Mr. Cha, wait me!
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It has been almost 2 months Fisya worked as a secretary for Mr. Marcel and concurrently worked at Boutik MAH. It was so busy, that he never had time for sports on Sundays.

Drrrrt,drrrrt,drrrr... Fisya's phone shook, there was an incoming call from Nela.

'Yes mbak? Wh why? Play to the house? Can you, Mbak Nela remember my home address? Okay, I'll wait up.' Mbak.'

Tut, tut...

"Mbak Nela wants to come here, you know that I'm a mager. Bring food to talk as well. It's so nice to have friends like them."

Drrrt,drrrt,drrr.. There was another call on Fisya's cell phone, apparently a call from Mr. Marcel.

'Yes sir? What do you need my phone on Sunday?'

'Actually I have to be with you, can you meet me in a regular cafe?'

'I'm sorry, but I can't. I have an appointment with someone else, and again it's a holiday sir. I never worked on Sundays.'

'Oh, yes, that's it.'

Tut, tut...

"Hello? Sir? Eh, already dead? Mr. Marcel from yesterday was very strange, from what was once a very indifferent the perfectionist now seems to change very much. More attention is the same to me, so it's a little uncomfortable."

"Assalamu'alaikum, Fishy. We have come."

Fisya opened the door and allowed his two friends to enter.

"Well, you guys bring this much food?"

"Yes dong, today we want a party at your house." Nela said with a big smile.

"Yes, we cook from boring nothing. What matters is a full stomach, right Nel?"

"Yes dong, anyways you since being his secretary Mr. Marcel was very busy knowing, until never had time to gather with us."

"Yes, I'm sorry. Actually I also feel tired too, but what else? Marcel hasn't had a secretary yet."

"Eh, but not strange. Usually we become his secretary he is only 2 weeks. It was also the longest time, and again if we have become her secretary we can be free from work in the boutique. But is the same fish different, right?" Ask Sari wonder.

"It's also true to think of it, it seems that Mr. Marcel is a good fit to work with you."

"Suit it fits mbak, but I also feel weird mbak. Some days Mr. Marcel's attitude is very different know not, like showing his attention is the same as me. And again that I used to sit in front with Pak Jaya now even told to sit back with him."

"Don't she like you?" Sari asked with a serious face.

"It is not possible to mbak. Ah, yuk cook. We're eating all the food on this holiday."

"Ready."

On the day of this week the three of them are preoccupied with cooking activities that can make them forget for a moment the routine they do every day. The rush of non-stop work. They really enjoy their togetherness, but only know a few months but they have been like friends since childhood. The familiarity of the three of them often envy the other employees.

"Finally done too, now we can eat as much."

"Yes mbak, seneng deh if you can often kayak gini."

"Well, we have to make an agenda for an event like this again."

"What next time we invite the others as well? Agree to not?"

"It's a good idea, the more rame the more fun you know."

All day they joke laughter at Fisya's house, night comes quickly. Nela and Sari have to leave because tomorrow they have to work again. And after the two friends came home, suddenly Fisya's phone vibrated again there was a phone call from Mr. Marcel again.

'Yes sir?'

'You're free?'

'I just want to say tomorrow you can't be late, because there's an important meeting.'

"Yes?" Tut, tut, tut."Eh, already dead? This guy wants anything, not clear from this morning. Udah ah mending sleep, let tomorrow not get a scolding."

Next morning.

"You're 3 minutes late."

"Too late? But according to my watch, I'm not too late sir."

"My hours are more timely."

"It's up to sir." Mumbled to himself.

"What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything, sir. You heard it wrong."

"Hurry in the car!"

"Sir Jaya?"

"Pak Jaya, there's business so today we work just the two."

"Ah, yes sir. Read today's agenda, sir."

"Today's meeting I'll postpone."

"Eh? Why sir? How did I just know?"

"I have more important business."

"But sir, yesterday I said this is an important meeting and it involves a big event that will be held at the MAH hotel right? I think our time is too tight, sir."

"I know better than you."

".... Huh, whatever sir. Why do I have to come if you don't work today. I could work in a boutique first."

"Fussy."

"Eh?"

Throughout the journey of Fisya and Mr. Marsel, Fisya always frowned because he felt he had been played by his boss. Even Fisya felt uncomfortable being alone with his boss. He did not know where the car driven by Mr. Marcel went, and Fisya was reluctant to ask. Suddenly Fisya heard the sound of the waves from a distance, he looked at the car window and it was true that this car was heading to the beach.

"Well, that's beautiful." Fisya could not hide his admiration of seeing the sea when he was still in a running car.

Ckiiittt's. Without being given a warning, Fisya had already opened the door and headed to the edge of the sea. As if unaware of the existence of Mr. Marcel, Fisya was so busy enjoying the beautiful scenery that was in front of his eyes.

"Well, the blue view of the sea is really beautiful. Instantly the sense of chest tightness instantly disappeared. Hmm, comfortable."

"Do you like it?"

Deg. Suddenly Fisya remembered that he was there not alone. Mr. Marcellah who took him to the beach in the midst of busy schedule Mr. Marcel.

"Why did you bring me here?"

"I'm not taking you, I just don't want to be alone when I go to sea."

"So the story is that you are afraid that there are ghosts of the sea, and I as a shield that must protect the father?:

"Gts, hahahaah. You can, where there is such a thing. I often go to the sea to unwind, and I think maybe you were too busy yesterday because of a lot of work, so I invite you here."

"Oh, thank you sir. It turns out that you can also care about your employees. I can't believe you can laugh like that either"

They both enjoy the beauty of the waves and feel the cool breeze by the sea. Fisya never knew that his boss was this good. Whether there is a specific meaning or not. And he remembered the one he had longed for. He wanted to shout that person's name.