ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter LXXIV: Hero of Mischief

I keep going through long days. The business of studying in this company I want to finish immediately. Reports have also been taken every night.

Extraordinary activity makes stamina decrease. Sometimes forget to take supplements, so the condition of the body quickly drops. Especially supported by erratic weather, entering the transition season. If so, the virus is easier to infect. A virus that is not foreign to the people of Indonesia is influenza. They are as good as it comes and goes, so the flu is no longer considered a dangerous disease because it is too often satronized the body.

Since morning, the nose has been itchy, triggering prolonged sneezing. The head is slightly dizzy, so concentration is disturbed. The file I was about to finish, piled up just like that. Moreover, this air conditioning machine seems to be tuned to the lowest point. The tissue I brought with me was only a few pieces. Working feels uncomfortable in these conditions.

Scroll heart-shaped wall clock in the middle of the room. His short needle began to crawl towards the number nine. Tumben Bu Roffi hasn't arrived yet. Although he was often late, but not this late.

“Morning is already for aja virus!” grumble Mr. Imron.

I don't really care what that weathered bachelor says. Yes, I just found out that Mr. Imron has not married until now, either the reason is not sold or how. Maybe that's what makes his emotions unstable. He gets angry and reproaches others. People who lack attention and affection will tend to easily rise in blood.

Or maybe he's obsessed with Bu Roffi?

Could be.

A pretty office-girl came up to me, delivering a glass of tea while carrying photocopied files. Her black hair was neatly tied together, blending with a plain face without makeup. A typical country girl with natural beauty. He is still young, probably just graduated from High School. He was in charge of making tea, sweeping the room and bringing the files to be duplicated into the photocopy room.

“Tehnya Mr. Abi,” his smile is friendly.

“Still yes Tia,” welcome me.

Actually rather shy called ‘Pak’ by Tia. Age may only be at odds for a few years. Maybe he wants to respect me. I don't like formalities. Besides, I'm not a real employee at this company. I don't think it's necessary, because the position of humans is the same.

The young girl's name was Tia Wijayanti, a nomad from Semarang, followed by her uncle in Surabaya. According to the story, Tia Wijayanti comes from an incapacitated family because her sisters are numerous. So he went with his uncle to pit his fate in this Hero City.

Looking at Tia, at first glance I remembered my only way sister, Weni. This kangeen feels explosive, wants to go home soon. Tia is also a young girl who is quite diligent and meticulous. Every time he swept the room, not a single speck of dust was left behind. He is also skilled at arranging messy tables. I, who is basically a less tidy male species, was always happy to see the table that had been tidied up early in the morning.

“Bu Roffi isn't here yet, Tia?” my many.

“No idea, sir. Maybe again solve the problem with her ex-husband, uh sorry to lose!” Tia shut her mouth immediately.

I scrunched my forehead. Ex-husband? Yes, I know that Ms. Roffi is a widow. But in my mind it is not terbesit in the least that she is still in trouble with her ex-husband. An unpleasant feeling lingered in the heart. Maybe in the future I have to keep my distance, so as not to be labeled as ‘pebinor’. Bini people's usurper.

I have no intention of extracting further information from Tia. The girl was busy delivering tea to other employees. It's not nice to interrupt it. Besides, I don't need to know much about Ms. Roffi's life. That's none of my business.

Prahaang!

Suddenly I heard the sound of something breaking on the floor. Not far from my place, the glass filled with tea fell to pieces on the floor. Fractions of bells scattered, while Tia stood up with a panicked face. Apparently he accidentally hit Mr. Imron who suddenly appeared, so that the glass in the tray was nudged down.

“Sorry I didn't accidentally, sir!” The girl immediately picked up the scattered shards of shard.

“Other times his eyes are worn!” as if Mr. Imron.

“How come you got my clothes dirty! Later do not report you with Ms. Roffi to work better!”

Suddenly my good instincts squirm. Obviously the parable that Mr Imron made to Tia hurt feelings. What a heartless mess. Tia was unintentionally and apologized. Immediately I approached the scene of the crime, helping Tia pick up the shard shards.

“He's sorry, sir! Tia was not on purpose.”

I defended Tia while picking up a shard of shard.

“Eh, young children do not need to interfere! Who are you? Neither are the employees, they are here! Mending you a real job. Don't be a hero!” said Mr. Imron.

I know that speech is very provocative, it is better that I ignore the words of the weathered bachelor even though it ignites the flames of hostility. Tia's face turned sad, causing pity. I immediately helped clean up the remains of the shards.

“Aauw.!” I screamed softly.

Spontaneously I flicked my hand. A small piece of a bell stuck in the thumb. Blood drops dripped quickly.

“Apologies yes, Sir. So wound his hand!” tia said with a panicked face. I saw he wanted to take my hand, but there was a sense of disdain.

“Oh, it's okay Tia!”

Spontaneously I suck my bloody thumb. Tia's face grew more anxious. He immediately ran to fetch Betadine in a wall-mounted P3K box. There's actually a bad feeling. Deftly Tia grabbed my palm. Like a proffesional, he wraps bandages to the thumb.

“You're very fast, Tia?” chirping.

“I used to be in PMR school, sir! So understand how to care for wounds like this,” said Tia while continuing to bandage her fingers.

“This is a small wound, Tia. Ntar also healed on its own without wrapped in gini!”

“Do not underestimate the wound, sir. No matter how small, wounds can cause infection if not treated properly. Bacteria could get in. So it must be treated properly!”

I'm mangosteen. Her knowledge of wound care is pretty decent for an office-girl.

The events of the semi-romantic drama are proceeding fast, soon becoming the spotlight of the other employees who happen to be watching. I don't know what else there is after this. Good thing it wasn't Raam Punjabi who saw. I'm afraid I'll be offered a striping soap opera for a few minutes.

After all the pieces of the shard were collected, Tia swept away the small pieces then took out a mop to clean up the tea spills. While the pair of eyes of Mr. Imron still shone with annoyance, as if not sincere with the events that happened just now.

I'm back to finishing the piled up work. There was a feeling of relief, of being a hero in front of Tia. Not entirely successful, because Mr. Imron still stood proudly without even willing to plead guilty. Well, he's a senior. At the very least he did not use his seniority to suppress people. He should have used his instincts as a human.

That is if he still feels like a human being.

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