The Childish And The Beast
#29 New Tasks
The finger did not stop. Although this was the second time Nanda had entered his room. Like home itself, which comes uninvited and comes home not picked up. Adira's favorite coffee cup must be brought back because it is empty.
“Please make a new one,” Adira aware of that hand.
Nanda frowned, “Gak want.”
The hand stopped. Adira's eyes stared at the cynical man who refused to do his job.
Nanda smiled mischievously with one shoulder raised. Her strung hair followed her tilting head. He was really with his PD joking with the highest boss he worked for.
Nanda puts on a sad face, “Can't drink most coffee. If Dira is sick how~?”
Adira keeps her hands away from her keyboard. He did not expect he had ever wits that this man would not be a nuisance. This guy's day is in plain sight.
“What is your job here?”
Nanda can still smile, “Hyapu, mopping, print, and others and others.”
“You help the fellow architects in homework. Including consumption infrastructure when needed.”
“But it is not healthy to drink coffee continue~”
“What is your job included?”
This guy really didn't give up. He boldly approached the inside of Adira's table. His eyes were made sad but smiling ignorantly. His right hand restrained on Adira's desk. And his head was tilted looking at his boss closer.
Adira made tired, opting back to her computer, “Do not make me take steps to expel you, permanently.”
“Hahahaha,” Nanda stay away, “Sorry~ I get it. But this is the last coffee made today ya~”
Nanda took the tray back. The chocolate room was as quiet as Adira would have left alone. Doing anything that is not the realm of Nanda.
But this man was not happy to walk away. Go back to finding reasons to talk about.
“How's it?” he found his boss busy again.
Again this woman took a break. His head took a peek from behind his computer screen. Looks sweet in the eyes of Nanda who is waiting for the answer of the woman in pastel orange.
One black long right hand was holding his face, “Nata send greetings to you.”
“Hmm..., continues?”
Adira is clearly mute, “Are you always going to look for topics of conversation?”
“Cch!” Nanda blinked one eye as she pointed at her boss, “You got that right~!”
“Alright, how about you tell me a little about social media that my sister often sees?”
“Wah, interested in this?”
“I just want to make sure it's content that doesn't damage my sister.”
This cheap Nanda laugh he never held back, “Dira has never seen?”
“No.”
“Try dong~ Many comments my voice is good loh~”
Adira has caught a big possibility. Social media is indeed to describe the favorite of people with account owners. Blunt talk from Nanda, always allows Adira to read his thoughts and habits.
But Dira's answer never describes interest, “I've heard you sing too often.”
“Because my singing is always free for Dira.”
“What is the income on social media not enough until you work here?”
Nanda's index finger hooked onto the cup, making it spin on the shaft of a small plate underneath.
He only replied, “No earnings.”
Adira raised one eyebrow, “You are not interested.”
“Well, I want to. People don't see much. Maybe because of quality?”
“What quality means?”
“Other words, my voice is not really a good gripping there. And the video broke.”
“You record with what?”
Nanda released an old phone from 2014. Really the beginning of the success of 4G-serviced smartphones in Indonesia. Too long. This woman had thought that Nanda's joke was too intent, to bring a toy phone.
Adira remembers something, “You plan to use the bonus money I gave with what?”
“Bonus money,” this guy comes to remember, “Oh, can be used?”
Adira's clear expression describes her saying how stupid her interlocutor is.
Nanda smiled innocent, “And I don't want to go far from Dira~”
The sound of knocking is heard. Makes Nanda's smile look sour.
“Come in,” Adira untied her loose hair before Daffa finally appeared from behind the door, “Ananda, you can use whatever I have given you. That's your right.”
“Hmm...”.
“There again? I have to discuss with Daffa.”
Nanda smiled, “Can I join the group?”
“Cih,” Nanda put up an annoyed face that could indirectly be considered mocking, “It wants out.”
This man stepped away making Daffa even more dislikeful of him. Daffa's visual senses flushed red like those emotions were heating his blood.
“Let the observant,” Adira open the topic, “There are reports of what?”
“This, ma'am,” the pile of paper was handed directly to the Pancarona principal table, “And ma'am, I heard there was a commotion again because of Mr. Danwar. Are you sure you don't want to take care of it?”
A bunch of papers were picked up by this woman. Read it while sorting out what Daffa enlightens.
Of course it needs to be taken care of, Adira thought. What path to choose to stay on a safe pedestrian path, that is what needs to be pondered. Pancarona is still a constant and slow pedestrian. Be more careful not to get hit.
“How about directly ask the experts?” Daffa opened his brain.
“Law, you mean?”
“I can help if you agree.”
Adira was silent and deplorable. He hopes the bag is not carelessly thrown away. This man called Danwar is still very vital to Pancarona. Time, can he hold it out for a while?
“Hold first. So far it's safe.”
“Bu Adira, if let⏤”
“This is my decision.”
Alot Daffa to answer. His boss' ability was firm, forbidding him from interfering.
Her hands were put together by Adira herself, holding her chin, “But, I still need your cousin's help. There's something I need to discuss. Can?”
“Sure, ma'am, I will say,” Daffa replied without hesitation, “Dan, ma'am, I happen to also want to ask permission. The day after Abizar visit here.”
“Please. Make sure not to offend the work of others.”
“Good, mom. Thank you.”
“Oh yes,” Adira is back to remember another thing, “Bu Windi, his arrival how?”
“No confirmation yet. Most likely two days or more.”
“Please send us a confirmation request. It can be difficult when it finally becomes sudden.”
“Good, bu.”
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Nanda is not regular about his working hours. Maybe because his architect friends always come and go home as they please. That freedom is easily absorbed by Nanda who is not even from the designer part of the house.
He only hoped that twenty minutes late would not interfere with his income.
Curious and confused made his head seem to be looking for a crack. Many at the end of the room were unusual. Who among the many people smiling?
“Back to work!” the voice of Daffa shrieked.
An increasingly curious Nanda chose to approach rather than follow her friends away. Until Daffa realized Nanda's appearance.
“You're late!” that gaze pierced Nanda who was still smiling innocently.
This man took off his backpack to one side of his shoulder while maintaining his innocence, “Oh yes?”
“You really never kapok!”
Nanda raised both hands, “Macet pak~ Seriously!”
His bag that did not want to stay in one position made Nanda look under his feet. Be aware he will be a short figure near the feet of Daffa.
This boy looked at Nanda with his brown eyes.
Quickly lightning Nanda back to Daffa, “Father has a child?!”
“Not!!”
Nanda's face leaned back, “I'm nanya sir. Just be normal.”
“From nanya,” Daffa pushed this little boy towards Nanda, “Mending you to babysitter.”
“Huh?”
Daffa looked down at the boy, “Abi is as good as it used to be? Don't be naughty.”
“Iya,” voice this child properly.
“Wait wait wait wait wait wait! How do I do, sir?”
Daffa held out some unexpected sheets, “I the same talk bu Adira.”
Nanda received without hesitation some of that money sheet, “Understood.”
“Don't let him wander on the third floor. There are guests bu Windi today,” Daffa walk fast as if hunted something, “Om stay.”
Nanda did not know and did not know what Daffa was talking about. But she knew she had to be a nanny today.
This guy smiles, “You play what?”
This man thinks.