
“He's a new employee?”
“Iya right, first day there is already a problem aja.”
“Tadi hell, as I know, he teased Mr. Purba.”
“Seriously? Wah ... dare very.”
“Do not slander loh, not good.”
“Truly, I was also horrified earlier,” said the other employee.
Some employees whispered – whispers behind Mr. Dahlan's glass room. Although the curtain of the room uses vertical blinds, it is still quite clear to see the scenery inside.
“Ih, girls don't know too shy. Even dare to fight again with the Boss' wife.”
“We are the ones who have been working for a long time, do not dare to tease the Boss.”
“Yes, wonder. We know ourselves. Loving the Boss, like a pigeon longing for the moon.”
The employees were still gossiping while peeking, they forgot about their abandoned work.
**#
“Ma, already. Shame!” old Servant tried to break up his wife's fight.
Mona did not touch Purba, several times the hand of Purba on his side.
Purba glanced at Bizar, the assistant understood what his master meant. Bizar tries again to enter the fight of the two women in front of him who are getting more exciting just their fight.
It's a little hard to break up, but eventually ....
“Apaan anyway, get rid of your hands!” Mona doesn't take it when Bizar holds Mona's arm, to keep Rara away.
The inspired ancients held Rara captive, because they were still trying to fight, even though Bizar had separated them.
“I'm off, off!” yelling and stomping Mona's hand, able to make Bizar release his hand and slightly retreat from the Boss' wife.
“I'm waiting for you at home, Mas!” mona said while showing her index finger in front of Purba who was still holding Rara.
Mona threw away her face, then turned around with her face still full of emotion. Not forgetting that he was also staring at Rara sharply.
Bruk!
“What's a look?!” hardik Mona to the employees who are still around the room Mr. Dahlan.
“Surge.” Mona's voice scolded the employee for blocking her path.
**#
Seen Mr. Dahlan came, he was astonished, why in front of his room so crowded?
“What is this? Disperse, disperse! Don't let me sanction. Not polite you guys, peek – peek into my room,” exclaimed Mr. Dahlan commemorating employees who are still clustered in front of the glass of his room.
“Back to work, respectively,” reprimand Mr. Dahlan back.
When Mr. Dahlan entered, a strange sight was seen. Rara's face was so tangled, so were her clothes.
“What happened, Pur?” ask Mr. Dahlan to the ancient who are still silent.
“So my wife and ...,” her greeting came to a halt as Rara cut it off.
“Ah, stop. Father same time. Weak!” ketus Rara then left the room.
Apparently shortly after Mona left earlier, Purba persuaded Rara to calm down and forget all about it. Many times the ancients apologized.
However, Rara felt that she did not accept having to take it for granted. It's been accused by Mona, in the crest again, not just once. So he considers here Purba was guilty, could not calm and give understanding to his wife.
“What the hell is this really? I was leaving was still fine,” Mr. Dahlan asked for an explanation on Purba.
Purba explained the incident when Rara accidentally spilled coffee on the hand of the Ancient.
“Oh .. maybe he thought, I'm you, Pur. Ahaha, there's-there's a. Means our fondness is the same. Gini elders, you are not inferior to compete with you, right Pur?” In the middle of the conversation, Mr. Dahlan joked.
Purba takes a breath and continues her story until somehow Mona comes along. The ancients did not expect that Mona would follow him there.
“Maybe your wife has come to Pur's office, but you are not there. So deh, come here,” analysis Mr. Dahlan right.
“Huft ... may as well, Sir.” Ancient people didn't care much. “Oh yes, I had news from Mr. Gunawan, about a fashion event in Dubai. That's why I came back here again,” Purba continued.
"Ok, we're just the language of the job. Women's business, lately. Hem ... basic women always inhibit indeed.
They ended the unimportant talk, the tragedy of misunderstanding they ignored. Now is the time to talk business again.
Seriate.