ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter LXXV: Work Ethic

The feud between me and Mr. Imron is getting tapered, like the Pandawa-Kurawa dispute that never ends. Though all this time I had enough restraint so that emotions were not provoked. More and more days, he kindled the flames of hostility, as if intentionally making me feel uncomfortable in the work environment.

Doesn't matter.

I haven't been in this company for long. Even though Ms. Roffi has promised a prestigious position here, I will still weigh carefully. Considering I was young, it definitely took a lot of experience elsewhere. I want to flap my wings, wade through this vast world.

In my imagination, I want to also feel like working in giant companies, with a more neat and structured system. With a conducive work environment and pleasant co-workers. Of course, with a big salary so that I can realize all the dreams that I have buried deeply.

Out there may be some people upholding idealism, working instead of for a salary. Of course I can understand the reason behind it. For now, I don't want to be a hypocrite. Money is not everything in the world, but who denies that everything needs money?

As usual, I arrived early this morning. There were no employees to show themselves in the office, only Tia seemed busy sweeping the floor. Some paper snags, scrap stuffed staples, candy wrappers scattering here and there. Somehow the sentence ‘Share Cleanliness’ stuck on the wall is just a slogan, without real implementation in life. Since sitting in the Elementary School, noble teachers have taught that throwing garbage should be in the trash. Now, the ages have grown as if their behavior retreated to the pre-historical age.

I saw that my desk was neat, with the stationery in place, the dust-free table, and the files neatly stacked. Yesterday afternoon was not so good. Of course it was Tia who had taken pains to do this. Not just my desk, but Mr. Imron's desk, too.

How Tia showed brilliant professionalism, far beyond Mr Imron or even Mrs Roffi. He does not bring personal business in the work, but if he wants revenge he could have left the weathered bachelor table in a state of scattering.

“Mau assisted nyapu kah Tia?” bargained.

“Eh, no need sir. It is common like this every day,” he replied shyly.

The young girl was so dexterous, she grabbed the little trash and threw it in the trash.

“It's been a long time working here, Tia?” my many.

“Not too long, Sir. New five years.”

“Five years? That's old Tia. If the SD child wants to graduate next year. Pretty good too, huh? Don't want any other work?”

“It looks like it's hard huh, sir. I only studied High School, I have no skills. What do you want to be? You know for yourself, nowadays find hard work. Must have an insider to be able to work,” Tia explained.

“No, too, Tia. But you're right, to compete in the world of work we must have expertise. More importantly is a good work ethic, so you will always be glimpsed by job seekers?”

“The work ethic is food opo to, sir?”

“I mean gini loh Tia, work ethic is attitude. So if you are disciplined, diligent, constantly orderly, loyal, not easy to break the rules, it means you have a good work ethic. Well, I see you already have it, so just develop it,” explained.

“Oh, yes Sir understand!”

“You are his hobby what is Tia?”

“I like to cook Sir. People say the hell my cooking is good, but I think it's normal.”

“Wah, nice it. Hobbies if developed can be money. You know, there are many people out there who are successful because they pursue their hobbies. If there is capital, you can also open a food stall or catering. It's cool, develop a hobby and get money.”

“The capital does not yet exist, Sir.” Tia smiled.

Chatting with Tia, dissolving me in time that keeps rolling. The officers began to arrive one by one. While Tia apparently also still linger at me. Many things we talk about, ranging from trivial things to heavy things such as philosophy of life and so on. Unfortunately, Tia was still unable to respond.

My gut says it like that.

Justright. With the face of a lion, Ms. Roffi suddenly approached us who were engrossed in conversation. I don't see the smile that usually expands.

“Tia! What are you doing here? You're done with your work! My room is still dirty!” reprimand Bu Roffi.

“Eh, sorry Mrs Roffi. Earlier I had broom Mother,” replied Tia timidly.

“Has been swept? There's still a lot of dust. You know that dust allergy. This morning I sneezed! You sweep it again there. No need to talk here!”

“Good Bu!”

Without waiting for the command twice, Tia immediately stepped into Bu Roffi's office. I just kept quiet, feeling guilty for having Tia chat. In my opinion, Miss Roffi is a bit exaggerated in reprimanding. I was just trying to understand, maybe the mood was not good anymore.

“If Tia does not talk, do not need to be served!” ma'am Roffi said to me in a slightly taut tone.

“Sorry, Mom. It wasn't Tia who talked. I was wrong, I was convinced he was talking,” I said.

“Indeed he was like that, Bi. If there is a new employee who likes to talk. Careful!”

Clear new officer? Was that me?

I smell jealousy from Bu Roffi's words. The truth is, in any case, obviously Bu Roffi has everything compared to Tia. The reason for his jealousy was unwarranted.

Maybe only one is worthy of being envied from Tia.

Work ethic.

“How was yesterday? Beres?” ask Ms. Roffi.

Yesterday Ms. Roffi did not enter, for reasons I do not know clearly. Maybe there's some business he's done, 'cause I don't see any sign he's sick. The parasite also looks uninspired, tends to be emotional.

Throughout the day, he locked himself in the room more. If this is the case, I'd better not interfere. It is not good to wake up a sleeping lion.

When I asked for an autograph in the room, he also daydreamed more. Let's not say what Tia said yesterday is true. She's having trouble with her ex-husband.

It was time to get home from work, I saw he was still in his room. Though usually the most excited when the clock comes home, unless it is overtime. This raises questions. What are the problems that Bu Roffi faces?

Since the office was quiet, I decided to knock on the door. Three beats do not answer the answer, so the curiosity peaked. I slowly opened the door of the unlocked room.

“Bu Roffi?”

How surprised I was when I saw Bu Roffi lying on the floor helpless!

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