My Angel Baby's
Jakarta I'm coming
...The MAB by VizcaVida...
...|02. Angel the hard worker|...
...Happy reading...
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Life alone does not necessarily make Angel complain tired with the days that have passed. He was even used to doing everything by himself, something that other girls thought he might do heavily without complaint. His father and mother had been separated since he was in First High School.
The separation of the father and mother does not necessarily make Angel become a person who is down and distanced from others. She grew up to be a strong, independent and mature woman. Also have good manners in the eyes of others.
Since graduating high school, Angel decided to stop receiving money from her father, and chose a part-time job following raising money to get an education in college majoring in management, as she wanted. His beautiful face is a bit of a month-to-month quite helpful and makes it easy to get a job.
Angel wants to bring her destiny better and more established, just like a woman she often sees when visiting the supermarket where she works. He even has a desire to work in a television company. It does not matter though only in the cleaning or cleaning service section. It all starts from the bottom, a principle that he holds strong to live life to stay confident
But maybe good luck is on his side. Angel earned more than her hopes of becoming a cleaning service, and became one of the most influential staff in the television building to which she has been listed. He was accepted unconditionally because of the potential he had read by one of the HR from the television station that he sent a job application after graduating S1, the capital's leading private university.
He thanked God for his achievements, and promised to be a devout congregation worshiping every week. Nor will he be able to do good, that good may come to him.
Angelica Baby Gisamara Rubel, is the name given by Patrick Rubel, the father who has now returned to his home country—New Zealand, because he has separated from his mother. While the mother Giara Bella Saphira chose to return to her hometown—Surabaya, in order to pioneer a boutique business that she had long desired. They no longer care about Angel who lives a kara in the capital, except for the father who still often asks Angel news by phone. The twenty-five-year-old girl was stricken without complete attention in her teens and was successful by herself, even so he never erased the slightest good memories and kindness of his parents who once loved and gave education and taught good manners to him.
The sound of the door creaking from the room of the CEO of the television station which became the place where Angel scavenged rupiah. The man in the old gray, well-groomed, pomade-haired suit all over the back side always looks handsome and charismatic. For Angel, a man like his boss is the figure that many women crave. Because besides being rich and handsome, this man is very friendly and kind to all staff who are under the auspices of his leadership.
“What is the meeting agenda today, Ngel?” ask Louis, the CEO who became Angel's most respected person in his place of work.
“There was a meeting with one of the clients in Le Quartier, Senopati, Kebayoran baru, ten o'clock in the morning, sir.” Angel replied without any faults. He is no longer awkward to live his job as a second secretary, after Rita.
Compared to Rita who often jumped directly into the field, Angel was more focused on taking notes and compiling the schedule of her superiors—Louis Furry Hutama, such as meetings with clients today.
Louis stopped the footsteps in a shiny pantofel right in front of Angel's desk. Then show the angel with a flat face and slightly wrinkled forehead. “Your name?”
“Yes, I will accompany you today.” replied Angel while nodding his head awkwardly instead of playing.
“Good. Carry my car yes, because the same car as the office driver like to be used today. Let me drive.”
Angel regretted having to make his boss drive his own vehicle again. He will try driving lessons if possible. But time never took sides, because after coming home from work from here, Angel had to take care of her online business engaged in snacks and cakes.
Yes, in addition to working at the Louis family-owned television station, Angel is also good at making various snacks and pastries that he markets through social networks that he has. Orders that he can sometimes much to himself lack of sleep, lack of rest. How else, living in the city requires struggle and hard work. Or if he lounges, he will be uprooted by the rigors of metropolitan life.
“Listen from the kids, you also have that cake business, huh?” louis asked, breaking the silence as the steering wheel turned to the right past a red crossroad light not far from his television building.
“Ah, the. Yes, sirs. Side work, rather than idle after returning home.”
Louis nodded trying to understand. This secretary is indeed not a girl who looks lazy to work, but a persistent and hardworking woman.
“What's sale?” continued curious.
Asked like this, Angel became inferior himself.
“There you are, sir. Kayak nastar pastry, kastengel, peanut cake. There is even a tart cake message I jabanin.”
