The Grand King and His Interpreter
Prologues

Not everything can be repaired. Not everything can be repeated.

The needle of the clock is ultimately just an object, turning it back is free.

Me, you, and him, we all lose in the face of time.

Cheryl-with her gray freedom.

20:00-When everyone turned off their monitors, I was alone in my room arguing with the other me.

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Thank you for the support and the opportunities that you have provided me during these pastthree years.

The pointer on my laptop screen stopped after I finished my masterpiece, a resignation letter. This is my second year working as a Japanese Interpreter at Mahawira Auto Part Co.Ltd, a manufacturing company making parts for motor vehicles. Graduated college, was unemployed for three months, and ended up at the training ground of the heart.

Why do I call it a training ground of the heart? Because here I learned, or rather was forced to learn unilaterally about the human heart. Before going any further on studying the human heart, I actually had a pretty normal job. I was the director's secretary the first time I was hired by this company. I can tell you that my life was quite comfortable when I was in this position.

The job of a secretary is not complicated. Prepare all documents for meetings, become a translator during meetings, and do work like most assistants. During that one year, I was very lucky. Directorku-Mr.Hirashima, he is Japanese and has held the position of director for more than ten years. His age can not be said to be young, 70 years old, but he still looks handsome and handsome. At least for me.

Mr.Hirashima taught me many things, although I was the one who should have helped him more. He is chatty in some ways, and tends to turn into ‘other’ when in the meeting room, but the rest he is the best teacher I have ever met. Then, is the reason I resigned is because I am no longer in the position of secretary? The answer is, ‘Ya’.

This place of training the heart is getting heavier every day. My superior asked to move me to another part, I would not let go of my most comfortable position as secretary. This company I work for does have some foreign workers who are also from Japan, such as Mr.Hirashima, but they have their own translators.

Since December last year and until this second, I occupy my new position as Quality Assurance, being in the Quality department. A position that made me want to stop. I didn't really give up my position as a translator, only the portion coupled with other responsibilities I had to hold as a quality assurance.

Customer claims or complaints, all forms of reports about the system in the company, and other things I never learned even while in college. Pressure from almost all sections of the company. Weight. I managed to survive this far. One year, not a short time until I get to this point.

Best Regards,

Cheryl Aruna

I type again on my laptop board. Lastly, Ctrl + P.

The sound of the printer printing my resignation broke the silence of my room. I glanced at my watch, 20:30. I was the last person to live in the office. I'm ready for any situation that's going to happen to me after this.

A letter with my name in there is finished printing. I took the pen out of my pocket. Take a deep breath, and start putting my signature on the paper I just finished printing.

Finish giving the signature there, then fold it. I grabbed my laptop with my left hand, and placed my resignation letter down with the body of my laptop.

“Beautiful there.I count on you.”.

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