The Value of Loyalty
Citra, sorry!

Still under the intimidating gaze of all parties. Rindi walked straight ahead with her face down.

Until he got into his study, the gaze he got did not change.

Cynic and cornered.

There was no greeting, or even laughter as he had often heard.

It was like being in front of a green table. Sitting in the defendant's seat between the public prosecutor and the Judge.

How to explain everything.

He just pretended to be strong.

Strong was under the gaze of the entire occupant of space.

Strong not to cry.

Computer screens displaying sequential numbers now look like they are stacking on top of each other.

Columns that are neatly arranged actually look like scattered erratically.

The work that is usually done one by one is like chasing it simultaneously. Don't know which one to do first.

Makes him more dizzy.

The invoices and files that were on the table were like trash he had to throw in the trash.

Or give the peddler a traveling nut to be made into a wrapper when there are customers, at least it is more useful.

In these circumstances, it is very clear that he would not be in the line of consecration.

Just wanna go home.

It was only half an hour ago that he sat back in his chair, but it felt like a year.

And he still has to hold on for the next few hours. Back glance at the number in the left corner of the computer screen, still showing the number 13.30.

Aw, lamaaaa,....

And what about tomorrow, tomorrow and tomorrow again.

Oh gosh.

I want to resign from that office.

But the employment contract he signed 6 months ago still ties him to another six months.

Is there a way for him to quit this job without getting a penalty.

His mind grew increasingly chaotic, especially when the door was knocked from the outside.

Rindi was even flinched during the first tap.

A sign that he is in an imaginary world.

The more cloudy look when listening to Riswan say, "Rindi called bu Kaila in the meeting room."

Unaware of his hand moving over his face.

I can tell that call was no ordinary call.

The call must have been about the incident with Citra in the canteen earlier.

Want to hide, but where?

There was no good reason he could offer to avoid the meeting.

He should be ready to receive a warning letter.

But if he can choose, he wants to be given a letter of dismissal only.

Leaving this office may be much better than having to survive under these circumstances.

And most importantly, he will never meet again with Linggar or Citra.

After that, whatever!

Linggar wants to be with whom, whatever.

Don't want to bother with Linggar anymore.

He is not worthy of Linggar.

That's not something new he's hearing.

Before, often even.

Keep pushing your feet to the place where you have been

Surprisingly, Riswan kept accompanying himself.

"Aren't you pa-pa?" Riswan is walking right next to Rindi.

Rindi felt uncomfortable with the attention given by the man.

There was no need to ask, as everyone could at least guess his current feelings.

The point is SHAME.

Wants to go evasive.

Don't ask anymore.

And if you can, just get this guy away from her.

Not wanting to be pitied, Rindi just wanted to ask for time alone.

Even Riswa was knocking on the meeting room door for Rindi.

Just get some attention.

Go then!

Rindi really wanted to say that one word, but her lips until now reluctant to open.

Go into the meeting room.

The feet stopped stepping, the body silently pecked, his eyes immediately fixated on one other figure there.

That one figure was the girl who had just become his rival.

Ah, no-no he doesn't want to have a rival just for a Linggar.

Not wanting to lose friends. Let him give up, it's okay.

"Sit down!" Bu Kaila's orders while staring at the unmoving Riddi from his place.

Rindi began to stretch back, with a lowered gaze.

Sitting right in front of a silent image.

Their appearance is almost the same, crumpled, somber, sad.

But not sebanging with Rindi which is followed by the word moist for his body because it was splashed several times.

From the view of Citra implies anger and hatred.

Difficulty diluahkan.

They're just a long table. While Bu Kaila was sitting in the middle, precisely in the chair that the leaders used to occupy while in a meeting.

Riswan did not miss coming in.

Let alone that guy.

Somehow the man seemed to be following and trying to encourage Rindi.

The man was just doing his job. Because he was appointed as a minutes or a witness there.

Rindi is too confident. Or the problems he faces make all the problems in front of him.

The atmosphere was silent for a moment.

The more tense, when Bu Kaila plays the ballpoint in his hand.twir around occasionally tapping the table with the ballpoint. A sharp look towards the two women who were actually bowed in silence.

"Who wants to explain?" A short sentence from Bu Kaila as the opening. He was able to lift the heads of the two women.

Being firm does not mean being hard. And that's what that woman was trying to show.

He deserves to be a leader.

There's no answer.

Even with the image that chose to re-subject his face, looking at the table.

"All right! Anyone want to apologize first?"

"Nothing?" Ms. Kayla still looked alternately at the two women.

"He's wrong mom!" The image while pointing towards RIndi with just a gaze.

While Rindi was only able to duck when a mistake was dropped on her.

"He's not honest. He's traitor. He's a friend who stabbed in the back." Those words came out of Citra's mouth with eyes that were increasingly staring intently at Rindi.

The one being stared at was only able to shake his head with a pushy, lewd look.

As much as he explains, it will still cause pain in the heart of Citra. He wanted Rindi to let this matter go.

"Because of your actions, the company may issue new regulations again. And maybe it will hurt other employees. It is certain that those who feel aggrieved will accuse you of the origin of the rule. And it's like that. Doesn't rule out the possibility they'll hate...."

There was a greeting in the direction of the door that had just shifted open.

Displays the Linggar that just entered without knocking on the door first.

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