My Boss Samuel's
4. Overtime Stirred

The holiday is over, it's time to return to activities in a place like a prison. Well ... The name of a day vacation is also enough right? Than no vacation at all.

FASHION NOVA, the name was clearly displayed when I was about to enter the building where I worked. I work for a company whose main product is apparel. But make no mistake, this company I work for is the best fashion company in the country. Not only that FASHION NOVA also entered into the ranks of the third best companies in Asia. And I'm proud to be working here as a staff member in the promotion division.

Of course, my division includes work that can be said to be easy is not easy. What is clear is that we must be required to have creative ideas in order to attract consumers. In addition, we must also be good at processing words, so that the products we sell can be sold in the market. Well, more or less that's my job.

I was sitting in the cubicle when suddenly Rizal came and approached me.

“Segret very that runs out of vacation with me,” Godanya that makes me immediately snort.

“Lo think I'm a vegetable? Seger-seger baldmu.” Tukasku while pinching Rizal's waist, to make Mas Angga laugh from behind his cubicle.

“Eh, already on the gossip not to rhyme ya?” Ma'am Sari who just came immediately put her bag on the table.

“Ngak ngajak also most advanced lo already, Sar. Queen gossip kok in opponent.” Chirps Mas Angga who managed to make me and Rizal laugh.

“Advertising motor times ah getting in front.” Rizal's words made us laugh even more.

“Morning, guys!” Tiwi Sapa cheerfully.

I immediately clucked . “Ck! Breakfast with eggs ceplok aja lagaknya use morning all.”

“Morning too, good-natured Tiwi deck.” Rizal replied kindly. The gesrek man who always claimed to be handsome approached Tiwi and seized the white crackle that had been in Tiwi's hands.

“Basic lo, Mas! Well if you want it doang.” Tiwi hits Rizal's arm. The others and I can only laugh.

A few minutes later, our boss, aka Mr. Sam, emerged from behind the elevator door. As usual the man walked with a cold flat bin face past his men.

“Adelia to my room now.” His orders while walking into the room.

Buseeet, that new boss comes already play orders. It's not polite anymore. At least look at the cake, or look at me. Not talking on the road like that. Ck! Feels like an unsuspecting man.

Unfortunately, I couldn't do anything either. I can only nod with a thin smile. Even though the person I was smiling with had already disappeared behind the door.

“Indeed seta—astaghfirullahal’adzim,” I said while massaging the chest.

“Sabar.” Sahut Mas Angga's.

“Spirit yes, Adel.” Rizal said while smiling flirtatiously at me.

I just cringed and glared at him.

“What are you doing, Zal?” Both me and the others were immediately shocked when Mr. Sam's door suddenly opened and our Boss was standing there. “Quick prepare yourself, then go down to the field there. I need your report today!” Mr. Sam's orders.

I'm trying to hold back the laughter from being seen by Mr. Sam. After that, I followed him into his room. He sat handsomely in his study chair, turned on Imac and looked at me.

“Where's the report? Already done?”

“Already, Sir. Later I just edit a little power point to make it look more interesting,” I replied calmly.

“Ok, then tomorrow we can be ready to launch.”

I nodded and went straight out of the room, Mr. Sam.

A few minutes after I sat down. Suddenly Mr. Sam came back out of his room with an angry face. Maybe the human being if just a day not angry can be sick or seizures times huh? Wonder me.

“Angga! The sari! You guys how the hell?! Why are your reports still so much wrong like this?! I have to tell you how many times that work is meticulous. I do not want to know, now I ask you to make a new report!” Mr. Sam throws Mas Angga's report and Mr. Sari into the trash. “Tomorrow we already have to launch. You know, right? Your working hours are still like this.”

“Sorry, Sir. You see we are determined to be a bit less focused,” said Mas Angga trying to give an explanation.

“Iya, Sir. Moreover, our new task has not been touched at all so we—“

“You think I care!” Ketus Mr. Sam. “I'm not here to hear your excuses. Where are your multitasking skills? He said this division is all seniors? Then why make a report is still a lot wrong,” he added in a ketus tone.

No, Mr. Sam is a fucking. He always made the word senior an excuse to blame us. He thought that senior couldn't be wrong what? We are also human. He is the one who is like a demon.

“Iya, Sir. We will fix it again.” Mas Angga said with a resigned tone.

“Adelia, because your task is done, you can help Sari and Angga report so that it can be quickly completed as well.”

“T-but, Pak—“

“But what?”

I was the one who had intended to protest suddenly just shut up. Especially when Mr. Sam looked at me with such a sharp gaze, his hands were ruffled around his waist. Of course making my lackey's guts shrink for a moment. It was truly an extremely cruel aura.

