Office Hour
Selene

It didn't feel like a month had passed and our lives were going through normally, Eh, not normal either. Now many are away from me because they were caught kissing Meilinda at that time. Mr. Danu is delicious he even messem-mesem, where HRD nyamperin and nawar if my health insurance can not be combined with Meilinda, plis deh! On not losing yes...

As usual Meilinda and I are still arguing about work and now my job is more. Pak Jaka is not fluent in typing and I am short of men. Because, so Gio his son is diligent and multifunctional. And I haven't gotten a staff that's as good as him for an equivalent fee. This one matters, the equivalent salary.

I stay in the office more often than at home. Syarif even provides his own toiletries for me to shower so often I nginep in the office.

My mom likes to dance with me while saying “Members body is still complete right Le?”

So my mom likes to think what? Maybe he thinks my job is Mafia so rarely go home. I'm just a bank employee.

Good thing that Meilinda returned to the office and accompanied me to work. Hehe

No doubt, we still have limits.

Yeah a little-a little stroking this-that's it anyway...

One morning, my favorite glasses and I read a daily report that was a seven-color scarf because there was an irregularity in the Solo Branch. Somehow my feelings there is fraud in their transactions, but have not met the form. So I carefully read all the daily reports.

“Dimas,” sounds the voice I missed.

Since that case, she has rarely cried and her voice has become soft.

I'm the deg-degan. She is basically very beautiful.

Plus now Kalem anyway. So now that I noticed, most of the men in my office were staring at her intently if Meilinda breezed past them.

It's Gawat anyway...

Meilinda put the Hermes Bag wrapped in albino crocodile leather complete with the box on my desk.

“My gratification from Mr. Siswoto aka Gunawan. It's up to you if you don't scratch,” says ‘My dear’.

I leaned my body against the sofa, only to feel that my back was aching half to death.

“I auction can ga? I submitted it to Asset Management Division so..”

“Do not!” he hugged her Hermes.

“You have to handle. This is my baby, but you're more valuable so you have to touch her, okay?!” I'm called Hermes, both crocodiles huh. Mr. Sebastian also called me ‘Boyo’.

“Others don't know how valuable he is, don't get dropped in a badger chair or worse, on the floor!” yells. It doesn't have to be that mysterious. It's just a bag. walopun the same price as a house BTN 5 units.

“Iya, Mom, if it has been submitted to the Auditor means yes mother no longer has the same business of survival of this crocodile, this crocodile,” if in the office I still call him with the designation ‘ibu’ to respect his position.

“The name is Birkin, not crocodile.”

“Iya, later Ms. Birkin is very excellent service dah, I blanket I kelonin I love the AC later the closet, let me live again so crocodile,” Omelku while returning to focus on reading.

Meilinda giggled and kissed my cheeks softly.

“Love you..”

I almost choked on my own spit. Then glanced at him until he passed from my room. Lop lopan aje...

Handri threw me a bean.

Okky even mengeliatin I stick.

Maryanti Nyinyir, “Love in the office,” she is a judge. “So I want to have a girlfriend,”

“Lo's girlfriend who is a kemane motorcycle taxi driver?” my many.

“Udah rose to the position of a fruit store entrepreneur, I was left because he was dating the son of the owner of the fruit store,”

The fate of lo Mar.

Next, all the children crunched to the front of my desk crowding Ms. Birkin. Tenny even brought a magnifying glass, “What the heck is interesting from this bag, the usual feeling,” murmured.

“Nafas lo don't bust Ten, ntar he's wrinkled!” maryanti.

“Try using pacemaker, where know this crocodile is still alive,” hiss Tenny again.

“We display in the brothers of the malem market, anyone want to buy not about?” hiss Handri.

“Segini 700 million’an? Scratches dikit dong price?” Okky pointed her index finger to touch Ms Birkin's skin.

I slapped the back of his hand.

“Don't hold on to foul ntar, Sacred iniiiii,” hisisku.

“Try Mr. Dimas who holds, ntar the color changed to gradation, cheerful because.” kekeh Handri.

“Udah works thereaah! Less people are not even obvious! Want to go home without a pango?” my nag.

“Mau dooong,” all back to their respective cubicles.

When everything is calm and the atmosphere is decorated with the sound of children typing, do not know what they are typing’ anyway, which is important to look busy. Most maryanti again vent on Twitter, Okky most comic donlot on the internet, Handra most again reply WA throttling through the computer. What matters is...

I took a picture of a crocodile Birkin in front of me and sent it to my mother.

Mom, anyone want to buy? 700million second, complete certificate. My type.

Mommy alone (Emot glasses). The reply.

Who wants to buy it... My reply.

Yes kowe...

Then open the thighs with aunty first.

