Office Hour
Romantic Atmosphere

I came out of the Pantry and put my das together, still in flip-flops, hair still in disarray, Mr. Danu had already embraced my shoulder and he was apparently with Pak Haryono carrying me out of the management area and half ran into the HRD room.

I was kidnapped, the title!

“Nih, Dave, suspect!” sahut Pak Haryono while patting my shoulder.

Mr. David was still standing leaning against his desk and was looking at me seriously.

“Kowe iki piye toh Maaaas, Mas! You audit jancoeg! Do you know about SOP? Huh uh?! Eeees Oooo Peeeeeee, you no moco not until I SOP haaaa?!” Mr. David nagged.

“That is not allowed to date one office because it will cause double insurance?” my guess.

“DIA COURTSHIP DOOONG! Do you miss that Nu?! He's ngaku! I can guess!! Elaaaah!” exclaim Pak Haryono heboh.

“Duh, I have not had time to turn on the computer..” gruntuku.

“Dispensation time, until we are satisfied interrogation luuu!” exclaim Pak Haryono.

I was shouted like a paling sandal clamp caught and again interrogated Karang Taruna youth.

“Si Meli is not yet over iddah time huh?” ask Mr. Danu.

“Kan can while walking, you know the track record of Dimas,”

“Indeed I have a track record of what’an?”

“Playboy snapper class,” answer the three together.

“Sue’” mumbled.

“iki wis level Salmon, la wong koyok Meli iso kesambet!”

“Think of me satan,” hissikku

“Pake what style do you Mas?” ask Mr. Haryono.

“I want to make this ppt before going to Bandung,” hisisku.

“schedule ppt I postpone first, you story aja,” said Mr. Danu.

“How come Sir,”Omelku.

“You should see Mr Yan durung?” ask Mr. David. Mr. Yan is a call to Mr. Sebastian.

“Already Sir,”

“Respone piye?”

“Serem,”

“Yes yes, we don't mean that Bro..” snorted Mr. Haryono.

“This is possible since in Hambalang they are near,” said Mr. Danu.

“Oh, the one to Bagaswirya it is yes. Naturally, there must be demons. Sleep alone should be alone, if not disturbed genderuwo,” said Pak Haryono.

“But Meli is indeed an acquaintance of Bu Gandhes,”

“The relationship of Meli and Gerald is also not so good anyway,”

“I go on-“

“NGGAK CAN! SIT FIRST!”

“Alah..”.

After an hour of stifling, because everyone was afraid of Ms. Melinda and knew that I had met Mr. Sebastian, finally it was decided this relationship could be continued with the record of the Audit Division not under the leadership of Bu Meilinda anymore, but changed to the realm of Mr. Danu. Also, we are forbidden to be outspoken about our relationship fearing others to follow along.

“Just Dave, if anyone protests ‘that Bu Meli and Dimas can date the office, why can't we?!’ Say aja...”

“Sana ask permission Mr Sebastian first!” exclaim all in unison.

“Hemm...” hisisku lazy.

**

And finally I entered the management area again accompanied by...

“DIMAAAASS!! Where have you been for an hour?? I almost reported to the police who knew you were kidnapped!!” toa shouted from the room at the end of there.

Still screaming when I'm his girlfriend. His name is also professional. But why am I so much more sesel ya.

Btw, I was just kidnapped by HRD.

“ETOS WORK DIMAAAS! WORK ETHIC!! HANGING OUT JUST WORKS! CEPET MAKE PRESENTATION!!”

“Bu...” I put my head into his room, he was sitting while doodling whatever else he would correct, “Mother yells like a supervisor at a garment factory. Request a glass toss,”

“Jarvas Building which is our guarantee is in Setiabudi! Not the one in Kemang!! Just remember to be wrong! The selling price is different tauk!!” the screams didn't heed me.

“Yang in Kemang bu,”

“Setiabudi!”

“Kemang buuuu,”

“Setiabudi! I want one in Setiabudi! Nego there to Gerald!”