I could only sing my lips and carry out his orders by force. I glanced at Mr. Sam who was still standing in front of us, then a few seconds later the demon incarnate man immediately went back into his room.

“Having it done by pending first, Del. I will be tomorrow. Swear!” Mas Angga tried to persuade me.

“Iya actually said Angga, I also want to nemenin lo. I also find a suitable guy for lo.” I immediately frowned towards Mbak Sari. I guess I can't find out for myself. “Lagian Sam is very severe, we have made hard work still less perfect in the eyes of him.”

“Gue said he was the boss of the shucks. Lo heck Mbak eating his handsome he mulu.” Cetusku.

Let me know the taste of Mbak Sari, already the mother still takes care of Mr. Sam's face. Now that he knew, right, what kind of handsome boss was his nature?

“No need to be related to that, Del. I'm sure, in your heart you must also want the same Sam.”

I glared straight at Mbak Sari. Very soft mouth, thought Mr Sam food time yes until I look so doyan?

Patience to God.

***

Finally, by force today I had to overtime again until late at night. However, I am quite proud of the results in accordance with expectations, because Mr. Sam immediately received the report without being angry like this afternoon.

Me, Mas Angga and Mbak Sari walked towards the elevator because indeed the overtime was only the three of us.

“Thanks yes, Del. Thanks to your help, our work is done,” said Mas Angga sembaei pressing the elevator button.

“Eh, but it's weird, Ngga.” I smell the pergosipan will begin. “Sam can directly agree so yes the same report that we made the same Adel?”

Right, the gossip queen started talking. I could only turn my eyes around as I stepped inside the open elevator door.

“Ber also, even though we repeat until twice not received. Anjir sih.” Mas Angga began to be consumed by the talk of Mbak Sari. I looked in wonder at the two of them.

“It looks like, Ngga. Sam has something in common Adela.” Madam Sari started glancing at me.

“Yes Allah, the mouth. Ma'am, that's a sign I'm more competent than you two. In part, you guys have worked until the bangkotan also make a promotional report that is still wrong,”, I said by imitating the way Mr. Sam thought. I glanced at Mas Angga and Mbak Sari who were compact to stare a smile. “You should thank me,”, I said, patting my chest.

“Halah-alah yes, don't sulk. After all, if my talk becomes reality you also become good, right?” Mbak Sari laughed loudly at following Mas Angga.

We separated when we arrived at the parking lot. I forgot to order an ojek online. So, now I have to wait for brother ojol alone. If usually it is so out of the building also the brother ojol already stand by first. Ah, because of Mbak Sari, I became forgetful.

While I was waiting for my online motorcycle taxi, suddenly a red Ferrari stopped right in front of me. I frowned as the windshield went down slowly, and was surprised when it turned out that the one in the car was the Boss who had managed to make me always want to curse.

“Adelia, not home yet?” I was shocked when I heard the question.

How not? I thought that the shucks boss was going to let out some annoying words but beyond my estimation, he even asked in such a polite tone.

“B-yet, Sir. Again waiting for online ojek.” Reply quickly. I looked around to make sure that there were no members of the turah lamb around me.

“How am I going?”

 Well gusti, this is really no paparazzi right, start deg-degan nih.

Because all this time I've been safe from bad rumors in the company. If at this time there are humans who secretly sintilize me. Fix it! From tomorrow my life in this company won't be quiet. This Boss tumben really talk alus so? What if I were a baper?

“Not done, Sir. It's been a trip here by ojeknya.” Sorry, the boss is not selling expensive but I was forced to refuse outright for the safety of my life in this office

Mr. Sam nodded. “Ok, good night and see you tomorrow.”

I could only gawk as I stared at Mr. Sam's car which started moving away. That was really Mr. Sam, wasn't it?

.

.

.

.

###

Note :

Read and understood! If you can understand it too.

If anyone asks,

Why do Mas Angga and Mbak Sari call their superiors by name only? Why not call the boss or the boss?

answer: Because Mr. Sam himself who specializes the two of them to call Mr. Sam by name. Actually, it's not just the two of them, but all of Mr. Sam's men.

If anyone asks again, then,

Not polite dong time boss just called the name? The name of the subordinate should respect the superior?

answer: That is all Mr. Sam's will. No debate No ketcot okay!

Here the story of Mr. Sam is not a descendant of native Indonesian guys, so just assume he is not used to being called 'Pak'. So appreciate Mr. Sam's decision.

Anyway that's it, more clearly you can read my story

"Crazy in Love" there tells the story of Mr. Sam's POV. (For now the story is not continued, so do not be angry hahahaha)

follow my IG

@nan_dria