Titian Love Nadia
Internship

After two weeks off, Nadia decided to go back to the village alone, helping mamak harvest rice in the rice fields. In Jakarta he also has no job, baby if two weeks just spend rice and pocket money without producing anything. However, before returning home, Nadia made sure to the company officials she knew whether there was a job vacancy that received it in just two weeks. Nadia called Rayan.

"What's up, Nanad? You haven't come home from Tania's house? Want to get me a pick-up?" Tanya Rayan streak of durian tubs collapsed in the morning who was jogging this morning.

"Udah came home from last night, escorted by Mr. Joko driver Om Ardi kok, Mas," said Nadia.

"Oi ... Then?" ask Rayan again.

"Gini Mas, there are job vacancies that can be done for two weeks no, Mas? If there is no, I want to go home, baby in Jakarta just spend rice and pocket money." said Nadia.

"Ehm ... Job huh? Where do you choose? At home as my mother's assistant, at Planet coffee and Resto or at Baskoro Groups? At mall? If at home there is no work time limit but the work if there is, on Planet coffee and Resto from 9 am to 9 pm, while at the company from 8 am to 4 pm," said Rayan at length.

"In the company, Mas. Let the night rest" Nadia said.

"Tomorrow morning before 8 o'clock just come directly to the company, you ask between CS to Pak Andi's room HRD, later there will be found what job vacancies are empty," Rayan.

"Good, Mas. Thank you, yes" said Nadia.

"Yes, until tomorrow. I want to call Mr. Andi first, want to ask what position is empty again," said Rayan.

"Oo yes then, assalamu'alaikum," Nadia ended the call.

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

Phone calls from Nadia have been cut off, now Rayan switched to call Pak Andi, the head of HRD in his office.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mas Rayan's. There's a wind is this early in the morning already on the phone?" ask Mr. Andi in a phone call.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, Mr. Andi. Look, my college friend tomorrow morning wants a two-week internship, what vacancies are now vacant right now, sir?" rayan asked his staff.

"Wow, the vacancy in the planning division just yesterday there was a new employee who entered, Mas. Now it seems there are no more vacancies," replied Mr. Andi.

"Please check again, sir. There may be vacancies that have not been filled," pinta Rayan again.

"Oh yes, my. It just so happens that the employee is on maternity leave, but that's OG, how?" ask Mr. Andi back.

"Oh yeah? Nothing, just two weeks" said Rayan.

"Alright, tomorrow just have Mas Rayan's friend come to see me, Mas. What's your friend's name?" ask Mr. Andi.

"Name's Nadia, sir. I have told him to meet Mr. Andi, but I have not told you about his work" said Rayan.

"Will he be OG?" ask Mr. Andi worried.

"Will, sir. He's from a simple family really, I just want to be a private driver, hehehe," said Rayan accompanied by piety.

"Haha ... Mas Rayan could have. Thank goodness if he wants, it means there is a substitute for the position of OG until the employee who is on maternity leave is working again" said Mr. Andi.

"But remember, sir. Don't let Mas Rasya know that the girl is OG! You can get SP from him," warned Rayan.

"What's? SP?" Mr. Andi is still in confusion mode with what the child of his superior meant.

"Yes, Mr. Andi. I hung up the phone, assalamu'alaikum" Rayan said.

"Wa'alaikumussalam," answered Andi still confused.

Rayan disconnected her call, until she was in front of her parents' house. Before entering the house, he washed his hands first with hand washing soap and rinsed it with clean water until clean.

Rayan went inside the house directly to the dining room. Pinched the cheeks of a Tiara bulge who was eating porridge. When his fingers almost touched the fried chicken, suddenly ....

"Ray, have you washed your hands, son?" tanya Miss Nastiti was surprised.

"Here, just before entering the house, Mom," said Rayan after sipping fried chicken. Rayan enjoyed the fried chicken with ravenous.

"Tiara, the more days you are more like a bule anyway, not like Papa," said Rayan again pinch Tiara's cheek.

"Yanti, Om Yayan wits," cried Tiara.

Hearing Tiara's screech, Miss Nastiti appeared from the kitchen. "What's wrong, honey?" ask him to Tiara.

"Tanan Om swords uu' Aya cheeksthub, '" said Tiara.

"Om Yayan don't be naughty!" said Ms. Nastiti advising her son who was only avenged by cruelty by Rayan.

"Mas Rasya hasn't woken up yet, ma'am?" tanya Rayan switched the conversation.

"So dawn was awake, but it seemed to be sleeping again. Last night seemed to be overtime correcting the results of his student test," replied Ms. Nastiti.

"Why not ask Nadia for help anyway?" gerutu Rayan's.

"Nadia? Nadia who?" asked Ms. Nastiti who seemed to have heard the name for the first time.

"Par Mas Rasya, the future daughter-in-law of Mother," answered Rayan.

Mr. Baskoro showed up and immediately sat down to join in. "Well, I think there's an exciting topic of conversation" he said. "Who was the future father's daughter-in-law?" tanyakanya.

