Step On Me
Hunting Kava's

I entered the marketing division room by acting like an important person. "Kava exists?"

All employees in the marketing office immediately stopped their activities. Their eyes were fixed on one point, which is where I stand now.

They're still flabbergasted. Some even look at each other or busy rubbing their eyes. Yeah, I know. They must have thought this was an apparition. Since when did I go straight down to the other division room? Usually I just tell Moniq to call and those who face my room.

After enough silence to make me dry, finally one employee answered my question. "So it was in the meeting room, Mom."

"Okay, thanks." Still with a ketus face, I immediately returned to the meeting room. After I left, there were rumors coming from their mouths. I can only mutter eyeballs. Just be careful if there are strange rumors.

The meeting room is empty. Shit! Udah belain up the stairs because ogah queue elevator, uh until here the person does not exist. Where I wear heels again. This is my foot!

"Pak Udin," I'm a nyamperin OB who's cleaning the meeting room.

The middle-aged man immediately stopped his activities mopping the floor. "Yes, Mom?"

"His meeting okay?" ask me.

"That's from a quarter of an hour ago, ma'am."

Shit! Shall I find where else is that lashy one?

"Pak Udin saw Kava not before?" I try to get a prize. Who knows, Mr. Udin has information about the existence of the initial person K.

"Sir Kava?" he's thinking. "Whose Pak Kava, ma'am?"

Not that popular talent is people. I think dong! From cleaning service to shareholders know me everything.

"Ck, that's the rancid one! New employee," I'm explaining.

"Oh, who often with Mr. Sandi is it?" Finally, the father got enlightenment.

"Well, really. That one, sir. You see?"

"So the meeting here was with Mr. Sandi. Ah, if I don't see it wrong, they split the time out, Mr. Kava said he wanted to go to the cafeteria bertar that, buk."

Once I got the information, I immediately went to the cafeteria on the first floor. Again, the elevator must be replaced. Why the hell with this many employees and the floor of the building as high as sidrotul muntaha only has a 4-seed elevator? That's the one specifically for Sandi. I'll write a lecture to Sarpras later.

Udah feet tempor up and down the stairs, once it reaches the canteen results zonk. Hold it, you can't mishandle, take care of your wife, Kinan.

"Sir Kava, Ma'am?" one of the Kava sedivisi friends who I happened to meet was still buying coffee in the cafeteria turned back, as if I could not believe me anymore nyariin that one camp boy.

"Yes Kava. The new kid!" I signed it again. Anyway, why try to be surprised? Is it weird that I am Kava? But the pantes anyway, where there is a nyariin jamet angel. Kava kudu is grateful to know Sandi, if I do not know why I also deal with him.

"Oh, that's in a hurry, ma'am. I've been waiting for the Boss. Said he wanted a location survey."

"Where's survey?" Very nice ribet nyariin Kava. Only jongos but the stunt is busy like a big boss.

"To Monas' new project, Mom."

"Oh there, okay, thank you?"

The man tilted his head, "Tumben's mother nyariin Kava?"

Hadeh, what should I answer?

"It's none of your business." I started before rushing out.

While I walk while I think, should I take Kava to the project or I wait in the office? If I catch him, he'll be kegeeran again. But if I keep waiting at the office, not necessarily he came back here.

Kava tuh yes, the habit if needed must be said, but if not required nongol mulu nongol to be difficult ngusirnya. Ask her to knead her face so that her id gets flatter.

Can't be emotional Kinan, ugly so you still need Kava's help. Relax, you have to think clearly.

I guess the distance from the office to the taxi project is twenty minutes. Can be accelerated if I ride Gojek with the consequences I have to hot-hot in the motorbike bonceng? Pollution everywhere, hair becomes tangled, face to face dust. Iiiih.

But it's okay, for the sake of attracting the Boss, can go first with other girls. If I don't move, there are many predators out there who are ready to pounce on Mr. Boss. Don't lose my start. Okay Kinan, consider pursuing promotion as Madam Sandi.

"Hello Mon," before the action, I called Moniq to make sure it was safe to control. Don't let Gea know I unplug it first, it could be a long affair later.

"Yes, Mom?" my secretary answered at the first ring.

"If anyone finds out, say I'm out of the same deal with outsourced parties." without waiting for an answer, I immediately turn off the connection.

Okay, empty room problem is sorted out. Now it's time to get on the gojek. Brm.brm...

***

Actually, the building that is being torn down is still fairly good, still worth using for the next five years. But deliberately it is the same government elements are set so that this building is rebuilt, because the budget end of the year so that it can be corrupted.

That's how it plays, kongkalikong same contractor. If his father Sandi was the most ogah cooperation with government people, but once held by his capitalist brained son all immediately changed.

In addition to tenders and dirty lobbies, noticeable changes also occur in the company system, especially the people in it. Sandi insisted on hiring employees with contract or outsourcing systems, things that were impossible for his father.

Maybe I was going to go all-out on his decision, but now? The more diligent Sandi enriches myself, the more unstoppable my intention to be a bininya.

"Well, Miss Okta?" I finally got to Kava. After wandering around while hiding his identity afraid papasan same Sandi. The hick who first nyemperin me behind a pile of brick. "Why is mom here? Location surveys too?"

In a hurry I stood up straight. After that cackling monitor the situation around.

"Who's looking, Mom?" Kava.

"Where's password?" I'm afraid of being caught skipping work.

"There's nothing, Mom. It just keeps pulling here again." Kava gave me a report.

I sigh in relief. In addition to fear of being damprat, I also can not let Mr. Boss see my condition that must be abis. Messy hair in the wind, powder faded due to heat, and shabby clothes exposed to street dust. Fortunately there is no mirror, can cry seven full moon I see the appearance of myself.

