The Value of Loyalty
There's Something Else

“Pak Linggar likes sweet warm tea,” Ayu told Rindi who was assigned to make tea for the boss.

This is the first tea that Rindi made for the boss while working here.

He once made tea for Linggar but that was before, when they were still living in Kak Rima's house as a married couple.

It was also on the orders of Rima, who wanted Rindi to continue serving her husband even though their relationship was not good.

“Yes, thank you!” Do not make others suspicious because he knows the taste of the boss who turns out to be her ex-husband.

Among the four employees who had left the room simultaneously, Rindilah who first returned.

“Tehnya sir!” While putting a cup of tea on the Linggar table.

“Sit!” Command Linggar and stop typing it in the laptop keyboar. Sit with your hands crossed on the table.

“How are you?” The waist was soft, maybe this time he wanted to get out of the scope of the goods work for a moment.

“Good sir.” Rindi with her head still down. Prefer not to look at the man who insulted him yesterday. It still hurts.

“Mother's father, how?” Linggar still respects his former in-laws. In-laws who are good at treating him even though he has made a big mistake on the child.

“Alhamdulillah good sir, thank you! Father how are you?” Despite having said a few words, Rindi had not been able to return Linggar's gaze.

It's too awkward for him, both in this room like he's in a tight space that leaves little oxygen.

“Good, you see!” Stretching his two hands to the side, his back was leveled on the back of the chair as if saying, “See me now, I stand taller than you.”

Showing his only position

a unit head who has four subordinates including Rindi.

Rindi was only able to smile and kept her head down. Even in a bowed state he knew that this man was his superior, who could give him any order.

From the corner of his eyes was able to catch the smile from the man sitting before him.

“Please return to your place!” Linggar advances the body, hands back on the keyboard ready to go back to work.

Maybe too long in that position can raise questions for other employees.

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“Citra,” Shouted Kamil as they were walking towards the cafeteria.

The image that was further away from them turned around did not forget to wave a hand. They look more cheerful and energetic compared to other friends.

“Citra, know this Rindi! Our new member, you don't get mad!”

“That's Mr. Linggar, it will depak me.” He said while looking at Rindi. While Rindi just smiled stiffly knowing herself as the reason this girl was moved.

“Not Linggar sir, have you tried asking personnel?” Ma'am Tia.

“Iya already, he said Riswan asked Sir Mirza. Boro-boro cook yes, I faced Mirza sir, just wanted to ask why I was mutated, looking to die!” Image by lip smashing.

His pity can no longer be hidden, but what can he do?

Dealing with Mr. Mirza

the notebenenya personal assistant of the big boss? Heh.

Then what should he say?

A protest?

So this girl is one of the many Linggar fans.

“No papa times, if you miss being able to enter our room. The door is always open for you!” Said Kamil who seemed to be a supporter of Citra.

“Iya knows, but still not the same. Can't wash your eyes every time, ihhhh...." Showed his angry face.

"Tomorrow I want to make a cake for Mr. Linggar so I have a reason to go there!” Saying Shining image.

“Why wait tomorrow? Today alone, in front there is a cake shop, can tuh!” The advice from Kamil seemed to be well received by Citra because this girl was endlessly nodding along with a smile that developed on the face.

“Iya-iya, but cementin me well!” His request to the originator of the idea.

“Don't me, same Rindi just so you can also familiar.” Kamil who suddenly pulled Rindi's hand came closer towards Citra, making her glare at her eyes. Very familiar.

“Yes already, abis eat us forward well?” Image caption on Rindi.

Rindi just smiled and nodded obediently.

Yes how else, as a new person he should be able to follow the flow of friendship created around him otherwise he will drown, invisible, and not considered.

After all, just going forward to buy a cake for Mr. Linggar.

Yes, Mr. Linggar, her ex-husband.

And after lunch Citra actually pulled her hand along with Ayu towards the front shop. Especially if you do not choose a cake for Linggar.

Is that how much admiration this girl has for Linggar? Is it true just awe, and not eeemmmmm, love maybe?

A little funny, a woman chose a cake for another woman that she would give to her ex-husband.

Rindi and Ayu are only able to follow the secret admirer by throwing smiles at each other. Very familiar to those who have just met in a day.

The three of them entered the room

before the break is over. And fortunately, there is a small room that is usually used by other employees to pray so that there is no need to return to the bottom floor where the main prayer.

And it turns out there has been the boss who also became the main topic of conversation during the break.

“Pak, I have a snack for a workmate.” The image that went straight in and carried on to the Linggar table.

“What's new?” Linggar stared at the cake box on his desk.

“Emmm, tiramisu.”

“Waaah, so nyesel why should you let go. you are the best.” Praise him with a glowing face.

Although throwing false words should at least convince people who hear, especially the victim.

Yes, Citra is the victim.

The victim of his selfishness who wanted to put Rindi under his auspices.

Until making the girl who became his admirer since long ago had to move work to the next room.

The one praised blushed in embarrassment.

Although in depak, it turned out that getting a smile from Linggar was able to make his heart float, soaring into the clouds.

Just a smile?

Thinking if the mutation has nothing to do with the superior who is occupying the space of his heart now.