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Nanda story

23.00 WIB – Nanda Cost

Cheap Lambe Gang

Nanda : Gaeeees.Till tomorrow I go to work!!!

Fitra: Uhuuy, congratulations to Nan

Kiki: Your boss is rich how is he?

Susan: Congratulations to me

Nanda : Bosque handsome siiiih, young not rich Mr. Hardian

Fitra : Waaaah, get excited to the office dunks

Kiki: Ah iriiiiii

Nanda: Maap yaa, not my type. I'm loyal only to Ivan Ajahhh

Kiki: Are you the same office as Mas Ivan Gak Nan?

Nanda : Huhuhu unfortunately. Ivan is Mr. Dion. But Ivan often

drop by the office. Aduuuh, have not met Mas Ivan I have deg-degan nih.

Susan: Mas Ivan is good, Nan, you are sure to work in his office.

Kiki: Maybe Mas Ivan has a crush on Nanda, until he moved to Jakarta aja Nanda brought along.

Fitra : Iyaaaa, rarely the attention-rich guy Nan.

Nanda: Aduuuuh did Mas Ivan the same attention I. I'm sorry I updated tomorrow

yes again.

Susan: Sleep gih Nan, let tomorrow not be late to work.

Nanda : Bye bye zheyeeenk, tomorrow I update the latest gossip yess!!

I put my phone next to my bed in a boarding house two nights ago. I can't believe I'm working in the capital, after all this time I've been working for Mr. Hardian. I have a lot of memories from when I was working at Hardja Group. How many conflicts there are, ranging from the scandal of Mr. Boss with his assistant, to the affair of Mr. Ray with Mbak Renata.

Still clearly remembered the figure of Mr. Ray who had just joined the Hardja Group Office and

he was able to steal Mr. Hardian's attention. So easily Pak Hardian believes in him, even he is very optimistic on the business proposed by Pa Rayendra. But unfortunately many directors are not siding with Mr. Ray and his team. The RENTZ

just burn the company money, plus their performance that does not pay off. Moreover, Pak Ray's affair with Mbak Renata has been sticking to the entire division. Mr. Ray could have had an affair, even though he already had children and a wife.

There's been too many stories there, fortunately there was Mas Ivan who brought me here. The tall, sharp-nosed man, with his somersaulted hairdo that is always in order

neatest. The smell of warm wood perfume always tickled my nose when he visited Mr. Hardian's office. He said that being polite with a friendly smile is always on his thin lips. He is a humble man, even though he is the son of a prominent official in Bandung.

“Yes Allah, I want to be a match with Ivan, may Yes Allah,”

I hug the favorite bolsters that I deliberately bring from home. This is the first time I am away from Mamah and Abah, hopefully in Jakarta I have a soul mate, my inner self.

08.20 WIB – Dion Office

“For Mr. Dion, sorry I'm late yes,” I said struggling while adjusting my breath as soon as I arrived in my new office room.

“Pagi. What is Nan? It was said at 8.” replied Mr. Boss while sipping his coffee.

“Sorry it was jammed Sir. Nanda was surprised it turned out that half 8 hours are jammed really here,” I replied while

fix my tangled hair. After an hour, I had my hair blow, in vain.

“This Jakarta Nan, until the mallem yes jammed continue. If you leave, do not stop. I'm sitting there, please trim the offer proposal in order of date yes. ,” order Sir

Dion with a smile looked at my busy behavior fixing hair.

I immediately sat in my chair. Right across from Mr. Dion's desk. Tableware

very messy, lots of maps and scattered paper. On the table is a picture of Mr. Dion and his family. Not so obvious, but it seems like Mr. Dion's wife is very beautiful like a Korean artist. From a distance, the white woman attracted attention. Mr. Dion's son looks like a man, white

just like his mother, narrow-eyed like Mr. Dion. Looks like my boss is a family man, unlike Mr. Hardian who often teases his assistant.

Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep

The phone rang, but clearly it wasn't mine. I watched Mr. Dion groan

“Hallo”

“Are you okay?”

“Don’t worry bout Sean, I’ll pick him up at 5”

“Take care Nad, bye”

I was secretly eavesdropping when Mr. Dion was talking to someone over there. From his voice it was like talking to his wife. While sorting documents

this super mess, I glanced at the IT team table in the corner of the room. There are 3 people who are busy behind the computer screen while tuning music. It is very relaxing to work here, there is also good to work in a start-up company like this.

“Nan, you come with me meeting now ”, said Mr. Dion disperse my daydreams. He was busy with his documents and laptop.

“Meeting where Sir?,” my question.

“There is, in the deket mall here anyway,” he replied.

“There Mas Ivan gak Pak,” tanyaku expectantly.

“Ya is not it, why also met Ivan I take lo,” replied the boss of the like.

“Idiiih Mr. Dion, once there was Mas Ivan. Mah mate can meet where sir,” reply me while teasing the super serious Mr. Boss. Fortunately I'm used to Mr. Hardian's carelessness, Mr. Dion I can still handle, I said in my heart.

“Please bring the map on my desk, you learn first yes. I want to go to the toilet first,” the order while rushing to the bathroom.

“Mau Nanda call the driver sir? how many hp?” ask me plain while grabbing the handle

phone's on my desk.

Mr. Dion laughed out loud at my question. The IT kids are coming too

laughingly. What is my fault???

“Where is Nan's personal driver, I'm Hardian everywhere with driver. You're lucky, though

sitting in my arm,” he replied while chuckling.

I'm just dumbstruck with Mr. Dion. Yes, I don't work in a big office. Ah quite can walk in the capital Mall on the first day of work. While drinking this water, the title.

10.15 WIB – Manhattan cafe

“Pak, who do we meet anyway?” I asked while walking behind Mr. Dion

choose a table in a cafe.

“You met the agency. Uh we sit in the smoking area yes,” he replied.

I just nodded while following his steps. His body was always running fast

until I was bored with it.

“Dion!!”

There was a woman greeting Mr. Dion who was about to sit at his desk. We looked towards that voice.

“Hi Dion, how are you,”

A lady with curly hair tied a ponytail. The neck is clearly visible. His slender body was clad in a khaki casual canal shirt. He approached us while

smiling sumringah while Mr. Dion only fell deathly pale.

“Naya, what are you doing here?” mr. Dion said as he opened his sunglasses. It's as if

surprised by the arrival of the beautiful woman.

“I just met with a client. It’s been ages, so glad to see you here” he replied in a bule-bulean language style like Mr. Dion.

Mr. Dion approached the woman called Naya, he pulled her arm and spoke away from me. I pretended not to hear their conversation, a waiter came up to me giving me a menu list. I pretended to see the list, while my eyes peeked at Mr. Dion with the woman.

The woman seemed to have been familiar with Mr. Dion, her hands as if they were about to reach

the tall man's arm. Mr. Dion seemed to be clumsy with the woman before him, many times he rubbed his head while looking right and left. Hmmmm, who is that woman, if the client why should talk away from me.

Before long the woman finally left after about 10 minutes they spoke seriously in the corner of the cafe. Mr. Dion returned to our table with a deathly pale face. His forehead was sweating and he looked misbehaved. I immediately pretended to read the menu list that I had been holding. My heart wondered what was going on? Just now I

work there is already an office drama that I can share with the favorite ghibah gang.