"My mistress, huh?" As usual, Kava and his confidence level exceeded the height of the Burj Kalifa.

"So you know!" I immediately got angry because he did not pick up the phone and refused to come when called to my room. "It's too busy to pick up the phone just can't?"

"Yes, mom. Busy work, busy happyin mom, busy loving you wes my busy staple."

"You're fucking me now, are you?"

"No, ma. I was the same Mr. Sandi when Mbak Moniq came. Mr. Sandi his face was not good when our chat on the sidelines so I said that to Mbak Moniq." Kava explains why.

"Promise me, I'll prioritize my mom over everything."

"I'm sick or you're dead on that phone!" I'm sulking.

He's a toothpick. "If kangen says it, ma'am. I will finish my work." No, he's getting dazed.

"Smuture misses you." I still have a stingy face. "Yesterday I told you to make kumpulin info about Sandi, especially the criteria of the dream girl. Where's?" I nodongin hand.

He was just looking at the door while his hands went into his pants pocket. "Prophe dong, Mom. Slowly. He said it was better slowly." He's up and down his eyebrows.

I want to gumoh. "I came here, yes, Kav. You don't mess around. Look at my shoes so they're like your face!" I saw my black heels turn gray and scuffed here and there hit the streets uneven.

I glared straight away. "Happy are you said to be the same handsome village girl?"

"Loof. People are praised."

I clenched my lips in annoyance. "Basar a flirty guy!"

"Judge drains the heart, ma'am?"

"What jealousy! You don't stray from business, where do you promise to help me deketin Sandi?"

"If I help you, what's in it for me?"

"Aren't you saying yes yesterday, what is it now?"

Kava's expression was still relaxed. His eyebrows shot up one and his lips smirked without sin. "Okay I help like I said yesterday, but not free loh, buk."

"Oh, you're asking for a fee?"

"Not really." Kava kept his eyes on me.

Ck, I'm a males this way. "Okay, how many millions?" I'm ready to open the M-Banking app.

Kava smile. "Cock million anyway, Mom. I don't like the million."

Oh, ngelunjak. "What do you want? A home? A car?"

"How do I want my mom?" again, he felt as if he had no sin.

"awake. It's morning! Don't dream of heights if jatoh hurts," my scolding.

"It's late in the afternoon, not morning."

Hhh! I have patience with this guy. "I don't want to, I can do it myself!"

"Hopefully, will you succeed, ma'am?" Kava shakes my hands, is this sompral boy.

"Yin!!!" I shouted while pinching his arm.

"Yeah, yeah, I got some info. Well mom, the nails hurt, the tajem." Kava is sniffing at my former persecution.

"When?" I've had this stirring.

"Dibilangin slowly dong, buk. Not very adventurous as a new delivery. Wait, I'll be for the good ones."

I rubbed sweat on my forehead. "You're telling me to wait? Until when?"

He's thinking shit. "Emm... until when do you have to wait for me? I'm looking for money to buy a dowry. If the gospel month obviously can not, my money runs out for adek-adek same pay installments. Next month, I think I'm ready. What about your own mother, ready for me?" He digresses.

I was breathing rough. "Kava... I'm not kidding anymore!" I squeezed my hands so much.

Kava just chuckled. "No, ma'am. I'm not kidding. I am serious about Mom. Just wait, Mom wants me to be serious."

"Nih fingernails want me to tancepin in idung lo!" I love my smooth, long-nailed, black-tailed hands.

Instead of diem, Mava laugh even wider. "Would you like to go home first or wait for me to finish?"

"Still long?'

"Current."

"I'll wait, but go straight home, okay?"

"Mother wait at the security guard post, later if you find me a phone call. Don't whassap, my quota's dying again." Habits of wifi. "It's still on the save right my number, ma'am?

"Here you go, the rest of your business keep singing back here, spit!!" My face is ready to eat.

"If the work awaited gini candidates, I immediately seger buger like battery abis dicas."

Where's the cement? I want to pour this man into the foundation of the building.

***

I turned out not to be repatriated, kidnapped with Kava told nemenin he met the scalper. I was confused trying touts, only after I followed their conversation. It turns out that this father who was entrusted by Mizan since taking the recruitment test of prospective TNI members.

Wih acquaintance Kava people rank dong, do not know the general or not who is clear this father including the higher ups in his unit.

"Thank you, Ndan. I'm waiting to hear." Kava stood up to shake the father's hand. I also salaman for good manners.

"You're also news if you want to get married." Say it while smiling at me.

"Where, yank. When do we get married?" Kava.

But I just want to argue, the guy went back to his car parked across the street.

"Yuk yank, we're home." Kava gave me a helmet while riding his bike.

I'm hissing. Gusti, love me a stock of patience that is many and infinite.

Along the way Kava ngoceh mulu about his concern for Mizan. He was afraid that his sister would not get away with it just because she lost money. Even though the father said the results of Mizan's pure test were all good, even he was among the superior candidates among other test participants.

"You will try your best, the problem will escape will not be entirely not your fault." I said, Kava riding his bike very slowly so I do not have to shout nanggepin said.

"But I'm not ready to squirm Mizan's disappointed face." Kava looks very calm. In front of his sister, he can position himself as a calm figure when faced with problems. Though the anxiety felt far beyond that. "What if you were me?"

"You relax, Mizan must be welcome, really." I addin. "You have a problem with less money, you can still discuss with me."

Pause for a while before Kava continues to speak. "Thank you mom has been my life's tranquilizer."

"Your poetic sock." I grunt.

"I'm relieved to be able to tell my burden to my mother." Kava spoke in a serious tone. Sometimes he can be a real person depending on the situation at hand.

"Yes." Yeah."

"If Mizan remains unaccepted?"

"You're the one I'm checking on."

***