Office Hour
My Time (1 of 2)

“Why else Dimaaas?”

It really stupefied me.

The voice only buzzed 4 words, but it felt as if my heart was instantly fluttering with amazement. It has always been so since we were a college. I wanted to hug this beautiful creature in front of me, but why does it feel like there is a very high fence between us.

It was not I who refused, but he who created an invisible boundary between us.

Who am I talking about?

Her name is Milady Adara.

The most beautiful woman I know.

I'm the kind of guy who quite often see beautiful women, and I dare say that Milady's beauty is as her name suggests. It's level plenary. Because I think she's beautiful from her heart and mind.

If anyone says the value of beauty is relative, I admit that it is true.

In fact, Trevor, who spends more time with Milady than anyone else, has never been hooked. He prefers the woman he lives in Japan, when he meets Ayumi Sakurazaka. Where is LDR-an. He remained faithful, even though he spent 12 hours with the Goddess Athena in front of him every day.

The kind of beautiful woman whose life is hard but still stoic. That's Milady.

I heard the Milady family went bankrupt in his time. But thanks to his genius, Milady managed to raise the family's degree. I don't know how, but I really want him to tell me how to become a billionaire.

Who knows, I can also follow his advice. But yes it is up to him to tell me or not.

After becoming a billionaire, he still applied for a job. And it just so happened that he was accepted into Trevor's office. And until now he's been Trevor's secretary.

He's a millionaire and he's still a secretary. So in conclusion, the billions he made were not from the results of opening a business. So, what's he trading?

Bodolah time, he's not my client. If he had borrowed money from Garnet Bank, it would have been questionable. Related to liquid income. At the moment Milady is my friend, so my capital only trusts.

Why is he just a friend?

Couldn't be more advanced, my friendship with him?

I really hope this loh.

“Dimas? Do not like dumbbells, later your food will be tasted genderuwo,” said Milady.

Trevor who is in the position of inserting a super exclusive wagyu meat slice almost into his mouth, directly install the freeze mode, “Gue dong genderuwonya? The real aje lu, secretary durhakim,” grunts.

But still he put the meat in his mouth.

I saw on my plate, the steak was only a quarter.

“In the office, I'm your friend. But outside the office, I can be your rival,” said Milady with a voice as clear as a vegetable spinach. Clear and refreshing.

I swallowed my saliva.

“Rival what’an?! Most you just want to protest because I finally signed a contract with Gunawan,” grumbled Trevor.

“Well it!” Milady pointed at Trevor's face.

Trevor clucking cuek.

“You do not know a lot of cheating that happened in his projects Gunawan Ambrose?! I submitted a proposal that you reject it, you even signed an agreement!” exclaim Milady upset.

Gunawan Ambrose who the hell?

I listened to it first while eating the rest of my steak.

“Lo was mostly washing hands, if you do not agree to break up at lo, even ngajuin to me so the effect if Gunawan protests, I am wronged. That's Mr. Trevor who refuses, just talk to him. That's right?!” shoot Trevor.

“And you're the directoraaa, hih! And the jambak too! If you don't like it, here's a department taker!” exclaiming Milady emotions.

“Hoy, Lady. That gunawan is still fooling me! I will not acc me protested by one big family. You are already in diem! So sweet little secretary why?!”

That was how familiar they were until I wondered why they never had any interest in each other. If you think, in a romantic novel, there may already be fragments of afrosidiac enzymes scattered in the air between their small quarrels.

Well this boro-boro is interested, which there is a mulu kayak fight...

“Well, Mom, why are we here? Duh full nih.. next time you buy me pants do not narrow! Thought leggings times!” trevor's Protest to Milady.

“You mostly eat Trevor!” milady said while ‘nyelepet’ Trevor was wearing a napkin.

“Gue only eat 1.75 pieces. 1 have me, 0.75 have Dimas,”

“Yes, up to the bushel and the salad you ate too,”

“Dimas again not good body,”

“Who said? You word?”

Why is it the more I listen to their babble the more dizzy I am.

“Milady who bought lo pants?” I asked, with a little jealousy. Yeah I know it doesn't make sense I'm jealous, because Milady doesn't have a special relationship with me. But somehow, I'm really jealous.

“I bought him pants, all suits, all the way to the briefcase and even the perfume I bought,”

“That's secretary duty,” muttered Trevor, this time he put the last piece of my steak into his mouth. I could only stare at her because I was busy with my feelings of jealousy.

Why try?!

“It's not a secretary, it's the duty of the wife!” milady Protest.

“Arman behaved so to my father. Even until the razor search business is served up to Bolivia,”

“Who's Arman?” ask Milady.

“Assistant Father,” replied Trevor.

“I'm not him. I'm ya me,”

“Udah you both got married there,” gruntuku cut the conversation of these two divine people. I'm really upset. “Gue go home, get dizzy. Want to confide in Ms. Boss even you two are friendly,”

I moved while picking up a cigarette in my shirt pocket. I took a stick and I tucked it on my lip, and I walked out of the restaurant.

“Lah! Sensi very lo! Here continue to be cheerful, I've been until meeting for elo loh!” trevor's tirade from a distance.

“Great first, bro. Wait for me kalem mode, okay?! Sana lo fight first with Lady,” I said.

**

I sat on the stainless bench outside the restaurant.

Breathing the outside air is full of pollution but the hernia is more relieving than the air in the office.

Maybe the atmosphere of a room full of documents and computers actually makes me uncomfortable because of trauma.

What trauma?

I was actually a victim of past abuse. So I moved to Garnet Bank. In the previous office I experienced many bitter incidents.

Want to know the story?

Actually regretting.

So the beginning of this story and why I got stranded at Garnet Bank was because of my loving nature. Especially for women.

I love my mom, she's a strong woman. By itself, my attitude towards women was also gentle, just like my attitude towards my mother. They're both women, I do women in a special way.

The fatality is that not all women are like my mother.

I was naive first.

I consider all women as gentle as Milady and my mother. Actuallyno. Women are also human, they both want to be understood, but it is their nature that makes us men feel hopeless.

What is ituuu?

That, it turns out, the impossible can understand women.

Yep.

It's not really the same thing with our brains.

Why is it so hard to understand you?

I smiled because it was time to smile, but they felt they had a ‘special’ relationship with me.

I help to get the paper, help with the arrangement of documents, help to get the goods on the closet, is my duty. Not that I ‘likes’ them.

I laugh when I respond to their stories, it does not mean I have the same heart as them.

I pushed their backs slowly so as not to get hit by a vehicle, waved to say hello, lent my things, gave my advice, all because of my concern as a FRIEND.

And I was kind of a friendly person, with all the words spinning around in my head, but when it came to the mouth, that one organ clenched.

I think my mouth likes to refuse to be invited to cooperate if paired with the brain and heart. He suddenly stiffened himself. Maybe he adheres to the principle of ‘mouthmu harimaumu’. So when the sorting feels inappropriate and unnecessary, it closes tightly.

Herbs...

Most people think Silence means ‘IY’.

And that's what happened.

If asked, ‘Dimas, would you like to date me?’

I suddenly kept quiet.

Not that I want to say ‘IY’. But more because I'm disappointed. Why was I shot? I'm more comfortable making friends with you, I don't want love. I don't want my time to seduce each other, tired of keeping feelings. And more importantly, I have no feelings of love for you.

I would love to say those words, but my mouth is clenched.

And by itself, slowly but surely,

Suddenly ‘pacarku’ so much.

And when they met, they fought.

Messed up.