SECOND TIME - LOVE IN CASTE
12. CAN ACQUAINTANCES?
Collaboration with PT. Sagara Makmur went well. The submitted proposal is approved by the directors of our company after explanation and details of the estimated profits obtained. A cooperation contract has been made and today a contract signing event in our office.
Just as before, attending this signing was Mr. Jonathan and his secretary named Arthur. Throughout the show I saw, Arthur was not just a secretary. They look familiar and Mr. Arthur is not reluctant to remind his boss if something is missing.
Nothing unusual or unexpected throughout this event is the same as the signing of contracts with other parties that we often do. But suddenly beyond belief Mr. Jonathan held out his business card to me. And as secretary I just accept it as usual.
"Can you barter with your contacts?" ask her with a faint smile on her lips.
"....."
"Heheheh" He chuckled. I look like a bego.
"My clothes turned out to be bad. May I save your phone number, miss? continued.
It's crisp once, just to ask for a cell phone number should be so.
As usual, I handed you my card.
I didn't mean to show off, but some of our co-workers often asked for my contact number. It's okay I just give it. If later they call or chat still I serve as long as it is polite and ask about the cooperation that takes place. If it's been leading to romance stuff I'm an expert at it
move this to another topic.
And believe the viewers, to this day those who chat want to know more personally are not strong guts when I first refuse. Can you guess, right? They are just a player.
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Homesickness:
[Saturday tomorrow you go to the cafe, sing]
[my band vocalist's on leave, urgent, you replacein ye]
Who's Lo?
Hadeh, ask for BGT friendly help well, very humble.
Me:
[Sorry, I can't, I have a date]
Homesickness:
[D.A.T.E my ***]
[Tomorrow at 7 a.m. POINT]
Do I look stupid? Can I be ordered at will?
What babu's soul from the village carried over here?
Homesickness:
[Logical reasons love gobl*k]
[date is not in your dictionary ]
[Forgotten or amnesia lo?]
Does he know that far?
Obviously, now that he's even my hero, he's even more at my house than he's at home
by oneself. The reason is, living with a quiet person like me is fun, quiet and doesn't ask that much.
If suddenly there is a problem with the band in the cafe he does not need to be dizzy, if from visitors there is no intention to perform, he has a solution. Ynara. So now I am more rich viewers, in addition to my salary and bonuses from the office I get a salary from the Miss cafe. I can't transfer but at least the contents of my fridge are always fully loaded even though the hottie girl who is more ferocious drains it back.
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Saturday Night at the Miss Cafe
Many and this has become a common sight, before leaving the girls
kimprit - Melda cs-come home to pick me up and said she would be touring to Bogor. Honestly wanted to follow, but I immediately refused to know their men were also following. Lah no. I'm still not interested in macho men who own torn bread like them.
"Sorry, I promise you, Miss. Next time, yes!" my words refused their invitation. So, inevitably, I had to go to the cafe to prove the truth of my refusal.
Tonight I'm doing some songs and the visitors are enjoying it. Fyi, I am indeed a reliable bathroom singer, and it is evident from my services that are always used in emergency situations in this cafe. Even once in a while despite the safe situation under control I often sing here. In addition to showing off, I also want to vent what is in my mind through the song I brought. And to be honest pemirsah, It's working .
"Lo don't turn, do you?" This is the one thousandth question from Miss. In addition to the cafe he also often asked this to me.
And I don't have to answer, I just roll my eyeballs lazily.
"Look at this!" Miss thrusting her hp at me and I saw the Melda immit hugging the same guy at Puncak and his followers too. The girls spent this weekend with their respective partners
affectionately. Real lucky.
I sniffed my shoulders, cuek do au di cess - my friend's language from Sumatra-.
"Aren't you jealous of that? Don't want to lo?" The police asked a lot. Lazy.
"Udah ever," I replied.
"Dating doesn't make you rich, it's mental stress, yes" I continued.
No one among my friends knows what my story is, my old sosmed I've devoted to eliminating traces.
"Lo ever dated?" tanya wanted to know and I was looking at her face that ahh already. Want tabok.
"Yes, so don't be curious anymore" I replied.
"Do I want to know you?"
"May, but there must be a lot of money" I replied.
"okay!" Turns out he was a serious driver.
Anyone want to ?
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I went home with Miss, as usual, my house was like her own. Go in first and immediately go to the room that has been considered to be his own room.
+62 819 44xx xxx
[Hi.].
+62 819 44xx xxx
[Hi.].
+62 819 44xx xxx
[Hi, what are you doing]
+62 819 44xx xxx
[I'm Jonathan, Remember?]
+62 819 44xx xxx
[Sorry, am I disturbing?]
2 miss called
(+62 819 44xx xxx )
What the hell is this, Jonathan? Wh who?
The lights were on in my head when I remembered who Jonathan was, oh it turned out.
It's bosskiu's weekend, off work.
Me:
[Night Sir, how can I help you?]
Formally formal. I'm not stupid, viewers, from the way Mr. Jonathan chatted, I know his purpose and purpose, but you still remind me, how am I? But for the sake of courtesy and hospitality I returned his greeting.
No more answers, yes obviously, it's midnight.
Trings...
Wrong viewers, apparently still reply.
Mr Jonathan PT. Sagar:
[ Hi... All is well, what are you doing?]
Well, midnight gini asked what you're doing, sane you?
Me:
[ Ready to sleep]
Well, that's my answer how is it well, can still delete not really? I read anjirrr.
Mr Jonathan PT. Sagar:
[Sorry, I'm disturbed, sleep tight then]
I don't need to reply, because if answered there must be a continuation.
Tringg
Mr Jonathan PT. Sagar:
[May I call you next time?]
Waduh, answer what? I hope he understands the meaning of my silence.
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Mr Jonathan PT. Sagara...
My peaceful sleep was interrupted by the noise of my hp from earlier singing incessantly. Who called this early in the morning, the weekend again. Lazily and with my eyes closed I fumbled over the whereabouts of my phone and immediately shifted the button to receive the call without seeing who was calling.
"Hallo, '' my broom with a distinctive hoarse voice woke up, my eyes still closed and my phone just put on my ear.
Fierce ruckus was heard from the end there, who the hell is his voice crisp warm.
"Hi .. morning," he said then familiar, I wonder who this is and ...
"Morning sir, how can I help you?" my answer was formal after peeking at the caller's name. For the sake of Neptune in the clouds, this is an important client. I can't be rude or arrogant. I immediately sat cross-legged on my bed, opening my eyes wide. I swear my drowsiness directly otw somewhere.
He chuckled at the driver, What's wrong trying?
"Don't be formal, it's outside office hours, right?" Situ tau outside office hours, napa called and it's still morning blind, bambang...
I replied with a crisp nudity.
"I'm bothering you, huh?" I know even what. I misuh-misuh noiselessly repeated his question with an annoyed face.
"I'm sorry, I'm jogging again, the intention was to ajakin but I think you can not .." he said.
How do you know my answer, it's psychic?
I chuckle again, fyi, I never used to do sports except during school days. Why jogging - jogging if at home I can burn more calories than jogging. You know what gaiss means.
How to deny it, huh?
"Mmmm ...Emm..Emm, well how well sir, I. I..."
"No pa-pa if you can't, next time I hope you can join me, okay!" OKEY!
"Okay, sir," I replied quickly so that this early-morning call session would end soon.
"So, I close yes, have a nice day," he concluded.
I threw my original phone into the bed and threw my body again.
Hahh, because of that one bachelor, I had to end my arms with my fragrant rolls. Substantial...