Office Hour
Fanatical

I think lately bad luck always follows me.

It's still morning, it's still 6, so only 8 hours ago I met, now I've seen you again. Keep meeting.

“Morning has been squirming the look of a kampret,” grumbled Mr. Sebastian who was sitting in the living room.

He seems to be going to the office.

Looks when I see me like a child happy to get a new toy to be slammed.

I just stood in front of the door, again thinking it was necessary to sow salt or holy water.

“Not logged in?” he asked again.

“I wait for Bu Meilinda here only sir," my sizzle while frowning.

“Ck, Guts kayak keong, how about being my sister-in-law, every day we will meet later," he said.

Is it a blessing or a trap?!

“Later in front of the bridal room I wrote, ‘Area Haram Sirik-Man’,”

Sounded weird. Then he continued to watch his cell phone. “Bodo very,” whispered slowly.

“Dimas! Come here breakfast first!” Meilinda emerged from the hallway while waving her hands at me cheerfully.

Uh, she's so pretty today, her dress is pink!

As hypnotized I set foot near him and did not heed Mr. Sebastian again.

“Nuwun sewu used to dooong,” Pak Sebastian misuh-misuh because I passed.

“Nyuwun a million Paaaak, misiiiii,” as I flee to the dining room.

*

*

Like the days before Meilinda and I got out of the car that morning with Stylish.

It's Wednesday, midweek which is usually a quiet Friday meeting. All deadlines usually occur on Wednesdays. Extension on Thursdays.

Anyway Pas Friday all must be finished so that it runs out Friday can be bobok noon at the mosque until Ashar.

That's concept.

Then go home a pangko. Wakpa!

I actually regret a little because the time in Bandung is not perfect shopping because it came out of Lexus kayak gini I should also upgrade my hoodie at least become more fashionista laaah.

“I forgot to tell you, today there will be a yes package for you, from brother,” said Bu Meilinda while walking through the lobby filled with netizens of nyinyir, and, especially since he was close to me more and more people gathered in obscurity who specifically appeared to see our closeness.

“Package? From Mr Sebastian?” my many.

I felt my forehead itch so I showed a frowning look. “What's it? Pistol written ‘shoot yourself Jidatmu, basic garbage’! That?”

Meilinda giggles sweetly, “You do not antipathy with brother dong, it is so her behavior. You're lucky he didn't make you persecuted like Jeffry used to be. Good thing I managed to block brother's violent attitude so Jeffry survived,"

“Yes he is not cruel to me, because his high school teacher my mother, can be disobedient until the seventh sky if there is a problem with me and Bram,"

Meilinda looked at me with raised eyebrows. “You mean?” tanyakanya.

“Eh, Mr Sebastian has not told?”

“What?”

“My mother's name is Lastri, used to teach at Bhakti Putra High School,”.

“Hah?” Meilinda seemed to be trying to remember. “Bu Lastri? Sulastri who is a Mathematics Economics teacher?"

I scratched my head. “If his position I don't know because he wasn't born at that time hehe," then I also tinker at my phone looking for a photo of my mother.

Meilinda seemed to be suffocating slowly when she saw the look of my mother.

“Ya Ampuun! What a kanguuu!" Meilinda stared at my phone happily, her hands covering her mouth hiding her thick lips that formed a laugh.

“He is the most instrumental to our success now loh mas. He also taught us through Les after school, making Brother the most antipathy economic even interested,”

I sneered.

My mother's... Can teach Big Boss the lesson of economics to be a conglomerate why now it can only sell rice sitting?!

“I want to see him yes, pliiiiis! Please make an appointment,” Meilinda said with sparkling eyes.

I chuckle.

“Ibuku is always standby, I take rice with me sometime. He's got a restaurant in Bekasi,"

“OK! Okay!" he looks very excited. We were both waiting in front of the special Elevator of Directors.

“You've seen Miss Lastri angry?” suddenly tanyanya.

I chuckle. “My mother never gets angry, which often is crying. Last time father died. At best he insinuates that me and Bram rarely go home,”

“Indeed, to the best of my knowledge, Miss Lastri was a very patient teacher, except there was a time when she was so angry that she hit my sister with a broomstick,"

Oh yeah? My eyes are glaring at the horror loh!

“Hah?!” grunting.

