The Value of Loyalty
Keep Stepping

Time keeps turning.

Although it feels slow.

In reality, the clockwork keeps turning for twenty-four hours a day.

A week consisting of seven days, shepherded the thirty-day-old moon.

Time goes on periodically, nothing changes.

It's just that being sick and bored can make the time feel longer.

It felt like the year was crawling.

Two years passed. Either that calculation is from the age of their marriage or divorce.

It feels almost the same age, just different months.

“Om, can request?” A man who was standing right in front of the company owner's desk.

“What?” Ask the middle-aged man.

“Man power.” The young man.

“Yu did not submit an employee request. So?” Frowning, waiting for an explanation.

“Special request, can?” Showing a grinning smile hoping the man in front of her will melt away.

“There's a special?”

 “There. Rindiandira Ningsih's. Can ya?” Smiles are getting bigger. Hope is getting bigger.

“Do not mess with subordinates. You forgot the rules here? No relationship in one space.”

“Iyaaa, tau om. I also don't fuck.” What is important now is that the goal is achieved first.

“You have no shortage of energy. There is no reason to submit an additional power request, unless there is a mutation.”

A mutation? Is it necessary to get a Rindiandira?

“Alright." At least this request was granted.

Although he had to rack his brain, what decision should he take after this. Did you sacrifice one of your men? Then who? All have their own advantages and disadvantages.

Walk lightly out of the room om Adit and back to the room devision finance B but his brain remains on the ground floor. Precisely in front of the room where the employee acceptance test is direct.

If the girl gets into her devises it will automatically become so many opportunities for her.

Open the door of the room where several tables and chairs are arranged on each side of the room. And the table on the right corner there becomes a nesting place for all business hours.

Chequek.

He just came in and got a surprise from one of his personnel. A girl was carrying a coffee cup at the entrance. Both were not ready to make them both shocked, until the girl spilled coffee grounds on her shirt.

“Aduuuuhh,” While staring at the powdery shirt and tie that is now covered in coffee grounds. The color of the mocca has changed to pitch black.

“Ma-sorry sir. I didn't know that Dad was outside. Actually, I swear. Don't know!” Said the girl, quickly turning to the nearest table to pick up tissue and rubbing gently on the chest of her superior.

“No need.  Let me be alone!” And took away the tissue that was in the hands of Citra.

“Pak really I accidentally. Sorry sir!” The image that keeps running behind him.

“Iya, already! Back to work!”

“Good sir, thank you!”

“What's up?” Tia when she saw him smile.

“Gak papa.”

“Kok, horror huh? Should the image be sprayed abis nudahin coffee to the boss?”

“I'm not a grumpy person who takes care of such little things. Just think this, if on the loose I do not wear clothes. Want to go home gig, could-can not come back here again until tomorrow.” Delivering his alibi, which turned out not to be the reason for his smile developing.

“Wash little truss can be dried pack hand dryer!”

Tia's advice should not be wasted.

Back walking outside to the office toilet doing the ritual according to Tia's advice, then continue his steps back to the President's room.

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“Pak, is there any error?” The image while holding a white envelope in his hand.

“Why?” Ask with a confused look. Either completely confused or just artificially confused.

“I got a mutation.” Imagery while bowing listlessly.

“Loh how can I?” He asked still with a confused look while reaching out his hand as if asking for a white envelope in the hands of Citra.

After reading the Citra mutation letter, “But still revised finance? Means just move next door. They are lacking energy. Yes papa if you miss Kamil can come here for a walk!” His words handed back the Citra mutation letter.

“So move start when?” Ask again. Maybe he didn't notice the mutation letter. Though there is clearly written the intended section and the date of the transition.

“Front monday.” The image that still looks lethargic as if it does not accept him being mutated.

“Yes, try to share their cooperation first! Don't be sad, we are also sad! Though only separated wall doang.”

“Father got angry because of yesterday?” The girl's face looks sad.

Asked if it was only because of his accident until he had to be mutated. Feeling that there was no other reason for him considering his performance and loyalty was quite good.

“Loh, how am I? No one was angry. His name was also accidentally.” The man only glanced once then looked back at the screen before him. He's a man who can't afford to lie for long. It could be that his laughter exploded if he saw someone's annoyed expression because of his behavior.

“Try asking Personnel, or all ask the same sir Adit tuh!”

Mr. Adit as the highest party in the company who wants to take care of a small business like this, even asked there.

He stood up to Citra, patting her on the shoulder slowly hoping to calm her down.

Mutations, one word that many employees avoid. Where they have to start again.

Adapt, or learn about a new task.

“If Citra moves, we lack energy dong?” Camil.

“Ya we come first want what kind of company!” He had to pass as quickly as possible, leaving the others who were grieving the loss of one of his comrades in arms.

Behind his back, he began to smile as wide as possible.

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With Riswan, a man from the personnel section, Rindi walked to the division where she was stationed.

A little uncomfortable maybe because since then he felt noticed by the man who walked with him at this time.

But he can't do much. Even to remove a piece of word must be thought of until it is fully mature.

Remembering he is a new employee here, and today is his first day of work. There wasn't too much he knew here, including this man beside him.

Only able to straighten the view with a thin seyum never separated from the face. Not meant to flirt or get attention, just want to look a little more polite and friendly even though a little clumsy.

Geck.

Geck.

Geck.

Riswan starts knocking on a door, maybe this will be Rindi's new headquarters.

“Please enter!” Answer from within.

“Good morning by noon!” Riswan while smiling with the entire occupant of the room. There were five tables there, but it currently only featured three.

“Which of you?” Riswan.

To Be Continued!