Oh My Cecunguk
Go with Alan

Some people think my life is very lucky. They said I not only have a beautiful face, but also have above average intelligence. So you can get a job in a big company. When working will not feel hot let alone rained. Most of his work day just sitting in front of the computer. The income is also much greater when compared to factory workers.

That assumption is not wrong. The job I do is to spend more time in front of the computer. When working, it never feels hot because it is always in an AC room. However, this work is not as beautiful and delicious as imagined. The salary I get is pretty big. But believe me, the work that I am currently doing is not as beautiful and not as good as imagined. I and my office friends always work under pressure and demands.

We are required to always satisfy and obey the wishes of clients who sometimes change their desires. Forced to keep smiling even though the client is acting annoyingly.

We can't go home even if working hours are over. Not infrequently we bring home office tasks and have to complete them overnight, so that everything is completed on time.

As happened today. The work hours ended an hour ago. But I can only go home now.

"What time is it, Nai?" I asked while stretching my body.

Naira stared at the clock that was coiling in her palm. "Hour seven" he said.

"Huh. It's seven o'clock?" I said, surprised.

"Yes. Fifteen minutes instead."

"Gosh my god." I quickly tidied up the files. Put it in the drawer in a hurry.

"Why Le? How come you're shocked just as in a hurry."

"I forgot, I have an appointment this afternoon." "I'm first, Nai" I said, grabbing the bag and the phone at the table. Then stepped away, leaving my friend who seemed to shake his head.

"Yes, be careful" cried Naira.

I brandished a finger, forming the word ok in response.

I kept walking, towards the elevator whose door had just opened. Then immediately ran when the elevator door was about to close again. One of the passengers in the elevator reached out to prevent the door from closing. It looks like he saw me running. "Thank you" I said to the man who blocked the door. I hurried in, before the elevator doors closed again.

The next second the elevator began to move down.

When I was on the ground floor, I immediately walked out as soon as the elevator door opened. Hurry up to Alan who may have been waiting for me for a long time. I haven't been able to get out of the building yet. Jordi. I also had to stop the move.

"You coming home, Lea?" ask Jordi.

"Yes. You too, right?" I said back to asking.

The man nodded. "Oh yeah, today there's no ojek, right? You come with me, Le. I'll drive you."

"Not bother, Di. I can go home by myself" I said, refusing.

Jordi looked disappointed "Why, Le? Are you still mad at me?" ask her with a soft voice. "I'm sorry, Le, if what I said at that time hurt you so much" he added

I'm staring. "I've forgiven you, Di. Stop feeling guilty and think I'm still mad at you. Now I feel fine. I've even forgotten what happened back then, "I said, explaining.

"If you're not mad at me, why don't I take you home, Le? Aren't we also in the same direction?"

"Truly I'm not mad at you, Di. I didn't accept your offer because there was actually an appointment with someone."

"Who, Le? What's your new boyfriend?" guess Jordi.

I'm shaking. "No. I'm just friends with him."

"Oh, I thought you had another boyfriend, Le."

What if I had a girlfriend again. It's none of your business, Di. You don't need to know my personal business.

"Yes, Le. Be careful" said Jordi.

I walked back to where Alan was waiting. Arriving there I circulated my gaze, looking for the whereabouts of the Cecunguk.

"It turns out you remember coming home too" said someone behind me. Even without seeing his face, I could immediately recognize the familiar voice in my ear. I think the owner of the voice is Alan. And my guess is true. As I turned around, I saw Alan sitting between two large flower pots, not far from where I was standing. His face looks very upset. I stepped back, approaching him.

"When did you come? Has it been a while?" ask me when I'm by his side.

"Didn't you see? I'm almost a moss because I waited too long for you."

I chuckled, hearing her speech and expression that seemed still very upset. "sorry. I was late."

"You should have told me first, if you were overtime. So I didn't wait too long."

"I didn't know today was overtime. How can I tell you I'm overtime?"

"You can call me."

"How do I call you? Just your number I don't know."

"Then give me your number now?" Alan pulled the device out of his jacket pocket. Then hand that flat object to me.

I accepted it, then started typing the twelve numbers that were my phone numbers there. "Already," I said. When it's done. After that, return the device to its owner.

Alan seemed to be typing something. Maybe write my name and keep my number in his contacts. After that press the phone handle icon, call me.

My phone in the bag was ringing. But a few seconds later it stopped.

"That's my number" Alan said. After disconnecting his phone.

"Ok," I said briefly.

"You don't want to keep my number?" alan asked as he put his phone back in his jacket pocket

"Later on."

"Yes, let's go now" he asked as he stepped foot. I followed behind him. We walked a few meters. Approaching Alan's vehicle which is parked in a special motorcycle parking lot.

"I can wear it myself" I said. When we got to the parking lot and stood next to the bike. The man in front of me did not speak to me. He helped me put a helmet on my head. After that, I put on my own helmet.

Come to think of it this Cecunguk is romantic as well, like men in movies or dramas. But it seems that if she's just a little romantic, it sucks her more. Ah what the heck am I why even become this clumsy muji. If he heard it, the udel immediately rolled.

"Road up," Alan ordered.

I also obeyed his words. Holding Alan's shoulders first while riding his bike. I sat a little backwards. Give distance so that our bodies do not touch each other. But what I did was in vain. In reality when the motor was running my body was always staggered forward. Several times I changed my sitting position, retreated backwards. Many times I also hit his back, making my chest a little pain. I finally gave up and let our bodies touch each other. Alan won't even realize that mine touched his back. Because all I know is that one of the insensitive parts of a man's body is his back.

During the trip we were more silent. Because talking is not heard. Due to the roar of the vehicle and the sound of horns from other vehicles that pass. I don't know where we're headed, Alan didn't tell me. So I just kept quiet and waited.

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