Waiting For Ring On Sweet Finger
Akhmar is called

Akhmar was called to the Director's room to discuss the rumors circulating. He sat quietly.

"Don't Mr Akhmar have worked long enough as a manager?" ask the middle-aged director.

Akhmar nodded quickly. "Really, Sir. More like three years." Akhmar gives clarity.

"You should be able to handle this before it happens. You have to take care of your own team!" The director slightly pressed down in a high voice. Maybe disappointed and angry too. "I work because I feel your performance is very good at the branch office, but you can't handle this mess."

Akhmar was silent for a moment. Thinking to answer.

"The old manager never had a case like this and this only happened when Mr. Akhmar took the lead" the director said.

Akhmar admitted that the rumors were quite worrying. Indeed, the company suffered a little loss and has not been detected from where the leak. This gossip can press the financial section into the spotlight of the entire office and eventually arise slander.

"I will try to find the perpetrator and the truth because all the reports that come in I always check first" Akhmar said. As far as he was in office, he tried to work professionally.

"I don't want to know, you need to take responsibility for all this!" The director stood up, staring intently at Akhmar. "Please work back. I have to meet."

Akhmar understands. Stand up, then bend down a little. "Good, Sir. Excuse me." With a heavy heart out of the Director's room. Stand in front of the door, justifying the black tie. Glancing at the watch in the right hand, it was time for Dzuhur prayer and lunch. However, Akhmar's stomach did not want that at all. Akhmar went back to his room and worked again.

Half an hour later, the sound of azan roared. He quickly closed the laptop and went downstairs to carry out his duties. The frenzy of gossip was getting higher and almost dropping the financial team. There was even a sentence that slightly bothered Akmar's mind.

Akhmar cannot defend himself now because he does not have a strong hill. Choose to shut up first while looking for the truth. After the prayer, Akhmar decided to go up to the rootop. A place where people rarely come. Where calm will be found.

Once there, Akhmar immediately sat on a long bench. It seems to be prepared for people who want to stay for a while.

Akhmar stared at the sky, bright with the sunlight quite hot. Many people are passing by looking for the contents of the stomach, but Akhmar actually sat down lethargic with thoughts difficult to compromise. "Mother, sorry." The man looked down. "Today I can't eat the provisions." The man is not okay.

The wind blows strong, giving freshness and flying whatever is in front of the eyes. From above, Akhmar felt like he was meeting the Wind in four eyes. You can feel flying into space, but just sitting on a bench. That calmness was gained, though it must have been only for a moment. Because the problem must be faced.

On the sidelines of the calm, he was startled by the sound of the rootop door opening. Akhmar turned his head, finding Safia coming with a gasping breath. "Finally," he said. Akhmar did not know the purpose of the woman's encounter. More precisely, finding himself here.

"What's wrong?" asked Akhmar while turning his face forward. His mood is not good, of course he does not want to interact much with others.

Safia carried a black plastic bag and walked over to Akhmar. "Take this as my gratitude, sir." Safia thrust that forward.

Akhmar glanced at a glance. "no need. I really don't want to have lunch today." Akhmar refused subtly. Both of his hands were held together on both thighs.

Safia is breathing. Struggle to go up to the top floor with the elevator dead, no matter what the cause. Takes Safia to anger. "You should appreciate someone else's gift!" Safia raised an octave of speech. Akhmar. "I know this problem is quite severe, but if to ignore health. It was clearly self-destructing. You cannot be trusted, the evidence does not keep the trust of the body entrusted by God."