Office Hour
Eagle One Coming's

“Mas, I didn't go in yes, my body is hot,” complained Meilinda that morning she called me.

To be honest, we usually communicate through short messages. Rarely talk by phone.

Her voice when sick even sounds sexy, making me fantasize that no-no.

“Hot? Fever?” my many.

“I tired like him,”

No doubt it makes me feel so guilty.

Meilinda rarely gets sick. Once I was sick because of myself.

Miris.

So after that, I hung up the phone and promised to see her after work.

I woke up a little bit today. The plan was to go to the office a little late, last night it was Pak Jaka's permission to enter half a day.

I came out of the bathroom when the wall clock with a big motor picture pointed at 7:00.

Mas Bram standing in front of the dining table was filling his tumbler. He is preparing to go to Jogja to deal with land acquisition problems.

“There is a package of tu Le, ” hisses while pointing at the dining table with his chin.

I draped my towel around my shoulder and approached the box that looked exclusive. So exclusive it's suspicious.

“Where are we from?” I went to Mas Bram.

“So dawn Mr. Arman came here between it,”

“Pak Arman? Mr Arman GSA?”

“Yes yes, not Armand Maulana dong ah! Think with GIGI,”

I cry, “Yesterday the Meli did say that there will be a package from Mr. Sebastian,”

“Cieee called him ‘Meli-Meli’ ajaaaa,” Mas Bram teased me while shaking my head.

I also directly unboxing the package with an exclusive box.

“Widihh!!!” I immediately shouted after unsealing it.

“Why?” Bram approached me worriedly.

I looked at him half in disbelief.

Two Rolex limited edition pieces and 2 crocodile leather belts that as far as I know the logo of the letter H in the iron is expensive to have. As Mas Bram was admiring the treasure, I searched carefully at every corner of the box. Who knows if there's a code to defuse the bomb.

Mr. Sebastian can't possibly give ‘something’ without ‘something’, right?!

The code I didn't find, I switched to looking for a threat memo.

There's none either.

“I am one yes, ” hiss Mas Bram while wearing one of the watches and carrying his suitcase out. I kissed her hand, and continued searching for hidden messages from every corner of her box.

"Jolali nganggo katok before leaving!" I still hear Mas Bram yelling at me from inside his car. But my five senses remain focused on merchandise.

After I gave up, I ended up eating rice while looking at Mr. Sebastian's watch.

What else would happen? Today Meilinda did not enter because of yesterday's incident. I honestly feel so guilty because he just followed my game, it ended up being a drag. I was also getting involved in the problem anyway, but not as heavy as yesterday's problem.

When asked how I felt about Meilinda, to be honest, my feelings for her began to grow.

She is beautiful, sexy, her appearance is also graceful, her problems are fierce, arrogant and stingy I can move, but her nature is attractive. On one hand she acted like an independent woman, but the next second she could be spoiled for mercy.

I realize that he is still confused by this situation. It seems that he has not forgotten Gunawan. Sometimes his eyes looked at me but his gaze was glaring like he was thinking of someone else.

And what I'm worried about, if Meilinda wants me to marry you, duh... has no shadow yet, but if she wants me to marry you, does she want to live with me in my hut? Currently the price of one bag can only be made to buy a house, not shoes and jewelry. If living with me is mediocre is he willing to leave his hedon style? And we're 14 years apart, does he want to make me the Head of the Family?

I let out a breath.

My mother went inside while carrying groceries aided by Mr. Ilham, a rickshawman who is also our neighbor. “Belom departs Le?” tanyakanya.

I looked at him while thinking of asking for his blessing today, but what was the reason.

“Bu..” hisisku. He sat down in front of me and cleaned his wallet.

“Opo?” kalem reply.

“If I'm dating, can't I?”

He looked at me strangely.

“Unfortunately mom was banned?!”

Ah yes too, anyway,

Okay, change the question.

“Opo anyway!! The bay! Yes definitely dooain, do not think strange, kesambet later! Put on your shirt!!”

I decided to put on that Rolex and get ready for the Office.

*

*

While yawning I put the fried plate in front of me.

Daniel immediately plucked two seeds. I clapped his hand. He was indifferent and put one tofu in one swallow. Fendi came while carrying a bowl of indomie eggs carefully.

“Morning already indomie aja, ” hisisku.

“Before grandma attach my dateng have to smile. Let him hack me ga denger nothing.” hiss Fendi.

He was the type who got MSG a little direct like a drunk man.

Today they plan to discuss the audit findings for the marketing division that I sent yesterday.

The unit that I sent the findings to should give reasons and answers about the actions they took or report that the problem has been resolved & once complete, then my division makes a final report for mitigation.

“There is a proposal from Johan's Company, want to build an overpass in Java. But its shareholders are all Americans, they use the services of agents from Indonesia to borrow funds. His agent said from Garnet Group,” said Fendi.

“Gue again in his proposal, like something odd.” I said.

“Kalo sister company mah just enter kali bro, it is definitely signed,” sahut Daniel with mouth full of fried.

Why is my plate empty? Pshaw! The kampret ngabisin.

“Lo ulur first until feeling you clear. I know they only use names. Who the hell is the agent.”

“Name of his agent Gunawan Ambrose. Why do I often hear the name yak?” kernyit Fendi while chewing his noodles,”

Fortunately, the fried food was finished by Daniel, because I immediately ate.

“DIMAS!!!” Jaka sir ran towards me.

“You're fast to the meeting room! Mr Sebastian look for you!”

Hem...

this is my hunch.

At the same time Fendi also got a call from Ms. Sarah to enter the meeting room because Mr. Sebastian wanted all officials to attend.

“Elaaaah! Indomie I belom up, not be bangor dah me!”

“You should not eat Indomie if you want to look bego-bego’an,” hiss, “Enough powder lo isep aja use nose, wakakaka,” I said while moving and spending my coffee.

“Sue’ lo mas..” grumbled Fendi. “Btw, the brilliant idea,”

**

“Big Boss in which meeting room?” I walked onto the floor of the meeting room while putting on my das in a hurry and asked Desy, Receptionist Garnet Bank. We have 7 meeting rooms on this floor, often also rented to other tenants in need.

“Duh, Mas Dimas, it's hot in the morning! Here I put the tie,”

Haduh people again hurriedly even use seducing anyway, if you do not want you have a boy - Deeees, Des! I remes that…

Skips!

Remes guest book means.

The guest book of loh yaa.

“Mas Dimas, auctions your stuff yesterday so the problem, I do not get additional deeeh,” said Desy.

“Employ on the Halal road, Des” murmured.

“Ih, Mas Dim ih!” he grumbled.

Alexander David Huang, the Personnel Director, emerged from the large meeting room and approached me. He looks so full of worry.

“This Jiancoeg guy sing often makes trouble! What else is wrong, huh? Iki by the way he's a takon-takon personnel, amsyong akuuu Maaas, Mas! ” Mr. David groped my arm to pull over.

Mr. David put my das up very carefully.

“This is because Meilinda kemarjain he so asked about the biodata of all employees,” grunya.

“Belom certainly so sir,”

“Which belom may be so?!”

“Well he could choose harem,”

“EH, kowe iki Jhiaaan raono akhlak yes, the face of Big Boss wis WANGKEEEEER koyok Banaspati nahan b3ol!” say while misuh-misuh enter the meeting room.

I just giggled amusedly at her accent, Sori couldn't stand it, and I followed her into the meeting room, while plucking candy at Desy's front desk.