NICE TO MEET YOU IN JANNAH
EPISODE 13 FLASHBACK (Please, Someone Save Me!)
He got out of the car and closed the door. It looks like a lot of people are dressed formally there. He saw the mysterious man take off his hoodie and handed it to a beautiful woman beside him. The man appeared to be 19-20 years old. Still young. Likewise with the woman next to him, appears to be between 18-20 years old.
"What's your situation? "
Asked the woman while looking at her man who seemed to not care about her.
The man turned his body back, towards Afi.
"What do you see, baby? Come follow me! "
His order.
Without a second thought, Afi followed behind. The beautiful woman glanced cynically at Afi. Afi just walked while lowering her head. Feeling very embarrassed, confused, and also anxious mixed into one.
She worries about her parents at home, and is afraid that her parents are worried about her.
He still follows the mysterious man. Until, in front of the main door of the ground floor of the building, it appears that all employees who had sat down to do the work of each of their dipcs, then stood up and gave respect and warm greetings.
"Good afternoon, Professor. "
Say them almost simultaneously.
"Professor? so this guy's a Gramedia company professor? "
Inner Afi did not expect.
"It looks like that person is highly respected, what is the rank of a Professor in the Gramedia Company? Is he the highest? Oh, Naw! If I did something wrong to him, what punishment would befall me? "
Afi bathed in himself many times.
The man then entered the elevator, followed by Afi. In the elevator there were only the two of them. The man pressed the elevator button that showed the number 6.
Afi was feeling very awkward.
The man remained silent without a word.
Ting!
The elevator doors closed and the elevator went up. Awkward, so awkward that Afi felt. Until, not long after, a while,
Ting!
The elevator door opened and the man stepped out, Afi tailed back.
A man in a black suit, handsome face, and hair on the side approached the man called Professor. Professor paused for a moment.
"Can I help you, Professor Galang? "
Ask.
"Please call the Publishing Director. "
Said Professor who was then answered by the man earlier.
"Good, Professor. "
The professor looked towards Afi.
"Follow me. "
The professor immediately walked back to enter a glass room but was covered by a curtain of cream and gold mixed together.
There is a large table with books, documents until the pc is located on the table. Complete with a work chair located near the table. Also with a chair is facing the chair separated by a table.
The professor then sat down in the chair. It seems to be his special room. Afi repeatedly thought hard what exactly happened to the point that he was taken to that place? Even to the special room of a company professor.
"Sit down."
Afi then sat down in the chair facing the Professor.
The professor looked at a beautiful little girl in front of him while folding both hands on the table.
Afi lowered her head. The current situation turned into a feeling of fear but did not eliminate his confusion as well.
"You know what you've done? "
The professor still looked at him.
Afi. The professor frowned.
"A man cannot admit that he is a man. "
Afi confused. He's still quiet.
"What's he talking about, anyway? "
His mind is getting upset.
"You made a mistake, "
The professor did not continue his words.
Afi hasn't spoken up yet.
"And the mistake was quite big. Your parents could have called me here too. "
Hearing the Professor's words just now, Afi was shocked. He then raised his head upright, venturing into the Professor's face.
"Sorry, Professor. What mistakes have I made? "
"You dare look me in the face? "
Sontak Afi lowered her head.
"One more time, sorry, Professor. "
The two hands he held he put together and he held them tightly. He bit his lips.
"Outside my history! "
Inner complaining.
The professor sighed followed by his body which he dropped the tenderness of his work chair.
Not long, though,
Geck! Geck! Geck!
I heard someone knocking on the door of the room.
"Please, in. "
Professor's Permission.
The door opened, and a handsome-looking man, fair-skinned somewhat dark, whose hair he parted the middle and wore oval minus glasses, also wearing a black suit entered the room.
"Who else is this? "
Afi gulped a rough spit. He was alone there, no one knew him. If it was true that he made a mistake, at least he needed the support of someone.
But free, where there are people who can defend it. This company is subject to the man who is now in front of him, who would dare to oppose the decision of a Professor of this large and famous Company? It is impossible whenever there is.