Office Hour
The Beginning of My Story

The atmosphere today was very hot.

No, I'm not talking about the weather. But the conditions inside my office.

After a night of struggling with the findings for our branches across the country, the number of diktatnya for one branch can be half cupboard, while we have to check as many as 10 branches in a day.

That's day...

There are 200 more branches after that.

The head tastes almost smoky.

At such a time my men still talk about...

“Bu Meilinda divorced!!” exclaiming Gio while running into the Audit room.

Want to say ‘Bodo Amat’ but all the staff even run around. Want to be indifferent but Miss Meilinda is our superior.

And of course divorce is included things that can interfere with a person's performance.

While typing important things, these ears eavesdrop on the conversation in the corner of the room.

Feeling, I heard the words ‘ketok malu’ and ‘already official’ and ‘his husband proved cheating’, and ‘nely same men’.

My fingers stopped.

Wait, that's an interesting thing.

Proven to be having an affair with a man.

How does it feel to laugh.

It's someone else's business...

I also re-typed.

“Pak Sebastian angry big and the ex-husband ‘ dumped’ to Russia,”

I stopped typing again.

Dumped Into Russia.

Those words are pretty bad in my opinion. Because I heard the Russians are anti-rainbow. If caught with the government there is usually directly imprisoned. But wait a minute. This is just a rumor, more my staff, or is it real?!

Ah, but it's someone else's business.

“That's why Ms. Meilinda said she wanted to fire everyone in this office who has a friendship with her ex-husband,”

“Wagilaseh,”.

Duh, keceplosan.

Everyone looked at me with a strange silence.

“Pak Dimas dengerin we also from earlier,” desis Maryanti. He smiled wickedly. The same smile was imprinted on the other ring of gossip.

I glanced at them at a glance.

And I asked, “What?”

They stared at each other and grinned, “Bu Meilinda, Mr. Dimaaas. Already officially divorced,”

“Oh, Good,” hissikku while pretending to nod.

“Pak Dimas does not know her ex-husband? Be careful sir, she said that knowing her ex-husband could be threatened fired!”

“His husband also knows the Minister of Social Affairs and the Minister of Education. Do they want to be fired?” my many.

“Means the one in this office Paaaak,”

“Our rights as employees are protected by the Ministry of Manpower. The CEO cannot act as he pleases. But no papa anyway if you want to fire me, as long as the pay take home pay is full only in accordance with the provisions of the company 5 times,”

All sneered, “Who would also want to fire Mr. Dimas, can randomly-adut our division,” I heard one of them whisper.

“Yes, Bu Meilinda is an acute dependency with Mr. Dimas,”

“DIMAAAASSSSSSSS!!!”

There was a scream from the room at the end. My snoring was immediately sucked under the table so shocked.

“THIS IS WHY THE REPORT FROM OJK DESTROYED GINI HAAAAH!!!” Exclaim.. uh you could say it was a scream 6 octaves more lame Mariah Carey. Because it's really flat and makes all the window panes vibrate.

(Financial Services Authority (OJK) is an independent institution and free from interference by other parties, has the task of regulating and supervising financial services activities in the Banking sector, Capital Market sector, and other financial services, and the IKNB sector).

I stared at my staff, “Who made Reporting?” my whiskey.

About 5 of my men raised their hands with super worried faces. “P-pak, not destroyed, but there is indeed a clause from OJK to improve a little about the accounting method according to the latest PSAK,”

“I AM THERE OR YOU ARE HERE, DIMAAAAAAS!!” I heard screams again.

I grinned, “Choose where?” ask my men.

“Pak Moisturized! Time is still joking!” grumbled one of the staff.

“Researched funny,”

“What's funnyuu?”

There were footsteps coming from the end of the corridor.

My boys were running around, some were clumping behind the closet, under the table, and behind the curtains.

Others pretend to be praying Dhuha.

L'm...

Coffee sniffing.

Let the view bright.

“Pak Paired, Remember!” Gio who was hiding in the closet peeked a little, “Don't be resisted, her emotions are again labile!”

“When not labile?” my many.

“Eh, really too. Patience yes Paaaaak,” he again stuck in the closet.

“It seems patiently continues every day,” hisisku.

“DIMAS!” a shrill cry in my room.

BRAKK!!

A thick document was thrown on my desk. Good thing I saved a glass with my Liongku coffee.

