Possessive Leader
Curriculum vitae

Rama still read one by one the documents of apprentice students in his company when Raka entered while laughing. Rama was forced to check one by one manually because in the personnel database for the internship student data only contains the student's master number, full name, study program and university name. Not as complete as permanent employee data that contains from the full name to the number of children owned.

Not knowing where his future wife went to college made him have to read every internship application file, curriculum vitae of course that was the target because from there he could see the complete data from the start of personal data, and then he could see the full data, parental data to educational history that has been taken.

"Again to check what the hell? Lots of envelopes." Raka approached Rama with a pile of files in a large brown map.

"Application for internships?" Raka reads the matter written in front of the envelope located at the right end of the envelope.

"First look for my new candidate!" Reply Rama is still focused with curriculum vitae in front of him.

"Not this." Rama re-entered the file and separated it on different sides.

"And you already have a candidate. Why are you looking again? Have you been fired by your future in-laws?"

"Absolutely speaking!"

While listening to Raka's words, he did not remain silent. I can't wait to know what his future companion will be like. Rama reopened another brown envelope.

"Hadeh is not this one either." Lirih.

"Ribet is very, Wan. Just look for the name of the apprentice whose last name is Gunawan. The name of your future in-law is Burhan Gunawan, the last name of his son must also have his Gunawan."

"At least that easy. I tried to find an intern whose last name is Gunawan. That's why I open this one-on-one nyari in the curriculum vitae, there is complete data." Reply Rama.

"Good God, not this one either." Complaints later.

"Ntar again lo shrill, Wan. I need your signature now. Here's the file, if it's okay just sign it." Raka gave the file he brought to Rama.

"Gue wait in front of ya. For a long time I feel at home here, the aqua glass really. You must be happy well followed him wherever. Sometimes if he's unemployed again can yah changean, I pinjem him to be my assistant." His impact then passed out without waiting for Rama's reply.

"Where's the art? I have it I do. Pinjem... What's that juice suit? I'm not going to pinjemin!" Mumbled Rama while then reading the file of new design proposals from Raka.

Rama tries to focus on the file he is reading but the loud laughter of Raka and Jesi from out there makes him lose concentration. His intention of walking towards the door to close the door so that the sound of their laughter is not heard but seeing Jesi so familiar with his best friend makes him uncomfortable. There is a sense of unwillingness if the annoying girl laughs cheerfully with others while being with him is always upsetting. Sucks.

"Heh Jas juice here for a minute!" Calling him from the front of the door made Jesi who was somehow laughing what suddenly silenced and pouted.

"Tell Raka, the adorable juice coat. He pouted, making me gaunt, wanting to pinch his cheek." Inner Rama.

"Heh jas jus.. You were not heard from earlier I called!"

"I'm crashing again. Not taking any orders. Point!" Reply Jesi jutek.

"Let me help you, Wan. You need what?" Finally the sane Naura interceded.

"No. Not so!" Rama then closed the door.

"Temen lo too times." Reply Raka.

"Obviously not my friend. Barebelin karam!" Jesi Sayings.

In there Rama re-read the data of interns, rather than reading the file Raka because he is not focused, can be fatal if he makes a decision when his concentration is not full.

Eighty percent of the apprenticeship applications he had read but the person he was looking for had not yet met. Until the next envelope he opened lazily.

"Have the juice coat..." Mumbled.

Special belonging to the assistant self-styled patience tester, Rama read it slowly. Until finally he was wide-eyed when reading the name of his future father-in-law in the curriculum of a girl named Jesika Mulia Rahayu.

"I didn't read it wrong, did I?" Rama rubbed his eyes slowly and then re-read the list of life history of Jesi. Unfortunately, he did not read wrong.

Rama took another deep breath, "He became an assistant to make me blood every day. How about the continuation of life I have a wife like her."

"Oh my god... Its so bad!" His grunt.

His lips grumbled as if bad luck was falling on him because he found a wife who he had always been proud of must have never met in fact was Jesi. The juice jacket that was on his side every day. But his feet quickly stepped out of the room and approached Jesi who was still chatting with Raka and Naura.

"Nih another revision of the design close. I want a more unique, if this one is a regular lid like the previous product. Give me a little variety." Rama gave the file of Raka's proposal earlier. He has not checked completely but I don't know at this time Rama just wants Raka to leave here immediately.

"Yes tomorrow I'm revising. Now mah want to nganter the aqua glass home." Answer Raka.

"Lo nganter Naura is back. The juice suit still has work."

"I want to go home too. I nodded, not taking any orders. Point!" Jesi Sayings.

Rama was really upset, since returning from the meeting this afternoon only those words were spoken by his assistant. Rama never thought he should be angry because Jesi instead sleeps during work hours, but strangely the situation even turned upside down. Jesi was angry with him.

"The storm continues on you. I want to go back dizzy. Come on Ka, anterin I'm home!" Naura.

"I've been like a driver for a long time, Ra. I have to ask for the same salary as your man." Although he was mumbling but Raka still agreed to Naura's request, he even helped by bringing a large paper bag containing gifts from Rama's future in-laws.

"Neng Jesi, sorry well not so nganterin go home. Next time Aa's anterin." Pamit Raka's.

"Udah don't have to talk a lot of street hunting there." Usurp Rama.

"Yes-yes. It's so fucking bad! Titip aqua my favorite glass do not get scuffed."

It felt like Rama wanted to immediately open his shoes and throw them at Raka, "favour... Favoured... Just delicious! This is my juice coat." His inner.