“You don't believe it?!”

“Ngak!! I'm the only one whose son has never seen him angry, 30 years of my life!”

“That time he caught my sister again in the backyard of the school because of another frustrating heartbreak,” Bu Meilinda continued her story.

“Wow!”

“Then he called me who was in the SD building to contact our parents, and hit my sister many times with a broomstick, then doused her with water a bucket,”

“The iron look can also be heartbroken," my murmur insinuated Mr. Sebastian.

Meilinda looked at me while throbbing. “You know who you fell in love with back then?”

“Who? Her name is Ratna?”

“No, that time did not know Ratna,"

“Then?!”

“Sister falls in love with Bu Lastri,"

“Ah Time!!!” surprise seruku.

How amused by the horror!

Meilinda mutters while hissing, “Shhh!” while pinching my cheek gently. The people in the elevator couldn't turn their eyes towards us.

She's a genius.

“It was Bu Lastri, a young teacher, if not one of his age was only 25 when he became a teacher, and his sister was 17 years old. It was a month before the National Examination. Miss Lastri then announced to the classmates that she would get married and invited all her students to come,"

I thanked God many times because the love relationship was not fulfilled, imagine that I became like Trevor whose days were filled with inner pressure.

“From now on he will not dare to say anything to you and Bram.” Meilinda.

“It's fate, Lindaaa,” I tease Meilinda. He chuckles. His laughter made his face even sweeter.

The elevator opened on the 15th floor, we both got out and I could feel followed by curious looks of the people who were still in the elevator.

“What calls me Linda is just Bu Lastri, someone else calls me Meli.” Connect Meilinda.

“If I could call what other than ‘sayang’?!” I whispered to tease him.

Don't know what to do, just want this morning playing with fire.

Okay, I know that sometimes I tease her quite intensely as if I want to always look at her with blushing cheeks like this. But this figure in front of me is so adorable. Moreover, I have seen it in various expressions, and it really makes me forget that we are different 14 years old, just want to elus hair.

Surely everyone thinks it's appropriate in the office that the old bloodshed incident happened, I also just found out that if I was fascinated again, I could be as romantic as Cassanova.

“Call me ‘Bu Boss’..” Answer Meilinda with a cold-made expression, “But if it's out of the office, call me ‘Cinta’ hihihi!” and he sauntered away leaving me dumb in front of the elevator.

Ow hell!

I'm tense again!!

Go to Pantry!! Denangin...

But, uh,

Just opened the locker already exists...

“DIMAAAASSSSS Shouts blaring.

Meilinda. But it's not an angry shout, it's a different cry.

I immediately felt something was wrong and my legs without having time my brain meloading reflex ran into Bu Meilinda's room.

DIE YOU PEC-UN!!

A giant inscription inscribed with Red Paint was plastered on the giant window of Meilinda's room.

Then on Meilinda's table was a Barbie doll with a knife stuck in her chest

Good Lord!

The shadow of the past immediately filled my mind.

But this one is bolder, the perpetrator painted it in a giant window. People from outside the building can also see that the intention.

I felt Meilinda who was standing in front of me dazed, I automatically held her body.

His hand clutched tightly onto my arm and trembled violently. He also seems to have difficulty breathing.

Ow hell! I'm more worried about the situation than the threat at the window.

I saw people gathered in Meilinda's room with their shouts. I also saw Arya and the Directors coming.

“Arya, CCTV!” hisisku gave instructions to Arya. Arya immediately nodded and ran outside the room.

“Syarif, take cleaning tools, do not forget to wear gloves and masks,” hisisku to Syarif. The man was still flabbergasted facing the window.

“Syarif,” I called resuscitate him. He then gasped and nodded weakly, leaving the room limping.

I looked to Mr. Dirut. He seemed to shake his head while holding his wrath, “Document everything Mas, lest anyone be missed,”

“If until Mr. Sebastian finds out about this problem , management will be randomized," I murmured.

“Can runyam this,” umpat Pak Dirut. “We try to finish before Mr. Sebastian knows yes,”

“Siap Sir..” hisisku. “I guess... again this is my fault,”.

“Mas, whose name is vandalism, is to blame. Here, Meli and you are the victim,” Mr. Danu seems to have also sniffed if this destructive action is the work of my fanatics.