
The time showed at 11 pm, and the state of the company was not as lonely as before. It seems that all the rooms have been filled by people who are busy working in their fields.
Muna has completed her task of cleaning the toilet on two floors according to Cica Marlinca's orders.
Now Muna is in the central room of the OB. There he met many fellow OB co-workers, who seemed to have accomplished each other's tasks.
Prok..prok.
The sound of applause from Cica attracted the attention of those who were in the central OB room.
"Observe all. Today we have a new officer. Please introduce yourself." Cica Marlinca told Muna. Which then he seemed to leave the OB group in their room.
"Met noon all. Introduce the name aye Muna Hidayatullah, call aye Muna aje. Let's get familiar." Muna answered cheerfully.
And the introduction was so enthusiastically received the presence of Muna among them. Followed by the next warm chat chat that seemed exciting and immediately familiar to Muna. Discuss and explain again about the rules and schedule of work that must be done Muna, in the company. Of course Muna felt very well received at his workplace.
The conversation stops when Cica calls Muna back.
"Muna.. come here a minute." Call Cica with a serious face.
"What's Cica...?" muna asked as she approached Cica.
"From tomorrow onwards. You're a cleaning specialist on the 37th floor only. No need to go to the 36th floor. But not just the toilet. But all the rooms. And especially, you must be clean in the president's room." Said Cica in a firm tone.
"Oh... aye some clean in the room Mr Kevin yes Ma'am...?" ask Muna to make sure.
"Yes, but you are not alone, there will be a schedule of people working there. But. You're special in the boss's room." Answer Cica again.
"Ready, good Mrs Cica."
"One more. tomorrow don't wear that color contact lens. That's Boss sir's message...!!!"
"Yes.elaaah. This is the third time Ms. Cica aye has been told, eye color problems. Is it napa ma'am...?" ask Muna curiously.
"Yes, that's it. You're just an OB here. Where suitable style-style use rich colors that. Look rich just.!" Said Cica.
"But ma'am, aye pan's eyes..." Muna did not want to continue her words
"But what...? your eyes are min or plus. all also there is a choice of black color. Anyway gini, if you still want to work in this company, just follow the rules, unless you want to be fired." Answer Cica.
"Yes Miss Cica. Ready." Replied Muna who already did not want to argue about the color of her eyeballs. It feels like Muna is saying that now she is not using contact lenses like the one she was accused of, but it seems useless. So he asked permission to leave the company, to find food.
FLASHBACKS
A few minutes ago Cica got a call from the CEO of that company.
"Who's Mr Kevin, how can I help you?" cica asked politely when she was in the boss's room..
"Yes to Cica. Please OB who just cleaned my room earlier... Muna ya, Muna's name. Hire him only on this 37th floor. He didn't need to clean up the other parts in this company. He just specifically wanders around and is in charge of my room."
"Well sir, I'll make a new schedule."
"Ready, I understand pa."
"Please go back and deliver!!"
"Okay, excuse me."
"Oh.that's another one. Si Muna reminded him not to use contact lenses, not according to his job."
"Ready, I'll tell you Pa. Come on, I'm saying goodbye."
"Yes please."
FLASHBACK OFF
Because his conversation with Cica had made him stay in the other OB to go to the cafeteria for lunch. And that made him have to look again for a place for lunch available in the company.
Mahesa company is indeed very large, considering the amount of work done in the company, making all facilities complete there. The canteen is located on two floors considering the number of employees who work there.
Muna stared at the new work schedule Cica gave her, learning what time she worked. It turned out that he worked in the morning and evening. And the daylight hours seem loose. But still not allowed to leave the office, because there may be an impromptu call from some areas that may need their help. So that they must always be on standby in their respective posts.
While heading to the cafeteria, Muna took off her attributes as OB's. The hair that had been on the loop up was also in the description, the same as the mask that had been installed from him leaving his blue eyes visible which became the spotlight of the people he met today.
Muna entered the room that read the word CANTEEN on the 15th floor. The canteen is located at the end and the outside, so that in that section get a very beautiful view. Even more suitable in say an outdor restaurant, because there is a section that protrudes like a balcony for the choice of some people to enjoy eating there.
Muna, get in the room. Then rush out again just to make sure if he entered the room wrongly. But his eyes were right, having read that it was indeed a canteen. So he again solidified his steps to approach the table that has contained a variety of food menus that all look delicious and delicious in the eyes of Muna.
Any more... Muna looked confused by the dish. So he decided to ask first with someone sitting at the table that said cashier.
"Excuse me Mpok... This is actually a canteen for people who work here...?" ask him innocently.
"Yes..where is the work? your ID card...?" the woman asked Muna.
"ID Card...what the fuck...? aye Muna's. new OB in this company." Muna answered honestly and innocently.
The woman simply smiled with her lips tugged, looking in disbelief at Muna. "OB..where there is an OB as beautiful and as neat as this. There they're all humps. And where dare to go up into this room." - the woman's inner.
"This is the office canteen. Not the usual canteen. All you can do is have an ID card, unless you are a guest or friend of the employee here, who has reported to us. So sorry, you can't eat here. Please come to the 2nd floor only, there is the general canteen." Answer the woman kindly.
"Oh that's it. Thanks for the explanation." Muna turned around to leave the canteen.
Bruouk
Muna's body collided with someone.
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