The Childish And The Beast
#4 Because...

“There is a request from Ujana. They want a discussion with us tomorrow,” Daffa meet a visit back to his boss' room, “So how?”

Breathing heavily from Adira. And one more difficult job to complete. Meeting with the company's biggest business partner can indeed be a double-edged sword whose sharpness must be played.

“We have to accept, right?” Adira got rid of another paper and tried to put someone ahead of her, “Find the team whose deadline is not urgent. Take one or two people ready.”

“Good. I will prepare his meeting room as usual,” Daffa notes what he needs to remember.

“Don't forget to prepare the favorite bread of Mr. Hadyan,” Adira touched the hinge end of his glasses. Remove from its base and rub it with a soft cloth, “Must order today as well so that tomorrow can be directly taken.”

“Then, I immediately asked OB to order,” Daffa resigned himself to continue his work.

The action of his confident pair of legs passed through a patch of per-tile tiles. The brown shoes played empty treads that could be passed. The man with his mouth and office to order other employees.

Instructions for setting up tomorrow's meeting, take this man to the kitchen.

This secretary did know that there was no one else but this one guy, but....

“Is there no free OB?” Daffa did not want to waste his precious time.

Nanda raised her open arms beside her face, “I, sir.”

Daffa did not dwell, asking why the troublemaker appeared when he really needed human resources.

But he knew there was nothing he could do in an emergency this afternoon. Whether she wanted to or not, she had no choice but to ask him.

Daffa issued the funds that he got earlier, “Prepare consumption in the Blue meeting room on the fourth floor. This is for Mr. Hadyan, just prepare it for ten people. Tomorrow morning should be ready. You are in charge.”

Nanda sculpting. As if one out of a hundred light bulbs went out, he could not catch what his interlocutor said, “What? How about?”

Daffa knows no more than to hold his head, “Consumption, in the meeting room Blue, ten people, for Mr. Hadyan, tomorrow morning.”

“Oke...,” Nanda still thinks, “I have to be ready what?”

“You're Omar's guidance, right? Ask him,” Daffa rotate his steps, “No mistakes!”

Nanda did not answer. He knows this is not a good sign. A belief in this may be the way he is known as a worthy person, but he is not sure he can fulfill it.

NAY! The man who still looked fresh refused to give up. He must be sure he can do well!

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“Bro,” Nanda left the door open. Approaching his co-worker who is still busy arranging several bottles of minerals, “Nih bread.”

“Put it one-on-one next to his drink,” Omar gives direction to his junior work it.

Nanda's view is distorted at various angles. A soothing room with navy blue on one wall and white on the other. Meeting chair furniture lined with a table dominated by cream kalem color.

The morning bright that the workers had just entered. The work is easy to start.

Nanda looked at the boxes from the bakery he had just picked up. Ten boxes filled with various kinds of bread, already looked expensive just by looking at the black box.

And the people who would take it for granted like a buffet in the conditions, the envious thoughts of Nanda overflowed.

“How? Anything less?” without warning, Daffa appeared.

Omar stopped his hand movements, “Current only sir, just need to be compiled.”

“Alright,” Daffa seems to be setting up his phone to contact someone via message, “Then proceed. Get out when it's done. Said they'd be coming in an hour.”

Daffa's move came back again.

The office was again crowded even though it was still thirty minutes after the time to enter work. No one wants to take themselves out of a job and erase the many seconds of time they desperately need.

“Daffa,” that familiar voice he did not expect to be heard outside his room.

“Good morning, ma'am,” Daffa smile kindly.

“Morning,” Adira approaching this man, “How is the preparation?”

“Meeting room is just a stacking. Giana from team one and Angga team four are getting ready. His documents are also ready to be discussed,” Daffa approached with various documents he brought, “Last news, Mr. Hadyan and his two workers came in about an hour.”

“Good,” Adira received one of the stacks of papers that Daffa brought, “Then we also have to get ready.”

By cleaning his glasses, Adira began preparing for his meeting with the business partner whom he respected a lot. Some time he and his workers finish what must be prepared.

His calmness was abundant seeing preparations that would not be a problem. Adira confronts the main character of the business partner and begins his discussion in the prepared room. Smooth and in line with expectations. The discussion ended with a beautiful impression.

“Hahaha hoho!!” this six-headed man still had spirit in his heart, “Always let out a great breakthrough. This young girl had her soul free once! Hahaha!!”

Adira could not find a great reaction, “Sure it is nothing if you do not give support.”

“Stop. What is the use of funds if not use...this?” her index finger pointed at the forehead on her right side.

“Then I received his praise,” Adira smiled.

After the discussion, this friendly father started a light conversation. Of course with a meal of bread that fills a small evocative box. The father who really likes all kinds of bread can not refuse free time.

“It's a shame that I only have daughters. If my son were a boy, I would have betrothed you to him. Hahaha!” the father again expressed his pleasure towards Adira.

“Thank you, sir. It was an honor,” Adira smiled without any complacency on her tongue.

Sometimes he doesn't talk about it. But Adira also knew he did not mean anything. He just became her. Pleased, sad in his way. Feeling worried in his way.

Adira always felt lucky to melt the heart of this one father.

Now Adira has to open up opportunities for other discussions. This important project will be profitable with his participation.

“Huk, uhuk!”

“Pak, you don't papa?” the assistant of the father looked worried.

There was something strange at the base of Adira's tongue. But he had to put the premonition aside first and start to ease the burden of Mr. Hadyan's cough.

“Take warm water. And honey too,” Adira directs one of his employees.

“Good!”

“I don't pa... pa...,” this father doesn't look good. His movements were like his breathing was being blocked. One more hand scratched his suddenly swollen face.

“Pak!”

“Bu Adira!” Daffa approached with a bread that had been split in two, “The bottle has nuts!”

Adira and everyone who listened would be cold sweat. They knew. It is common to prepare all kinds of food and drinks with allergy-free ingredients in the body of Mr. Hadyan.

Of course it's no small matter. Chaos, he must call the hospital to intervene.