"Name's Nadia, sir. If you want to know his son, starting tomorrow morning he interns at the office replacing OG who is again a maternity leave permit," said Rayan who immediately surprised both parents.

"What, Rayan? Your mother's daughter-in-law's future OG? In the office of her own future father-in-law," asked Ms. Nastiti in disbelief. "You're really outrageous huh!" the hardic.

"Sstttt .. don't be hard dong, ma'am. Later Mas Rasya heard that he could have a berabe. Mr. Andi said there were no vacancies other than OG, Mom," said Rayan. "What's wrong with being an OG anyway? It was only two weeks during her semester break. Rayan just wants to be a driver," he said.

Pak Baskoro and Bu Nastiti finally understood the reason for Rayan.

"Now call your sister gih, make breakfast," said Ms. Nastiti.

Rayan got up to step up, but again Bu Nastiti prevented it. "Ee. .. Wash your hands first, later noel-noel your brother's cheek still smells of chicken again!"

"Hehehe," said Rayan.

Rayan stepped towards the sink to wash her hands back, then wiped them with a tissue. After that he stepped towards the second floor, to Rasya's room.

"Mas Rasya woke up, it's noon!" Rayan exclaimed by moving Rasya's legs. But the man remained silent.

Rayan tried to wake her sister again. This time he squeezed his nose. Rasya woke up because he was running out of oxygen. His eyes are open and red. But after Rayan's hand was released, Rasya again snored regularly.

"Mas Rasya woke up, Nanad was waiting for breakfast!" call Rayan again.

Gegas Rasya opened his eyes, "Where's Nanad?" tanyakanya.

"Wake up, wash your face and keep breakfast down, come on!" tell Rayan to step away from her sister.

Rasya got up and quickly ran to the bathroom to wash his face. Soon he joined his family in the dining room with half the lives still lodged in his body. He sat on an empty chair and was still trying to collect some of his life that was scattered by sleeping earlier.

The rest of the family almost finished a plate of rice. It was very hungry to wait until Rasya's life was collected.

"Where's Nanad?" ask her to Rayan.

"In the hostel," answered Rayan casually while enjoying her breakfast.

"So you said there was a Nanad?" rasha protest.

"If not provoked so, where would Mas Rasya want to wake up," replied Rayan still with a relaxed mode.

"Fuck you, Ray! People are good at sleeping on the train," hardik Rasya.

Rayan, Pak Baskoro and Bu Nastiti laughed. Tiara also laughed.

*****

The next morning at seven and ten minutes, Nadia was ready to leave for an internship at the Baskoro Groups office. With a mix of black baggy pants and a white long-sleeved blouse and a white veil, he was waiting for the online motorcycle he had booked by sitting on the front porch chair of the house.

Suddenly, Rumi and her husband Bang Har emerge from behind the door. "Where are you going, Nad? Early in the morning was neat, he said holiday," asked Bang Har.

"Nadia wants to go to work he said, Bang. Isn't that right, Nad?" Rumi's mom.

"Yes, Bang. I left for an internship," replied Nadia.

"Where? Together with Brother if it is in the same direction," asked Bang Har again.

"In the Baskoro Groups office building, Bang. Thank you, I have a message ojol kok, Bang," declined Nadia.

"O that way, Brother left first yes," said Bang Har.

"Yes, Bang. Titi Deje yes," said Nadia.

"What is that, Nad?" ask Bang Har.

"Be careful on the road" replied Nadia grinning the horse.

Rumi's mother escorted her husband until he approached her bike and the bike left the house. Not long after the motorcycle Bang Har disappeared from sight, the bulge ordered Nadia was parked in the yard of the house.

"On behalf of Asa Nahdiana?" ask the driver ojol.

"Rubber, Bang," replied Nadia. He immediately went up on top of the bully. "As per the application yes, Bang," he asked.

"Ready, Non," said the driver ojol.

Twenty-five minutes later, they reached the courtyard of the Baskoro Groups office building. After paying the ojol rate, Nadia went straight into the lobby to meet customer service.

"Good morning, Ma'am. I am Nadia Mas Rayan's friend. Mas Rayan said I was told to meet Mr. Andi, the head of HRD," said Nadia.

"Oh, his sister's the clerk who wants the internship, huh?" ask the CS.

"Yes, Mommy." Nadia answered briefly.

"Let's go with Ma'am," asked the CS.

Nadia followed the CS employee into the elevator. The elevator door opened when they were on the 5th floor, walking out to a room with a board that read HRD.

Mr. Andi let them in just after the CS employee knocked on the door. "Excuse me, Sir. I dropped off employees who wanted internships," said the CS.

"Thank you, now you can go back to the lobby" said Mr. Andi.

"Please sit down, brother! What's your name?" ask Mr. Andi.

Nadia sat in the chair in front of Mr. Andi. "Asa Nahdiana, sir. Just call Nadia" she replied.

"Look at Nadia, actually there are no job openings in this office, but there is one employee who happens to be taking maternity leave, it is also as an office girl. Are you willing to replace the office girl position?" said Mr. Andi with a bad feeling to give work as an office girl to his boss's child friend.

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TB