“Well, that's Marketing,” grumbled.

“I am not Ridho yes my relationship is taken care of Sarah!! I better revoke all the credit, so that marketing has no achievement! Watch out for you don't be bestowed!”

While Miss Sarah was across the street, only again sneering at Bu Meilinda screaming her name.

“Ya later I contact the Fendi aja,”

“WORKING!! SPECIAL YOU DO NOT EAT LUNCH BECAUSE MOLOR AN HOUR!” Bu Meilinda.

I also squinted at Mr. Danu and Pak Haryono who were again whiny at the end there. Because of them, I can't eat lunch! Where Croissant I've been sharing.

Luckily there was still rice sitting my mother made in the backpack.

Still I heard the sound of his scolding as I walked towards my own room, “Should I do you Maaaaas-Mas?!”

Of all the women I know, only she doesn't know what to do with me. Ask another girl.

**

How is the auditor in normal condition?

I put on my glasses and read last week's bantex, studied all the proposals that went into my place word for word, checked the terms, and compared them to last year's case.

After checking for irregularities I made an initial mitigation.

When I work, usually people will stay away because of course I can not be disturbed, unless there is a natural disaster, or my mother suddenly calls, or if Bu Meilinda yells ‘Dimas!! To my room now!!!’ (exclamation mark 3 times).

That way.

If it's only been twice, I'm so sorry.

After having a telephone dispute with the branches about the findings, I got a short message from Arya.

“Mas, you have to work with the first Dalem people can only know the ip address, but if about hape I can still try to make a fishing site. If he opens, I can hack directly, ” said Arya.

I did ask the possibility of hacking into someone's computer or laptop while he was offline.

“Yaudah hapenya first we hack,” I said.

“What site does Mas make the victim open the domain?” ask Arya.

“Site chat with girls, write there if the site is a member of girls aged 18 to 25 years,”

“wih..”.

At noon, because I was forbidden to worship, finished Dzuhur Prayer suddenly there was a luxurious lunch package from the famous Chinesse restaurant wenakkk.

That package of food was quite expensive for the pockets of ordinary employees like us. And I got it from Ms. Meilinda.

It is only natural that their suspicions are growing.

Arya joined my room, plucked my olive chicken in the mix just as she was. Then we discussed my request to track someone's computer.

He always taught me how.

By late afternoon, my room was usually filled with girls from other divisions clutching over Gio's desk, one of the Audit junior staff.

Gio's son is a bit waving, but his brain is quite intelligent.

Gio's friends were average women and they sometimes gathered in the Audit Division room to gossip. Mr. Jaka and I have warned Gio not to keep confidential files in open space.

I was not bothered when they ’discussed’, I was blessed with the advantages to focus on one object if I nawaetu.

Until 17, the fragrance I knew was calling into the Audit Division room.

“You're done, Dimas?” ask Bu Meilinda. I frowned feeling strange because of the sound of a cow. My glasses until sagging to the base of the nose so shocked.

“Errrr, in a moment, Mom,” I glanced at her cleavage which could make her cold hot.

Wait, this morning there was no.

“Lanjut tomorrow aja well, we are ready to Bandung yuk?” He reached out and gently brushed off the hair that fell into my eyebrows.

Anjritt!

How tense is ya.

Like me, the room was silent. Bu Meilinda's position turned her back to the crowd of girls but a second later I could see her glancing back.

Uh! I can read the situation, the plan should go perfectly.

I took off my glasses and smiled as sweetly as I could.

Note: In this office I rarely smile.

Then slowly loosen my base and open one button above.

“Yuk, but before entering the toll, we copy first well..” sahutku while throwing nametag into the drawer, grabbing hoodie and my bag, then grabbing Bu Meilinda's waist and herding her out of the room.

While waiting for the elevator I could feel the heat on my back. I could feel instinctively, a lot of people were watching us. Spontaneously I grabbed Bu Meilinda's bag and took the initiative to bring it.

Sipp really my action, less romantic what, try?!

It will definitely be this uproar.