Trapped With The Jelita
The Queen Gossiped

"Om," call Ipul on Damar who is taking the map from the glass cabinet.

"What's the matter young master?" he answered while closing the glass cabinet door again after getting the map containing the file he was looking for.

The man came back closer to the boss who was sitting on the sofa with rows of files that were so piled up, the file containing the subsidiary in Batam is still the center of attention of the two people.

"Ipul asked for help to find a new secretary," said Ipul who immediately made Damar frown at his request.

What happened to his current secretary? is there a problem? according to Damar's assessment of work Sarah is quite good just that it is very centile who often seek attention from their superiors and Damar is very aware of it even more so when they are in Batam, it is not good considering the man who owns the company already has a wife.

"Then Sarah?" damar asked, he couldn't bear to fire the woman for no reason.

"When fired how?" tanya Ipul asked for an opinion.

"When the dismissal at least we have to have the excuse of young master," said Damar reminded that they can not just fire without a clear reason, he said, there should be at least one reason and that makes sense.

"Then in the move, Ipul heard Mr. Raka was in need of a secretary," said Ipul gave advice.

Mr. Raka is a manager at the company, is quite old with a slightly bulging stomach and a slightly bald head in the middle.

"You sure?" asked Damar to make sure, he could not be the origin of moving Sarah if there is no certainty because it will even be a problem, while he knows Mr. Raka is now also selecting his prospective secretary.

Ipul nodded with certainty and confidence, "if not sure it is not possible for Ipul to say the same Om, anyways, what is the Ipul people who are unstable with the wishes that Ipul has conveyed?"

Damar shook his head, "no, I hope forever always principled in what has become a decision" Damar said.

"Hopefully there is nothing that makes Ipul violate the principle that has been held by Ipul," said the man who two hours ago enjoyed lunch with his wife.

Lunch is not romantic because the two are silent with each other without a word after discussing about the secretary who is asked to be replaced.

Damar nodded, "then I will meet with Mr. Raka first to talk about Sarah," Damar said putting down the file he had taken, then left the room.

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"Where are you going?" safiq asked Ralen who was going to come out of the pantry where he was.

"You take the trash on Siska's desk" explains Ralen, "why then?" ralen asked the man who was washing the dirty glass.

Soon hours return home and before returning home they are obliged to have completed their duties, all cutlery from flatware cups as well as dishes or other dirty objects must have been washed and stored properly in its original place, not to go home when all the work is not finished, their supervisor always emphasizes it for their common good in order to keep working.

"So Queen Ma'am Cariin Mbak, he said he wanted to go home together," Safiq said with running water rinsing the glass he had soaped.

"Go home? isn't he picked up?" ralen asked in surprise because he knew the Queen was always picked up by her sister.

"No way, right if picked up will not ask together aka nebeng same Mbak," said Safiq made Ralen raise the corner of his lips.

"I can't talk to Lo" Ralen upset with the answer Safiq gave.

According to him, the question he had asked was a very common question when there are people who intend to go home together when all this time always picked up, but Safiq instead gave a difficult answer, Ralen also knew it was impossible for the Queen to ask together if she was picked up.

With a loud snort of breath Ralen also walked out of the pantry leaving the 18-year-old young man who sometimes ignited emotions when spoken to.

At 5 pm the office was quiet and left only workers like Ralen who were preparing to go home after completing all their tasks.

"Len." The queen who had been sitting on the motorbike Ralen began to disturb Ralen's concentration in driving.

"What?" ralen asked, glancing at the rearview mirror of his motorbike.

"Gue was still curious as to what I had told the same story before."

"That's a lot of time when I was with Safiq into the room the boss's son, uh already the boss who is now mah," read his own words about the position of the man who seemed to be the topic of conversation.

Ralen was silent for a moment, "which story?" ralen asked who actually had enough to understand what his friend meant, the only story that until now did not want Ralen to remember but instead always remembered.

"That's a loh that I accidentally entered the room to look for elo but Lo no, uh there was even the boss who came out of his break room and the condition of the room was messy, he said, I told you that the room was a mess?" ask the Queen to make sure.

"Yes," answered briefly with a heart that was not careless.

"Gue think there are women, don't-don't be that abis."

Ciiit!

Ralen ngerem motor suddenly made the Queen hit his back because it did not have time to hold.

"Wow, fortunately there is no Len vehicle," said the Queen with pale skin, "lagian Lo why the hell?"

"My stomach is suddenly sick," Ralen lied while holding his stomach to make it look more convincing.

"Gue get off here," the Queen got off Ralen's bike.

"Lo went straight home there, catch a cold, time" he added.

"Well again, a little bit again until this Lo house, I can still work," said Ralen.

"Really?" The queen asked to make sure.

"Yes," said Ralen quickly until finally the Queen was back on the bike.

Along the way Ralen dag-dig-dug hopes to quickly reach the Queen's house, really not wanting the Queen to discuss about her alleged friend, really he did not want his friends to know that he was the woman in the room of the owner of the company because at that time they were not married could he be on the stamp of cheap women.

"Thank you Len" said the Queen when she arrived at her home.

"Sama-sama," answered Ralen and after the rush to run his motorbike afraid that the Queen would reconnect with one of the actors in the room.

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