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You Can't Kill Me

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"So sure you know ga ma, it should be that hick kid in brackets now." Deena overhears Laras' words with Ratih. It's still morning that sucks mom and son.

"Mommy has an idea." A devious smile was engraved on his lips. "Lusa kan papa's birthday will surely have a big banquet. Mama is sure many papa collegas are coming, how about that time?" Ratih's proposal has already started to draw up a plan in his head.

Barrel smiled with satisfaction. "Because, mama said, some people from the university will also come, so we can make it impossible." Evil laughter was heard from the two people in the room.

"You follow me said Mama."

Laughing with satisfaction. "Lo the village."

From outside the door, the girl who had heard their conversation clucked with a slanted smile. "You can't kill me."

Deena was not afraid, she was even waiting for what other plans would await her. Although her life changed, Deena prepared herself.

The girl passed by, there was still more important to take care of her than hearing the nonsense of Laras and his stepmother.

Deena walked out the gate of the house, stopping a taxi to her university.

Arriving there Deena, he immediately headed to the administrative room to ask for a letter of recommendation from a well-known company in his country. Once Deena gets the letter she'll be heading to the company Alz Group is in.

"Deena!" Shouted a voice from behind him, stopping the footsteps of the girl who was about to walk out the gate.

Deena. "Oh what's the need for Jo?" Lazy asked. Joandan who was standing in front of him walked over.

"Where are you going? let me anter." Baraw Joandan smiled kindly.

Deena refused. "I'm going to the Alz Group." To the place you banned and I deeply regret my decision. Deena added in her heart.

Joan looked silent for a moment, there was a dislike look from her face. "Where were you at the hospital yesterday? just left a little while ago, I thought I was kidnapped." Ask Joan. "You haven't given me the answer to my declaration of love." Reminds Deena again.

The girl seemed to think. "Joan, we haven't known you for a long time, I've accepted your statement, but I'm not dating yet." Reject the coarse subtle Deena full of emphasis in her tone of speech.

Joan's face seemed increasingly gloomy hearing Deena's reply. "I'll go first, bye." Deena stopped the taxi and disappeared behind the door.

Joan clenched her hands annoyed at the car that had sailed across the city road. He was rejected by a girl, and Joan did not accept it.

"Stop here sir!" Deena tapped the steering wheel so the driver stopped the car. "Take the change sir." Added Deena fixing her stuff.

"Yeah neng, this is the changeover, even less this sugary." Sewot the driver. Deena just grinned rushed down from the car. "When I pay." After saying that Deena ngacir entered the company building.

Honestly, not the first time Deena entered the office building, as the only woman who is the most accomplished at the University, of course Deena often in and out of the company. Even without the help of Bakara.

It's just that Deena used to enter just an ordinary company in the city, unlike the place where this beach stands. A biggest company in his country, who had even lost a jade slip left the country in an uproar.

Deena paused for a moment, her head looking up at the height of the building she was about to enter. "Luckily living again, if it won't sell seven derivatives I refuse a company of this size." Monologue with yourself.

Deena steps her foot into Alz's lavish lobby, towards the reception desk. "Good day, ma'am." Deena.

"Hey, how can I help you?" Ask the receptionist by name tag Tamara kindly.

Deena showed Alz a letter of recommendation towards the two receptionists. "My name is Deena Prameswari Bakara mbak, to whom do I submit this letter of recommendation?"

"Let's come with me." One of the receptionists showed me the direction. They are familiar with the company policy, every year the intern with the best achievements will get a recommendation from their company, only the aerospace university is included in the list of companies, the company said, with at least 2 students called.

The receptionist stopped. "I drove up here, after turning right, you straight and then stuck in the HRD room, you handed this letter to Mr. January Adiatma." The receptionist was friendly.

"Thanks is it." Deena replied smiling no less friendly.

"I'm sorry then."

Deena walks in following the interruption of the receptionist Tamara.

"The Si*lan that January! Get him to face me now!" Hanska's wrath kicked down the door in anger.

Brakkk's.

"Oh, the way of the eye gapake." Deena was upset holding onto her left shoulder which collided with someone's back.

"This is another kid, I should ask, why are you here?" Hanska's question lowered his gaze towards the petite Deena.

Deena offered a letter of recommendation from her company. "My goal is clear om, whether rich, or what, employees are rich style boss. pfftt." Ejek Deena held back her laughter.

Kelethoks.

"It hurts" Deena complained of Hanska's hard jab on her forehead.

Hanska took the letter walking towards the elevator. "Make a cup of coffee, then drive it to the 25th floor." Hanska's orders were fierce without dispute. As if someone possessed her, Deena followed Hanska's missing steps behind the elevator.

The girl stupefied. "Where room is it? oh, why did you do it." Monologue Deena with herself in the elevator.

Stand off.

The elevator doors open, featuring the super-luxury corridor Deena has seen on television.

"Sir." Sapa Deena saw Arga coming out from behind the door.

The one in sapa lowered. "Call Arga, miss." The man stared at Deena. "Miss looking for Mister?" Ask after that.

Deena nodded cutely. "Si om told me to make coffee, but I don't know who and where to make it. Mostly my purpose here as an apprentice recommended by the Alz company" Kesal Deena scrunched her face. "Where's the pantry." Lesu Deena confirmed the location of her bag that sagged down.

Arga shifted to give him a way. "You can enter the room at the other end, miss." Point the man towards the huge golden door carved by a dragon. "You can make it in the pantry available in the room." Added again.

Deena nodded. "Thanks you Arga." Deena. The man nodded while retreating.

Tok to tok.

There's no answer.

Again Deena knocked but nil, He decided to open a little dragon-shaped door trying to peek at the contents by popping his head inside.

Feeling safe, Deena widened the entrance. His eyes were spoiled by the city view presented on the glass wall of the room. The sky was clear and vehicles passed by fighting with traffic jams from above. Deena's amazed.

His gaze looked at the room dominated by dark brown, parallel to the door there was a black sofa complete with a table to decorate the room, then there was a large table with large single chairs that Deena believed belonged to a boss. The girl was afraid if the big boss sneaked his act of this impolite money.

Behind the chair there is another room that is bounded with a bookcase as high as the room, on the left there is a door carved phoenix, and, and on the right near the glass wall was the room Deena had been looking for.

When on the left, the room only looks like a pantry when viewed from the sofa of the room or the main table, but after entering it, it is then seen that the room is a kitchen. Deena walked into it.

again he was amazed to see the set of cookware in the room, laboriously swallowing his saliva when he saw the contents of the cabinets that were hanging, he said, along with complete cookware electric stove that integrates with a table and a large oven attached to the wall. There are many spices, even other dry ingredients. Like a private house. Inner Deena.

He turned to the refrigerator. His eyes are perfect. The soul of the eater plus the hobby of cooking in him was turbulent, his hands were itching to turn all the raw materials into delicious food.

"Hey boy!" A man's voice resounded into the room, interrupting the admiring activities of Deena. The girl was shocked.

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