My Berondong Husband
#13 There's A Bigger Boss Than Ruben's Boss
"Morning, sir," Kesya said, knocking and opening Kevin Sanjaya's door.
Kevin Sanjaya turned his body around and unexpectedly Kesya. He thought Kevin Sanjaya was the father of fierce white hair, apparently far from that impression. He was young, handsome, and charismatic.
"Yes. Please come in." That heavy sound seemed to make the room shake, coupled with an expressionless face.
Kesya walked up to Mr. Kevin who was behind his desk. The work room was so large, almost like his workplace which was even though it was arranged several tables.
He sat in the chair in front of Kevin's desk, just after he was told to sit down. Without Kesya being aware, the aroma of scented began to enter his nose, a smell that he had never felt when he was with Mr. Ruben boss.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm from the advertising office sir, want to explain the advertising you asked for."
"May I see."
Kesya held a document containing some parts of the discussion about the ad that Kevin wanted.
Mr. Kevin received it and took a quick glance and handed the file back to Kesya, Kesya looked a little confused, what was wrong.
"I refuse." Said Mr. Kevin with his flat face.
Kesya really did not believe what she saw, not until a minute sir Kevin checked the file, then returned it with bad news. This was overtime for three days and waited for thirty minutes.
"But, Sir,"
"I don't like the discussion on the ads you submit. I think it's too old-fashioned to use program effects. If you can fix it maybe I can change my mind."
Kesya thought for a moment, how he quickly improved his work, because he for him used the program effect much better, although it took a long time in editing.
"Hows it? If it's not fixed, I'm breaking up this work relationship."
"Okay sir, I'll fix it and I'll discuss it with the team as soon as possible."
"I look forward to the good news tomorrow. Please."
"I'll come back soon with a fix. Thank you, Sir. Excuse me."
Kesya tidied up the documents, then put them back in her bag. For a moment he looked at the face of Mr. Kevin who had always been flat since, without a single smile. Clever, young entrepreneur, but stingy smile, maybe that's what's on his mind.
Kesya walked out of the room, sir Kevin, with a feeling of arrogance. his work in vain, he had to repeat everything from the beginning. Though he thought, he had tried his best and talked with the Kalong trio that it was good, even repeatedly asked the boss for advice, and he said his idea was new and good.
Outside the door, Kevano waited quietly while continuing to play the game he was on, when he realized Kesya came out he immediately put the device into his pants pocket.
"Where?"
"What?"
"The job, Mr Kevin, right?"
"No."
"No, can't. Here let me just talk to Kevin sir, when he refuses." Kevano tried to take the bag Kesya was holding, he wanted to talk about it with Kevin even though he did not know how.
After getting outside, he and Kevano entered the car, massaging his painful forehead while turning on the AC with a rush, so that his brain was cold and not hot anymore with painful remarks from Mr. Kevin.
"My ad was rejected." Kesya said while covering her face as a sign that she was sad.
"So I can't even talk."
"Said Mr. Kevin, the ads that have been filtered are too time consuming, he wants to replace them. If not, the employment relationship will be cancelled. Do you know what that means?"
Kevano.
"That means Putra Group is on the verge of trouble."
Kesya cried crocodile, and shouted as if she was really sad.
"Jude, how about we have lunch."
"Okay, double dumpling chicken noodles."
"Quickly changed. Noodles are not good. If it's just a bowl."
"Alright, Double chicken noodles double dumplings. Ignore the fat, which is important the mood returns."
Kevano shook his head, puzzled at Kesya's rapidly changing behavior, simply because of chicken noodles.
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Chicken noodles street Beruk Angis Simpang Private Campus. As soon as the writing was written there, Kevano stopped his car right next to the stall. Kesya and Kevano get off and the car.
Arriving in Kesya immediately ordered as he wanted earlier, Kevano saw Kesya's behavior like hunger to order double portions.
"You eat here often?" Kevano asked as he took a seat to sit down.
"In college I used to eat here, from the beginning it didn't feel changed, the better.the employees also already know me."
"Oh your pantesan is familiar with the seller."
"Why? You don't like eating on the side of the road like this." Ask Kesya to make sure.
"Like it, I don't like eating in the middle of the road."
"Why?"
"Bumped."
Kevano laughed amusedly, while Kesya could only scratch his cheeks. If hungry, he looks stupid.
Not long ago the chicken noodles they said the message had come. The aroma of gravy and mixed with spices, plus chicken, noodles, and vegetables, not to forget eggs with small meatballs, is really tempting.
Kesya takes the Chopsticks while Kevano takes the Fork. Two types of people enjoy a meal called chicken noodles.
Kesya so enjoyed the food, that he realized that he could be fat with food full of calories that. While Kevano is increasingly made to fall in love with the way Kesya is sometimes fun with his world although unique and strange.