UNPREDICTABLE BOSSES
Shitty

The level of focus on tidying up documents that from yesterday only piled up had peaked, considering the deadline is getting closer. However, her focus was lost again after the girl with shoulder-length black hair received a phone call.

“Should be paid off now ? But I have no more money..” said the girl.

“Kak... Try asking to sister Ana, donk...” he added.

He then fell silent and looked increasingly lethargic. “Ya already... Wait... One and a half million more, his ?” the girl then turned off her phone.

“Try if I was born first..” as he thought.

With a grim countenance and heavy eyes, the girl was seen doing something on her computer.

The cell phone lying in front of him immediately he took and himself back connected to someone.

“Kak. Was transferred. Check again..” he said briefly before turning off his phone connection.

“Ck. So tired, God. I have to work how else..” complained the girl.

His body drooped languidly on the table before him. An id card with the name of Randita Tri Lestari that He held continued to be stared at with a lethargic gaze.

I don't know. Maybe because the room is on the ground floor, the sense of always easy to come.

It's kind of unique. The room whose address is a little difficult to find on the map is precisely where a young girl spent most of her days during the last year and a half.

Although he was on the ground floor, but formally, his position was a receptionist. In fact, the job is the recipient of all kinds of customer complaints.

How ? Have you ever heard about a room on the ground floor ?

All right, there's a wide window in the room that's exactly parallel to his workplace. It is like a ticket counter.

Behind that wide window, almost every time the girl was sitting there. How else, the job that requires him to be ready there.

At that time, the arrival of someone out there forced him to reuse his energy.

“Mba Confiscated..” call a man out there.

Tapping on the window is common.

Given the id card he held earlier, it is certain that the girl's name is ‘Randita’. And ‘Dita’ must be his nickname.

Dita aghast. He tried to be normal and welcomed the arrival of the man.

The mask he used was truly magical.

The locked wide window is now open and a business transaction takes place.

“Mba.. My parking card is available. How do you want to make it again ?”

“Oh like this Sir.. If for the card lost, the cost becomes one hundred thousand. Because there is an administrative sanction of fifty thousand, plus the new card again fifty thousand. The transfer payment is yes, sir. Can not cash.. ” clear Dita.

“Lho. One hundred thousand, yes ?” ask the man

“Iya, Pak” reply Dita friendly

“I call my friend first, deh. Thanks mba” said the man.

After that, the man left the place.

Dita fell silent again and gave off a look that went nowhere to focus.

“Dit...” call someone from the room next to it

“Iya ?”

“Masi idup, lo ? Ear test, Dit... Ear test..”.

Such conversations were common between them. Especially if Dita is no longer heard his voice.

“Lu bring bekel, Dit ?”

“Iya. Bring along. Brother Bernadette ama Bu Devina already want to buy food ? I'm going to twelve o'clock, tuh.”.

“Yoi. Drug Dita..”

“Iya.. Yes..”.

A drinking bottle he reached from under his desk.

“Kosong...” murmured.

Not yet had he refilled the drinking bottle, a man suddenly came and opened the window in front of Dita with a wide and rough impression.

“Mba. I want to take care of my card. Ilangs. But what says my temen so a hundred rebu ? My people fit first buy only gocap” squealed the man.

“Iya, Sir. The rules are like that. Because for the lost card, it has an administrative fine of fifty thousand-“

“What rules, si ? Who makes the rules of kayak, huh ?!”

“Please excuse me, Sir. Here it is also clearly written ‘if the card is lost or damaged, it costs one hundred thousand rupiah’” explained Dita by showing a card in her hand

“My card name is ilang, apply for a fine of all” reply the man with a high tone of voice

“Sorry, Sir. In the system will also be detected card replacement history, transaction history-“

“Ck. Ribet very well, mba”-man was grumbling while reaching into his pants pocket-“tuh !”

Tada's! The man threw one hundred thousand pieces of money right at Dita

Dita tried to hide her resentment by continuing to fake her facial expression. He took the money and quickly returned it to the man.

“Sorry, Sir. Payment transfer. We don't accept cash..”

“What else, anyway. Mba. Ribet. Just make it !” again the man yelled at Dita

“Good Pak”

With slightly teary eyes, Dita fulfilled her obligation.

“The card is done, sir. I made the receipt of payment first yes..”.

“Ga please, lah. Where is my card ?!”

“This, Pak” said Dita still with a smooth tone.

Then the card was handed over and the man just left.

The tears that were still able to be weathered now forced a fall and blurred his gaze. His sobs echoed filled the already very cramped room.

Dita took some tissue and wiped her face that was still tearful.

“Huh... Good luck again on buying lunch..” murmured.

“Why the hell do you like to suddenly cry. Really weak. Lemah” racau Dita.

That was how Dita tried to improve her mood.

Someone once mentioned : ‘Time feels slow for those who are waiting, feels fast for those who feel afraid, feels very long for those who are sad, and feels very short for those who feel happy’

If you think about it again, the expression is true. As we feel right now. For him, the rest of the day seemed to run for a very long time.

When the sun is about to set, Dita can just pack up and leave all the hassle there.