Swipe You, Swipe Me
The Six of Wands and The Emperor

The atmosphere of the office is not exactly quiet, sometimes each cubicle installs music with a volume for the hearing power of one person. The sounds of paper backups, document printing tools, employee chats and data-generating tools also soared to the ceiling of the building floor. But the sound of the heels of the shoes seemed to be the most vocal sound in the room.

"Tara, inget said Ms. Salma earlier, please adjust the document again with the changes that we have talked about at the meeting this afternoon," Susi dropped the document to Tara's desk.

"Kalo until the paper is splattered and the yard is a mess of caves really do not want to know, Sus," said Tara look at Susi's style when putting documents that must be revised Tara.

"Yes, it's impossible to darling," Susi opened the map cover and showed the document paper that had been neatly wedged with peperclip. "Importantly, the analysis figures entered according to the cave catet earlier yes. Don't disappoint me," Susi flicked her hair as she left Tara's desk. The sound of heels clashing with the floor was again vocal in the Tara floor work room.

His watch showed it was time to go home. On his lips the documents he received from Susi into his desk drawer and locked it tightly. Tomorrow he can finish.

The monitor screen reflected Tara tidying up the items on her desk. This afternoon Tara was able to return home on time because after the department coordination meeting this afternoon there was no work to be done. Exasperated, Susi gave the document at the last moment.

Finally, he suspends her and spends time talking to Vanka through the office messenger window. Vanka cubicle is quite far from his desk, who else if not to rub Susi, who today deliberately wear a red suit because Susi had to present at the meeting last afternoon.

Gua does not understand why he also uses a red pump as well, the cave feels kudu ngerem suddenly throughout the meeting so just look at him earlier.

Tara chuckled, then replied.

You think he's a traffic light. The cave said you were the one who presented it. You are not even aware of any materials, ******.

Tara glanced at her phone and saw the incoming notification from Genta, Picnic aja seka.

Picnic will also be invited. Saturday tomorrow?

Tara scrunched her forehead, thinking. It seems, going to the tea kebon to relieve fatigue from the hustle and bustle of the city that is never cool as well. A moment to escape from the crumbling of the heart that he might be able to leave a moment at home. Soon, he must inform Kiara of his absence tomorrow in the Holy Grail class. He did not want to hear the babble that made his ears pengang because of his best friend.

Maybe, I'll make some sushi for a snack.

Tara turned her eyes back to the monitor and read Vanka's message, then he chuckles when Vanka says Susi almost read half the conversation between the two of them because Vanka does not realize Susi is approaching Atika who is next to her desk.

mamam, type Tara.

Rooftop back office, mao?

Kudu to Ranch to make sushi, yak up first. Next time's.

monitor screen displays Vanka instantaneous typing... lightning reply up,*masakin who Lo? Bau-bau ngedate.

What the hell, cave again want sushi, problem*? reply lied.

Present to her this sweet girl*.

yowes, Susi deh cave mumpung he again wear a red suit hahahha who knows dapet cocktail free right 😁

Tara shook her head reading Vanka's reply. Your penitent Susi..

LOL. You wish!

He made sure the table was clean without his belongings left behind and he stepped towards the elevator. A person from the finance department who several times passed him hit the same floor number as Tara.

His head focused on choosing sushi with topping what he wanted to make, making sushi carage even more difficult. The choice falls on the sushi crabstick and hope Genta is not allergic to seafood.

Ting!

The elevator doors opened, all inside scattering out toward the entrance gate. Tara scanned her employee card for the message entrance gate and turned to security not far from the gate machine, "First yes, sir. Thank you, Mr. Sapto."

The man in his late 40s smiled amiably, wrinkles adorning the tips of his eyes and the lines of his smile. "Be careful to go home, Tara said," said the security officer who wore a black-and-black suit similar to a bodyguard. Her right hand pressed wirelessly on the ear as it lowered its head towards Tara.

Tara used to say thank you to every security employee who stood guard when she came home. Because of them, he could work with a calm heart. They are the vanguard who must first welcome the situation that occurred in his office. Saying thank you is not a hard thing considering their work is much more than just looking after.

Tara curled her brown hair into a tall midget. That is one of his habits, a sign that he is ready to just relax and time to shut down all the fatigue in his head with a light heart. Automatic doors open, it will leave Mitra Group Indo for the next few days. Warm air greeted him that afternoon. The sun can be bright and circulate warm afternoon to the skin of Tara, but the breeze makes the atmosphere balanced into a moment that Tara likes.

Who is not captivated by the twilight sky? Either enjoy it on the edge of the beach with the sound of the waves racing to roll and break each other when it reaches the beach or hit the rock solid. Or the twilight sky that tries to peek from the sidelines of the height of the skyscraper that ensures itself higher than others. Any twilight sky is always that attractive to look at with the naked eye. Moreover, the twilight sky at the end of Sunday welcomes the day without busyness.

"Happy weekend, Tara."

Tara turned her head towards the source of the voice that greeted her. Someone thrust NiKopSu with a sweet smile. Only 3 steps away from Tara were staring at him. The brown sweater and blue denim pants made him look relaxed that afternoon. A pair of loafer covered both of his legs. Her hair was still as it used to be, cut neatly without the pomade. The scarf is still visible on his chin.

His heavy voice and expression while saying that without the need for Tara to find out actually he knew enough. Only, who could refuse to look at the source of his longing all this time. Even if only five seconds are allowed, Tara will cheer to know that it is not a delusion or a flower to sleep at night.

After all this is dusk, after all he stands tall in front of the sturdy building Mitra Group. After all, that voice was not just a hallucination. She home?

Joints.

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