SECOND TIME - LOVE IN CASTE
13. NOT AS A PARTNER BUT ...
Cooperation with PT. Sagara Makmur makes us more frequent meetings and the company is always represented by Mr. Jonathan as Director. The meetings are sometimes held outside our offices or in our offices.
Outside of meetings, Mr. Jonathan still often sends a chat or occasionally calls
evidently. And the motive is clear, want to know personally. Hadeh, this is human
already in cuekin still insistent anyway. He understood my rejection during
these.
"Saturday you have an event, right?"
he asked suddenly as we walked down the corridor to the meeting room. Moments
it's just the three of us. Me, Mr. Jonathan and his assistant.
"Sorry?" I didn't hear wrong, did I? I
making sure of his invitation while looking at his assistant. He intentionally ajakin me in
in front of his assistant not to be rejected?
"I'd like to take you to dinner this weekend,
want ya?" invite him without regard to anyone else or not among us.
"Hmm later I'll tell you whether you can or not, sir," I replied refusing, hopefully
he's understood.
"No pa-pa if immediately rejected, already understand
me." i." And a mocking grunt sounded from the assistant. Oh, that's it, he
understand if this has been rejected, but kok ngeyel anyway, use the event invite in front
someone else. Isn't it a shame to refuse a kayak now?
"Sorry, sir." Not feeling good either.
And he just retorted by raising his shoulders.
No more talking until we got to the room
the meeting. Actually I feel a little uncomfortable if it's like this, where there is
who heard again. Hadeh, if he doesn't know shame, I still have.
And I don't have the truth either, but my memory
it is still very clear to my past that no love survives within
a different caste. I tried so hard I didn't fall into the hole
that same. I don't want to be eaten
promises are very convincing but the ends have to end like
like me and the man of the past.
And I'm not in a hurry for smelly things either
romance is like that. My goal is still very clear. Work, work and work, and,
because only then can I buy a house, send my parents, buy
land in the village and buy nice clothes and good food for me and
my family. That deep is my grudge.
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"Nara, in the near future, I will
rest and this office will be led by my son later," said Pak
Anwar while signing the results of the meeting that I have summarized.
"Not Space, but my only child
again, Sky's name, he'll be here soon"
"I want you and Andy to help her later, yeah, Nar, she doesn't know much about work, she just spends money,"
continued again.
I just responded as usual, accepting what
who is entrusted by this good man, hopefully his son who replaces him later
it could be like his papa. Good, friendly and thoughtful.
Not long after, I saw Mr. Andy walking out of the elevator followed by a young man who I thought was a man named Sky who had just been talked about by the boss.
Also grieving for fashion designers who have struggled to think about models - models clothes until his hair falls out but look at this man. So urinate. Or
do I not know about fashion? I saw myself once again, the appearance
formal as usual.
"Mister's busy, Nar?" Ask Mas Andy -
"No, please" I replied
allow them to go to the boss room like a guest recipient. I don't need to knock on the door,
usually, Andy did it. "Just me, continue
your job," he said first and
I remember until now.
Long enough they're inside, I don't or what they're talking about. I busied myself with some important work regarding cooperation with several companies as well as some reports from the divisions in our office still perched pretty in front of me while looking at me. I made sure with some of these documents, I would forget whatever was going on around me for the next few days.
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I'm cleaning up after work and it's nine o'clock in the evening. Yeah, I always come home late these days because of me
I need to get my work done faster. I never brought work home. So, I always stayed longer at the office than when hugging my neck with my necklace was interrupted.
I can hear my cell phone singing. I finished my bathing ritual immediately because I thought it must be my family. I ran and grabbed the cell phone that was on my bed.
Huh, this one human again turned out. I sighed annoyed at the name on my phone.
"Yes, hello, sir." I answer too
his call though a little upset because of his tenacity.
I think if he's sensitive, he can tell I'm upset again when I hear my very flat and formal greeting.
"Hallo, don't be so formal, Yn!"
Oath her delicate voice pisan euyy.
His call to me had changed as if we were close friends. As I recall, only that person used to call me that. (Yn read Yin) While Melda and other friends sometimes call Yna (Ina).
This guy just seems to remind me of the past.
"Heheheh, you're used to it, sir." I
chuckling clumsily, scratching my head that doesn't itch, honestly I don't know what to do
what else to say. There's no way I'm gonna answer, 'yes, how, Jo?' we didn't
that's as close as boss.
"Weekend this so yeah, I picked up at seven
night, yeah!" Me, me, me, pretentious
lo familiar.
"I have an appointment with my friends
me," I refused again, but this time it was true. Squat girls whose inhabitants are girls
kimprit threatened me if I refused again, this time they would not hesitate
he said to drag me, and I had to do it instead of kayaking
buffaloes. He said we'd spend time watching the marathon from morning until
morn. Crazy, why threatened to be dragged if the ends just stay
at home's. I also bego straight away, because I was afraid to be dragged into the bar. Really
groups of people less sane.
"First your friend again, yes," Looks like
he's disappointed, yes but, there's no way I'm canceling it to my friends again.
"Next time sir, I cannot cancel
you know, with friends, this is routine," I replied
hope, but my goal is that he does not stick very hard. What a routine, what,
coercion yes.
"Keep your promise, next weekend I don't accept rejection anymore, friends or whatever it is not an excuse."
Alamakjang,, tepok jidat I got. Really insistent, kirain will let it go
there will be no next.
A little conversation with some topics until we finally decided on a call.
I only hope in myself and determined that what I have done before I can still take care of. The thick walls I built to confine myself were not to be knocked down.
From the beginning of this talk, I already know the purpose and purpose and the human one was also ever frankly
that he wanted to get to know me more personally.
And of the few human beings who ever said that was only him
one who endures after I subtly or blatantly reject. How is this a driver? Should I be given a chance? I'm dilemma.