UNPREDICTABLE BOSSES
Half Truth

The morning sun forced its way in from the slits of the doors and windows. In the simple contract, Risha and her sister Rosie are still seen sleeping before the phone ring wakes them up.

“Hallo...” said Risha with eyes still closed.

“Eh, Sha. This is Mom... ” said a woman over there.

“Why, Mom ?” reply Risha with a voice that starts to sound

“It... Mother is very dry..Where to go to the market again, the fussy Lily wants to join” said her mother

“Ooh... Later Yes Ma I transfer..” sambar Risha. He understood the meaning of his mother's words.

“Iya yes, Sha. Mom waitin yes..”

-ut

The phone call was finally decided by Risha. That morning, Risha finally woke her sister up earlier than usual.

“Ros. Rosie...” call her while shaking her sister's shoulder.

“Hmm... What Sis.. Hoam...” replied Rosie while rubbing both eyes that still felt heavy.

“You have a hundred, don't you ? Borrow first for Mother.. Later in the afternoon brother dressing” said Risha.

“I have fifty doang, add more from sister Isha...” replied Rosie.

“Dih. There is no time?” ask Risha with a higher tone of voice, “alah. Not so” he added

Risha finally grabs her phone and is again seen contacting someone.

Elsewhere, Dita looks to be calmly stretching her muscles. If he used to take the time to train his body after he worked, now, he has enough time in the morning before starting his work routine.

However, the cell phone impressions that became his guide to stretching that morning were stopped by an incoming call.

“Kak Isha ?” muttered while reaching for his phone, “hallo ?”

“Dit, there are a hundred no ? Pinjem. The afternoon was replaced. Mother called, she said the fussy Lily wanted to come to bazaar” said Risha directly at the core

“Ooh... Yes already, wait..”.

“Heem. Cepetan” replied to Risha shortly before she disconnected her phone

A look that lost its spirit finally emanated noticeably from the brown netra of Dita that morning.

Returning to the contract again, the two women there seemed to have resumed their activities that morning. As usual, Risha prepares to head to the office and Rosie prepares to drop off her sister.

Oiya, they do have a motorcycle but only Rosie can ride it. So Risha often asked Rosie to drive and pick her up to work.

“Kak. There was no leftover pinjeman at that time ?” asked Rosie while wiping the rearview mirror of the motor

“Emang why ? From the beginning, it was also designed for hiking. Come on, let's go” ketus Risha

Rosie was throwing her rough breath. He felt a speck of regret rising in his heart after getting an answer from the question that had appeared in his mind since this morning.

#

After lunch break, Dita was again preoccupied with a pile of documents that were increasingly mountainous day.

“Aduh... If you take Pak Davi no longer come, can faint me. Nausea really see the number of so many” Dita talking to herself again while staring at her computer screen

Little by little, the pile of documents grew again after some paper came out of the printer machine.

“Ah... Cave back..” murmured while stretching his back muscles by leaning on his chair.

Moments after that moment, he never expected, the door of his room opened and Davian was the figure who had just passed in front of Dita.

“Siang, Pak” friendly greeting it finally re-spoken pleh Dita

“Yes. In the afternoon, Ran” replied Davian as he walked towards his room. As usual.

In his mind, Dita immediately wanted to give a stack of work to Davian. However, his intention was to break it back after Davian called him through the intercom.

“Sit, Ran” Davian said after Dita entered his room.

“Yes, Sir. Thanks..”.

“Ran. I suddenly keinget sosmed account that you have not specified it” said Davian

“Yes, so I ask you now” Davian said

“Sorry, sir. I took my phone first” pamit Dita

Getting permission from Davian, Dita rushed to pick up her phone that was on her desk. He re-entered Davian's room with many pieces of information that puzzled him.

“This, sir...” said Dita while showing her phone screen to Davian

The screen of the phone was clearly visible showing a social media account without a profile photo. Other identities of account owners are also completely not listed there.

But, there are so many long posts that if connected, then somehow the post seems to really lead to one person.

“Bener, Ran. This account somewhat sus” Davian squinted her eyes after browsing through that information

“Yes, sir ? From yesterday I wanted to know my father. Stamp your mind also want to ask help IT Team to track this account-“

“Do not first” sambar Davian before Dita finish his speech, “Other people in this office don't have anything you love first”

I gasped at Davian's words. “Eng-not, Sir. I really do not tell anyone” Dita obviously sounds nervous.

The two had been swept away in a long conversation about the piece of information that Dita gave.

Until after some time, the sound of the intercom at Davian's desk finally made them realize that there are a lot of piles of work waiting to be completed.

“Pak Davi's. The copy of the sales report you requested is ready, Pak” it is clear that it is Laura's voice

“Okay, Mom. Five more minutes send the document to my room” reply Davian briefly.

“Ran” Davian's gaze is on Dita, “This business we will discuss later. Now neatin work first” he added.

“Good, Sir. In that case, I'm sorry” said Dita before finally returning to her room.

#

Elsewhere, Juan was seen back and forth reading some sheets of paper in his grasp. This time, Juan looked like a man with the power to lead.

Seen from a number of stacks of maps and many more piles of sheets of paper arranged on the table.

In addition, air conditioning, sufficient lighting, even air purifiers are also available there. It really feels different from the place we know Juan frequents.

I don't know what's bothering him, but he looks very upset after staring at the last sheet of the document. At that moment, someone knocked on the door of the room.

“Who ?” shouted Juan

“S-I want to intermericano that Mr. was ordered-”

“Ya yes. Login !” reply Juan immediately.

From behind the door, a woman with a thick makeup and clothes that are fairly minimal brought drinks for Juan.

“Hey. Diem it first!” shouted Juan

The woman stopped a few inches near the door, right after Juan called her. Nervously, the woman turned around and asked Juan's intention and purpose back to call him.

“Guest VVIP us this malem, who ?” ask Juan

“That...” the woman was silent and looked to think hard, “VVIP we tonight booked on behalf of Xavier, Pak”

“Who ?” Juan stared intently at the woman standing before him

“Xavier..”.

“Lu b*go what t*lol, huh ? Since when does the cave care which name is booking ? Cave ask again to elu-”

“M-sorry Sir. Confirmed as one of the famous architects and newly appointed as one of the executive staff of the new branch of TRF Bank, Tuan”the woman hastily cut off Juan's speech before the man berated her longer

“Hmm. There !” juan's orders

“B-well, Tuan” quickly, the woman passed from Juan's presence and left the room.

“Hmm.. Pantes new cave named man it” mumbled Juan

He looked back at the paper he was holding with an expression that was difficult to decipher.