Louis who was indeed a cheap smile, smiled at Angel's answer. “You are a hard worker huh?”
Angel smiled wryly. Circumstances that forced her to become a hardworking and tireless girl.
“Ah, yes. You can call me that.” replied Angel who immediately got a reaction from Louis. The handsome man turned to Angel for a few seconds before returning to focus on the slightly crowded streets this morning. “You how else, sir. I live alone in this city. There were no relatives, just a few playmates I knew around the apartment I was living in. Bills are also many, not to mention the cost of living is quite high.” Angel cerocos interspersed with a small laugh on his plum lips. Angel does have a pretty good public speaking ability.
“See you work here, not enough?” louis asked curiously with a frown. He was afraid that the employees in his office were not prosperous and prosperous with the salary and bonuses he had given so far. “Ah, sorry.” continued Louis suddenly felt wrong talk.
Caca gasps. Not not enough, but he just wants to reduce boredom when alone, in addition to financial matters of course.
“Enough cocoon, sir.”
In the middle of his chat with Louis, Angel's phone vibrates. He reached into her from inside the famous branded bag the only one he had, then looked at the name that appeared on his screen. Daddy.
“There's phone? Why not answer?” asked Louis after reading Angel's movements that look clumsy.
“Ah, no. Phone call from my dad. I can contact you later after I finish working.”
“Jawab only, who knows important.”
Angel lowered. He hesitated, but also missed. It's been almost two months that her father's number could not be reached. He was afraid something might happen to his father.
“It's okay I talked to him for a while, sir?”
“Please.” replied Louis with a bearded shoulder and an open palm to welcome.
“Sorry, I'm sorry to talk to my father for a minute.” he said asking permission that was immediately taken by Louis.
The car turned right when Angel pulled out her silent phone. He swiped his phone screen, then dialed his father's number through the WhatsApp application which did not take long to answer.
“Dad,” call Angel, a little interesting curiosity Louis. “How are you?” caca said hello with a happy glowing face. “I'm worried about you, dad. Are you okay?”
Louis almost bends his eyebrows when he hears Angel using a foreign language when talking to his father.
“I Miss you too.” said Angel continued. “No, I'm fine, how about you, daddy?”
Daddy's?
Ah, Daddy's soul a Louis suddenly revolted when he heard Angel mention the word several times.
“Ah, yeah. But I'm working now. I'll talk to you later.” Angel smiled until one of his teeth caught Louis's eye. “Eum. I Miss you too. I Miss you so bad. Bye daddy.”
Angel ended the call and put the phone back in the bag.
“Which person are you?”
Angel was surprised because Louis was interested to know where his father came from.
“Ah, the. Father from New Zealand.”
“Oh wow.” chuckles Louis did not expect with lips develops a wide smile. “It's worth your face like there's a little bit of his bule accent.”
”Ah yes?” angel said, blushing as Louis's words sounded like a compliment in his ear.
“If mama, original person here?”
The car stopped because the red light was on.
“Original mother Surabaya. My father and mother met him in Bali, sir.”
Louis laughed a little. “Wah, the story must be exciting.”
Angel laughed at Louis' enthusiasm for the journey of how his parents combined love.
“It seems like a long time ago, yes.” replied Angel still with a smile between his head that looks sad. “But not in the end, because they decided to divorce when I sat on the bench at the end of SMP.”
Hearing that, there was a slight sense of tightness in Louis's heart that had been so excited to admire the story of the two parents Angel.
“Oh, sorry.”
“It's okay, sir. Anyway it's long gone. I can already accept their decision kok.”
Louis nodded awkwardly as he still felt bad.
“Daddy still often asks me news. But mom has lost contact since I decided to live alone in jakarta.”
The bad taste in Louis' heart turned pity. It turned out that this girl beside him had a life that could probably be said to be quite complicated and not as beautiful as it seemed. Louis was just able to see a line of sadness that was so real from Angel after the sentence was spoken.
“So, you live a kara, here?”
Angel nodded, and the day Louis slipped.
“Iya. And I have to fight hard for myself, here.” []
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