“This is what huh?! You can work anyway?! There are two notes from OJK? How Much Huh?!”

Turkish-American face, thick lips, smooth skin, with a chest that is

“You Auditor Dimaaaas! Such a time you are not a bitch?! Huh huh? Can you work? If not, then resign!!”

Lah, if resign is not paid severance dong? If fired paid severance but can not letters of recommendation.

Choose where?

Hold on, I thought first.

“DIMAS!” BRAKK! He's breaking the table.

My mind went back to reality.

“Slow-sum, again at prayer,” my chin points towards children pretending to congregate.

Bu Meilinda squinted her eyes at the group who are now ruku’.

“Oki, Handri, Faisal and Tenny I saw this morning already praying in Mushola. Faisal is the one who envied,”

“Buh!” my laughter broke immediately.

I swear, I can't stand it.

“Bubar or I process,” threaten Bu Meilinda with low tone.

My staff immediately dispersed out of the room. Including the one in the closet, behind the cabinet, behind the curtains, under the table.

Everyone ran out of the room.

I was left alone.

Nian tega.

Ms. Meilinda glared at me while tracing her waist.

“What is your defense?” tanyakanya. He asked as if he were listening to my defense. Which he would not normally consider. Refuted yes yes yes.

“Hem, sorry ma'am,” that's just my answer. Let the business be smooth.

“Excellent look you're sorry,”

Turns out I was wrong, even more runyam apologies. How do you keep going?

“That's just a concept of ma'am, not a big thing,”

“Not a big thing! You're used to underestimating if I've noticed all this time!”

I'm upset.

Suddenly I was upset. Since he is exaggerating, when do I underestimate something? I am in this position also not easy to reach, there is a process up and down that must be lived.

There is one who is too late!

“Yes that's how Mom! We send the concept, they fix it, we just send the official draft, they give input again! Also called a draft! There must be something to fix!” I stood up with a slightly raised voice.

“Kan you can work from the draft is in order no repair! It's an HR quality problem, Dimas!”

“Try showing me the company in this country that once made the concept to OJK directly received without any improvement! Please replace my position!” my hardik.

“You always answered that I was talking!”

“Not that mother asked? After all, this is how you don't know? How long has it been a director, ma'am?!”

“Can't you just respect your boss huh? Your ego is suppressed dong Dimas! Mending you smart, well make this alone can go back and forth repairs!”

“Fix it yourself ma'am, if not satisfied with my performance. I want to see where you can do the OJK,”

“You are an employee only! Look at you like a Great Lord,”

“I'm just an employee, but we're both human. Don't bring treasure ma'am, don't be taken dead because,”

We both fell silent.

It feels as bad as this breath. Emotions were already at the top, where I was sleep-deprived for doing audits for our branches.

We both stood face to face while arranging the oxygen in and out.

“Fix immediately, today should be sent back,” his growl in a low tone.

Then he left.

Extra banting door.

I took off the door of my room long enough not to be persecuted. Pity the door is not wrong anything slammed.

Uh, but I can't, uh,

The Audit Division must have a door with special sensors because many documents ‘Rahasia’ here. What if I just set a budget to replace it with an automatic door, like the one in the offices of that superhero? It's good besides I'm not critical because there's no one to slam the door, Ms. Meilinda also won't have to suck slam it, the door has closed itself once the buttocks are gone.

Why think the door, overlimit like my brain.

Need a third cup of coffee.

“Mas Dimas,” Syarif, OB office, strike fearfully into my room. I just looked around without a sound.

“You added the coffee?”

I immediately nodded, “Don't add sugar, mix resist wind two sachets,”

“Each Mas Dim!” sahut Syarif while respecting and grinning.

He seems to feel sorry for me.

“SYARIF! IF YOU MAKE COFFEE DO NOT GET TOO BOUQUET! SETOPLES CAN BE USED UP JUST FOR DIMAS!!” Bu Meilinda exclaimed from the end of the corridor.

All four of them he noticed my per-coffee needs.

Syarifseringai me feel bad, “Mas Dimas would like me to buy coffee saset aja?”

“No ah, can my diabetes,” (a day I can have coffee up to 5-6 cups). “Pake aja doped later keburu red...”

“Oke Maaaas,”

“Sarif!” whispered called. He looked back at me “Yang Buket!” addku

Sarif just cheekikian respond me.

Tomatoes.