Jerky. Reply mom

I know my mother had a lot of relationships, even though she was just a rice seller. Not for half an hour, there was a reply.

Ono iki Bu Ajeng. My mother gave me the info.

Where is Bu Ajeng's house? It has to be delivered directly. I said.

Solo NANG. Iso's?

Whoa, coincidences. Did I just go solo, an impromptu audit visit. If you just read the report is not finished. All selling bags.

“Dimas, come with me sik yo?” Ask Mr. David as he passed from Mr. Danu's room stopped by my cubicle.

“Ya sir bro...” hisisku while following him.

*

*

“Known this Selena..” said Mr. David.

The woman nodded kindly to me. Unlike most women who were stunned when they looked at me and just woke up and smiled, this one seemed to have gotten used to a guy like me. His face is ordinary.

“De’e transfer nang Garnet Property, Kowe nyari assistant anyway? Iki level highclass loooh, wis lah ojo this protest, akur-akur yo!!”

We shake hands.

“Sorry, I don't know exactly the picture of my work.” Legally.

“Before your position as what?”

“In my old company I worked as a Western Region Assistant Relationship Manager Operational, so my day-to-day activities are related to projects, contracts, Purchased Orders and Administration.”

Wait for.

I think I'm familiar with that department.

And he said Garnet Property.

I thought about it first.

But from the p[there is a waste of time, just follow up to the jobdesk translation. “So it is enough anyway basically, the point of our work later is to supervise all operational activities of employees in all aspects of work. I just need you to be honest and thorough. If anyone does not understand do not hesitate to ask me or Jaka sir and do not even take action yourself.”

Mr David seems to be smiling himself aje, napa you sir, surprised to see me explain the theory to the staff ?!

I showed Selena her desk. It was seen that all employees stared at Selena until she was in the cubicle still being watched. If there is a ticking, usually the corner of his eye remains focused on Selena.

“You at Garnet Property used to be.” I asked, I still think about this.

Selena nodded.

“Until yesterday still working there sir. But sorry yes sir I keep first reason moved me, only Mr. Yan know.” Selena.

That's what Mr Yan means Mr Sebastian? It seems he has a close relationship with Mr. Sebastian to be able to use his little name. And it was very noticeable that he was closing himself up.

The way I look at you.

Oh my God I just remembered!

The Western Region Operational Manager is Masku!!

“In Garnet Property there is my sister, her name is Bramantyo.” My solute. “You know?” I'll just ask you directly.

The srekk!

He dropped his bag.

His eyes were staring at me wide.

Wh why?

Is there a genderuwo behind me?

“Pak Bram...?” saith.

I'm nodding.

“Pak Bram's older brother Mr Dimas?” reworked.

“Iya.”

Then he hops annoyed.

Ck.. (so decak).

Then he just stared at the floor.

“There is pantry? I want to make coffee.” Sahut later.

“At the end..” sahutku.

Then he walked to the pantry in a hurry.

Why is that a girl?!

*

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Bu Meilinda was glued to the table in the corner beside me, the table that Gio used to occupy now by Selena. He looked at Selena from the end of the crown to the foot which could only be seen from the sidelines of the table.

“Who?” askinya. Selena noticed the gaze and stood in respect.

“My name is Selena bu.” Straightly worded.

“Where are you from?”

“Until yesterday I was still working at Garnet Property, I used to be his assistant Mr. Bram.”

“Ngapain now you are here?!” ask Meilinda super judes.

“I am here to replace Mr. Gio who moved to Garnet Retail.”

“Who sent you here?”

“Pak Yan.” Answer Selena.

I felt as they chatted like there was lightning in the middle. Blaring and cloudy.

Meilinda snorted and called someone.

Me? Again snacking on eggs. Just watch.

“This is your man, brother?!” blow it off the phone. He's meloudspeaker his phone.

“Selena already there Mel?” Ask Mr. Sebastian.

“Already.”

“Where is it?”

“Di Divisions Dimas.”

“Waaaah hahahaha!” exclaim Mr. Sebastian while ngakak. “Indeed the sinter David. Okay I tipped. Mr. Farid's son.”

“Farid? Farid who? Which farid is it, brother? Farid AL Farouq?”

“Yes, Farid Al Farouq. Single boy, don't scratch Mel, hahahaha! Say dimas guarded baek hahah”

Ms. Meilinda hung up the phone and looked back at Selena. Then I looked at me and threw a bantex.

“Your satisfaction?!” he shouted furiously, then left my room while stomping his feet.

I bengong.

What the hell is going on?!

“Azzek, kangen also wriggled pack Dimas diomelin Bu Meli,” kekeh Handri while still eating nuts.

“Keselek do not be a reason to take permission to get sick! look out for you,” I misuh.