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Gossip Again

Instant noodle soup made with chili 5 seeds feels good to fill his stomach that is rumbling. Hanna stroked her stomach which now felt full.

"Where are you going to go with Gerry, then,?" he slowly muttered to himself. Hanna kepo is also finally.

Hanna walked towards the kitchen while carrying her used bowl of noodle soup and washing it all away. The wet dish rack became the bowl's last port before Hanna finally left her to go into the room to look for her cellphone.

"Not yes, is it,?" Hanna weighed her decision. "Ah no need, he would have said to go out, whatever it is," Hanna put her phone back on the bed, Hanna then lay straightened her body. The fatigue that had accumulated in his body was slowly felt evaporating by lying down.

"The stomach is full, sleep a little, ah, good," he murmured as he put the blanket on his body. Ready to go into dreamland, wait for the morning and get back to work. Ah that routine.

        ***

Because the bike is in the office, then Hanna must prepare early to the office. Don't let him be late.

Hanna ran over after locking the door. Ready to wait for the online object he will order.

"Duuuh.." grumbled, because the ojek message had not been able to do.

 Thiins...Tiii....

The sound of the horn disperse the focus of Hanna who was busy pressing a button on her phone to order an online motorcycle taxi. Hanna looks up. A hand waved, and Hanna saw Farel's face behind the glass that had just been lowered. Farel's sweet smile was plastered real from the distance Hanna stood. Hanna grimaced, her fingers did not so order an online motorcycle taxi that would have taken her to the office.

"Yuk," asked Farel who had just gotten out of the car. Hanna is still grimacing.

"Why bother sir,?" Hanna scratched her hair.

"No, we're in the same direction, I just saw that maybe I haven't left, uh it turns out, really,"

"But.i.e..hm.mau," Hanna reasoned, feeling bad about having to go with Farel. What other friends said later.

"Udah up, hunt late, later you get SP," said Farel.

Hanna finally went up in doubt, but how else, this was already done. And earlier he was already parting ways with Rayyan if he was going to go to the office on a motorcycle taxi.

"O yes, then prepare the revised data yesterday, because I want there to be a meeting out later,"

The car started to go.

"Oh yes sir, it's ready," fortunately Hanna has finished it since yesterday. "What time, sir,?"

"About 10 o'clock, wanna come, okay,?"

"Eh no sir," Hanna hurriedly refused.

"This has something to do with you, too, loh,"

"No sir, as long as I'm not obliged to come, I'm in the office, '" Hanna grinned.

Farel nodded his head.

After some time, the car entered the parking area of the office. Hanna prayed in her heart that employees would not see her get off Farel's car, so as not to cause speculation. Hanna dyed still sitting sweet in the car.

"Not down,?" Farel took off his seatbelt. Hanna looked at Farel and smiled.

"Ah hiya.did down," Hanna felt her seatbelt and let go slowly, while still praying in her heart that no eye could see her. But hope remains hope, because it is at the hour of entry, so that is in the parking area is also a lot. Employees like to hang out in the pantry.

Hanna took a deep breath and tried to blow people's eyes with her face.

It seems that Farel took a different path from Hanna, and this was a relief for Hanna.

        The office feels hotter, the break time arrives and sure enough. Pantry became the most comfortable place for them - they gossiped.

"Eh new boy," one girl. Hanna stopped and smiled greetingly, trying to be kind and polite.

"Yes,?" Hanna replied with a smile still expanding on her lips.

"What do you want, then,?" ketus tanyanya.

"Work," Hanna replied lightly.

"After you make a scene in the entertainment world of this country, now you want to make this office scene,"

"I mean,?" Hanna squinted her eyes.

"Don't pretend to bego, you new son of songong,"

"Yes," another timpal. "After he said he was dating Rayyan, now you're cheated on,".

Hanna narrowed her eyes even more, then shook her head.

"Sorry madam, I don't understand the direction of your conversation, and I am indeed a new person, but I'm not what you're accusing me of, '" Hanna fought back. It felt like he was throwing coffee at them, just that he didn't. It was the same as him humbling himself.

Hanna turned her body and stepped over to leave the mob of gossipers.

"Basic jal*ng!" sumpat one that he said was PDKT with Farel it. Hanna closed her eyes restraining her anger, lest the coffee really fly onto their clothes.

Hanna passed by and headed for her room in a huff.

"Hiiiis," Hanna put down her coffee cup. It was fortunate that Farel was still outside, so he could express his anger without being seen by others.

"Can you say bad, what do you want,?" Hanna took a sip of her coffee then put it down a little rough. "Haaassh.bener said Rara, toxic," Hanna felt bothered, if you want to retreat also just a few days work. No retreat it feels huuuh.

"No, I can't lose to them" Hanna clenched her hand. Whatever they do, it will not affect him to quit this company.

        The sound of the door creaking, Hanna looked up and looked at the door. Behind the door, Rara's smile expands. His body was still outside, while his head was looking inside.

"Whose chain, here go in," Hanna called out to him by hand. Rara knew that if Farel didn't even go inside.

"What's up, then,?" Rara pulled out a chair and sat down in front of Hanna's desk. The coffee in her hand she placed on Hanna's table, from the coffee brought, Rara may have just come out of the pantry.

"Huh? listen to what,?" ask Hanna.

"That doesn't stop anyway their mouths, gossip is getting scattered,"

"Bodo very," answered Hanna pretentiously, but her heart was tired as well.

"Are you really going with Mr Farel? and yesterday was ushered home,?" Rara had just sipped her coffee, she was preparing to listen to a story from Hanna.

Hanna straightened her hair, sure enough the gossip was raging everywhere.

"Who the hell am I? why as an artist," said Hanna upset.

"You are more than an artist here" whispered Rara.

"Don't overdo it," Hanna flicked her hand.

"Farel sir's proof to this extent," Rara giggled.

"Huuush. The coffee is already barren and only the waste is left. The atmosphere at work today really makes it uncomfortable and hot with that sickening new gossip. Just like this has become a hibahan material. Hanna patted her forehead, while Rara looked at it while chuckling.