.

"Well, please immediately send a copy of her CV to my room, yes," pinta Marvel, making Mr. Anton a small nod to hear it.

"Good, Sir. Soon."

"Know, don't you, my room?" marvel asked, Mr. Anton seemed to be smiling a little.

"Know, sir," he replied hesitantly.

"Okay, thank you. Excuse me first," said Marvel who then immediately left Mr. Anton and also Andre there.

Andre and Mr. Anton throw one another a glance. Feeling a very awkward situation, Andre cleared his throat to melt the atmosphere.

"Okay, I'm also happy. Excuse me," said Andre, Mr. Anton also gave a small nod to hear it.

Andre walked quickly, to try to catch up with Marvel, who had already arrived in front of the elevator.

While there, Melati just got out of the office building where she did the interview this morning. He stepped in with a doubtful feeling, because he felt something was stuck in his heart.

His steps came to a halt, when he felt he had to think about it properly, as to what was in his heart.

"Tadi ... That father I've seen before, deh. Where is it, huh? The hell, we met?" murmured Melati, who seemed to recognize Marvel.

How not? This morning they met at a crossroads. However, Melati seemed to be unaware of that.

The more thought, the more his mind is not clingy. He sighed violently, while shaking his head slightly, trying to break his own daydream.

"Ah, stop! Don't think. It doesn't matter either" Melati muttered again, trying not to think about the Marvel figure that still stuck in her heart.

Melati stepped back, to stop public transportation, which she would ride.

***

Marvel was still in his room this afternoon. As the new CEO of the company, Marvel has a lot of work to do.

Starting from memorizing the staff and their parts, memorizing every room and agency, holding meetings with staff and all section heads, signing the transfer of power file and so forth.

Some work is done. Now, he is working on a transitional file, which will be used to give him power over the work he currently holds.

Each sheet that says his name, he must sign in order to legalize all related files.

His work was stopped when he misplaced the files he was supposed to have taken. He even took CV Melati, who turned out to be on his desk.

His busy meeting with the staff and all the chiefs, made him forget his request to Mr. Anton this morning, to send him a copy of Melati's CV.

Marvel slapped his forehead softly, "Until he forgot about the woman's CV," he muttered, immediately stopping his work.

A yellow map, which read, "CV Melati," was currently in front of him. Very curious, Marvel also opened the contents of the map, and read the contents of the CV.

"The name Melati is fragrant as fragrant," muttered Marvel, who immediately laughed a little because of his original speech.

"Son, just jasmine is his name," he murmured again, trying to comfort himself, in the midst of his busyness.

Marvel went on to read the CV.

"His name is Melati, age 28. Wow, 2 years different dong with me. Luckily I was much older than him. So it can be a little mismatched yes," he muttered, making him instantly aware of his words that bounced.

"What the hell? How matching? Terrace kali!" he was talking to himself and his own thoughts.

"Start of Bina Bangsa University, with a GPA of 3.90. Waw! Good he didn't get 4.00. Because indeed, perfection only belongs to God," he chirped again, who seemed to be interested in the figure of Melati.

"States ...." Marvel's eyes were shocked, "divorced?"

Marvel lost a moment of his words, knowing Melati who turned out to have a status as a widow.

"He ... widow?" muttered Marvel in disbelief, with what was in the state of Jasmine.

Marvel thought for a moment, and denied her negative thoughts about the person who bears the status of a widow.

"Well, what's wrong with a widow? Not the wife of anyone either. The widow does not sin too, if she separated for the right reasons," he said, trying to strengthen her heart and not think badly of a widow.

His face suddenly turned into a blush. He covered part of his face, using his palm.

Marvel cleared his throat, "After all, widows aren't more experienced, are they?" marvel wondered to himself.

A few seconds later, Marvel also realized from his strange thoughts about Melati. He felt very stupid, because he had thought of things that should not be thought of.

He loudly patted his forehead, "It is not clear what this thought is. I've only met twice, why not think clearly?" he muttered with a face that was already very red, embarrassed to think of anything bad about Melati.

Marvel let out a long sigh, "My thoughts are now so messed up, is it because of the family's insistence to get married soon, huh?" he muttered in wonder with himself, as there was no one he could talk to to to pour out his current feelings of sadness.

Marvel thought for a moment of his own question, "Yes ..no wonder they also told me to get married quickly. I am also 3 years old this year. They are not young anymore either. Maybe, they want to get a successor as soon as possible for their business," he muttered, starting to open up with his own mind.

There's a sad side to Marvel's mind. He sighed violently, rubbing his face. Unexpectedly, his original thoughts had even made his heart become sad itself.

"Once again because of business, huh?" muttered Marvel, who seemed too tired to be under the pressure of his family, who only care about business.

***