Office Hour
Cuddle Reflex

“You're crazy!!” exclaim Mr. Jaka after the meeting and drag me to Pantry. “What are you worried about! If you do not like the same Bu Meilinda Kan can be discussed both internally, our division only! You didn't even report to me! You report your own boss what purpose?!”

This time, I admit Mr. Jaka was right.

What got into me in the meeting room earlier?

Humans need enough sleep. It turns out the effect is dangerous.

I realize now, this has entered the private sphere. I was quite disappointed in Bu Meilinda's behavior. But I know he's been 3 years, I should know his behavior is often naive and justify all means make it not capable of occupying the position of Directors.

But it shouldn't be my domain to meddle in his affairs. There are many interests of the owner in the position of Bu Meilinda. Maybe Mr. Sebastian already knows his brother's behavior, but for the sake of stability in his company he put Bu Meilinda here, we do not know.

Should not interfere with decision making.

Want him to be cheated, want him to get a bag of 700 million, I should just calm down. It is not just disgrace in public. Because I work for the private sector, not for the people, not for the government.

In this case,

I admit, I'm jealous.

But again, my pride plays here.

“Kan I did not report to Pak Jaka, so in other words this is my own business. Our time reporting the Head of Operations who gratified 1 million but we do not report the Board of Directors who gratified 700 million?! Then what's the point of our Division? So the Board of Directors' weapons against the staff or what?” I said try to defend myself.

“Yes but Mrs Meilinda is her sister Owner!!” mister Jaka almost hysterical. “If we get fired what does my family eat? Yes you're good already rich and bachelor!”

“Ah, that again. No one can choose where to be born sir. But people can choose to commit fraud or not.” I glanced at Mr. Jaka's back.

“kalo is basically dishonest and has no credibility. Mending at home is a princess. His tenure is Director of Compliance but he himself does not comply with the Terms.” I smiled cynically to the figure who is behind Mr. Jaka.

“Ya bu?” I'm into that figure.

Pak Jaka immediately turned his body and gasped in shock. He was then busy with mangosteen and at once the pantry was filled with cry of cry with swear words such as: Find a face, a sycophant, want you what Dimas, fired, mutation, down allowance, and others… all mixed up as I focused on stirring my coffee and lighting my cigarette. Wherever I was seemed to be the same, I was the type of employee who was able to attract the most rese office people to challenge me.

Then came the words : “Don't because of that time, you can just as casually well, I am not afraid of being threatened!!!”

I was stunned while looking at him.

I'm not talking about what he did the other night in that room. But maybe because she's more emotionally unstable? The hell time he wants to show people his own disgrace?!

I, who would like to remind him to stop talking, immediately became upset as soon as the 30-year-old man who again tried to keep his head cool after not sleeping two days, so be said : “Which time means, Bu?”

Ms. Meilinda immediately stopped talking and took a deep breath.

Maybe he realized he was almost lost.

“You want what, huh?!” Finally there was his voice lower and advanced against me. Puffing out his chest and raising his chin, he faced me.

“Restore His Bag,” hisisku.

“It's mine,”

“Mommy has many more expensive similar bags,”

“It's none of your business, Dimas. You don't know the story behind all this... And that it's not just an ordinary bag. My self-esteem is there, it's as top-“ pay

And he stopped too. Then he breathed and bowed.

Soon her tears came down.

I'm flabbergasted.

All glare.

Bu Meilinda sobbed.

“Crazy, Mas Dimas makes a cry Bu Meilinda..” hiss Sarif at the end there.

“Anyway,” Bu Meilinda wiped her tears while sobbing, “This time you are outrageous. Okay I was wrong in this. Siswoto asked for additional credit and I promised to give it. But he will give you information about who the child I saw behind Gunawan when I video call that night, and-“

I covered her mouth with my hand.

Suddenly this story will get wider and personal. So instead of one office knowing, so I closed his mouth.

But her crying was getting louder.

She took my hand, took it off her lips, and looked at me with sadness and tears in her eyes.

“You don't know what I've been up against all this time, Dimas. If I could kill myself I would do-“

“Sssst!” I hugged him right away.

Reflexes only.

She was crying in my arms.

And rumors spread everywhere.

Okay.

**

That afternoon, we were in his office.

The door opened wide on purpose.

Still I see in the corner of my eyes, many people glanced in and out through seliweran when there is no business. Everyone wants to know what it is to do with me and Ms. Meilinda.

I finished sending a message to Fendi and threatened him not to tell anyone else that I slept in a room with Bu Meilinda right in Hambalang.

Fendi said 'wani piro?!

It feels like I really want to thump him, I threw it in BKT.

Or I just call the Banda, ask the Fendi ‘diberesin’? Whatever it is, it looks like it's exciting, anyway...

we just sat facing each other in silence.

I forgot from morning I haven't eaten. The bread of Bu Meilinda's bribe I haven't touched.

Bu Meilinda bit her lower lip. He seemed to think with a look at the floor and his eyebrows fused together.

Oh my God,

Sleepy already, hungry anyway! For men, stomach affairs are crucial to know not the Director?! Ah yes, but he is a layman when it comes to men's business.

I'm yawning. Sorry I can't be arrested. Bosen the diem-dieman. Want to open the conversation afraid he cried again.

Yes already, can only lean on the sofa limply and stare at the ceiling of the room.

Super heavy crystal lamp looks on me. The building manager must strengthen the ceiling, especially in the room Bu Meilinda to install the lamp for selfishness. This building also belongs to his brother. From the corner of my eye I could see Meilinda watching my movements but I remained indifferent.

Unless there is a natural disaster I am currently lazy to move. I closed my eyes for a moment to charge my body for a while, sort of stand by mode.

“Mas,” finally called me. I straightened my head and faced him.

“This, I plan to thank HRD after lunch.” He said, handing over a piece of paper.

I frowned while taking the memo on his desk. And read.

Wow.. its content is enough to make me immediately think about the future. The health insurance limit is raised to Deputy equivalent, my basic salary and benefits also go up which if added take home pay can be greater than Pak Jaka. And I got an operational car and a 50% home-buying subsidy from the sale price.

I was surprised by the last point. Then glanced.

From the looks of it he was not so sincere to give me such luxurious facilities, is he stingy.

But... Is this my price?

I got all this either because I deserved it, or because I was considered a threat.

Suddenly my pride was stirred.

My hand automatically threw the paper at his desk.

“I will be silent for the rest of my life. Mother doesn't have to do this. Mother's good attitude to me alone is enough,” said me while moving from my seat.

The plan is to have lunch, I'm really hungry.

There was no talk of debate from Ms. Meilinda so I steadied myself to get out of her room. While the inner war is going on in my heart. The left side fooled me by saying: “Begooo! You need all that Dimaaas, that mating capital! If so-so when will you have a family, kasian ibulo!”

While right side : “Good, Dimas. The important thing is that you have shown that you are not cheap and principled. You can't drive anyone.”

“Dimas, please sit down first. I'm not done talking,” he said.

I took a breath, then remembered one thing.

I'm hungry, I want to eat good, but I'm a jackass.

Card 696969 Mas Bram I returned.

“Bu,” hisisku while turning around. “Things like this can not be discussed in the office. How about we just talk outside?”

Ms. Meilinda was seen raising her eyebrows.

“Oke, you are right. Where do you want to eat? I am the treat,”

YESS!