About A Taste

Spell

Coming out of his hiding place, the room looked quiet and silent. Wardah is ready with the suit. Now it is exactly two months he is in Jakarta. And this time Wardah's last day was mentored by Mas Angga.

During that time Wardah always went and went home with Caca. As of now, Wardah has one car with Caca driving.

"Kok I've never seen Mas Al?" ask Wardah. Usually he will meet Aditya when leaving or returning from work, but he has not seen him back for a long time.

"He's coming home to Jogja. Her father asked her to help take care of the company there. I don't know how it could have been this long. Even though the pay was only two weeks, uh this was 1 month more," replied Caca.

"Why? Kok kepo?" search Caca.

"Eh! No papa, just met often, eh suddenly never see again," replied Wardah.

"I think there's another problem in his Papa's company. He often attended weekly meetings. You are the only one who has never been in a meeting, later if it has been a permanent part you must also join the meeting," continued Caca.

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After a long journey through traffic finally arrived at the office. The two of them split up into their respective divisions. Wardah is still waiting for a call for her work placement.

"Wardah, called Ms. Hesti," called one of her co-workers.

"Oh yes! Thank you," answered Wardah. Mrs Hesti is the head of the news division. Maybe he'll put Wardah into his new job.

Wardah's headed straight for Miss Hesti's room. Thankfully, there is still one floor. No need to queue for the elevator. Wardah's view was fixed on a magnificent door that read the company's leader with the term CEO. During this time he had never seen the head of this broadcasting company.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

"Assalamu'alaikum, please excuse me ma'am," said Wardah.

"Waalaikumussalam, this is Wardah. Please sit down" said Ms. Hesti.

Politely Wardah sat down in front of Ms. Hesti. Caca this morning had told him that he was likely to be appointed as a presenter. Wardah was afraid, he was not ready to be known to all audiences around the world.

"Your face why is it so tense? Haha. Take it easy." said Ms. Nesti. Wardah just smiled awkwardly.

"Your performance is very good Wardah, Angga also admitted that. So, starting today you can work handle the news. You can ask Angga what your new duties are. You will also be given the responsibility of being a news producer. Actually I want you to be a presenter, but Mas Adit told me that you are not ready yet" explained Ms. Hesti again.

"Mas Adit here works in what division?" ask Wardah.

"Hahaha, what is that question? He's the CEO of this company. I guess you guys are pretty close, but you're not, hahaha, '" Ms. Hesti replied with a crisp laugh.

Wardah gawked. THE CEO? Has he been talking to the owner of this company? My to the god!

"Yes already, maybe that's just Wardah. You can go straight to work." said Ms. Nesti.

"Okay, thank you ma'am. Excuse me, assalamu'alaikum," said Wardah.

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Now Wardah is sitting in his big chair. His patent computer. It feels so happy. Wardah is now one of the news producers. Fortunately, he followed Angga's directions well during the training.

"Eat first, don't force it, your health lo!" mas Angga.

"Ciee! Attention," wardah tease.

"I will be difficult if you are sick" said Mas Angga.

Fuck up! If usually all the news broadcasts on handel by Angga and Mbak Intan, this time will be handled by Wardah as well. Morning, afternoon, and evening coverage divided the three children. Rotationally.

On her first day, Wardah prepared for daylight coverage. Starting from editing the script, VO, to the running of live events.

"Sir! This frame is less fitting like," said Wardah. Now he's in the studio making sure the show goes well.

"Sip! A mantab! The gas! Start us," answered Wardah.

One hour in the studio. Fortunately, the co-workers in the studio looked supportive. Wardah's not awkward anymore. Maybe because it has often interacted because it follows Mas Angga.

"Asik chat with you Wardah, than the same Angga. So stiff. You can feel at home dimentorin him," said Mr. Hendro on the sidelines of filming.

"Hahaha, yes sir? If not at home just go home to Jombang, hehehe," replied Wardah.

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At exactly 14 Wardah finished his job. It's time to go home! He returned to the office tomorrow after dawn. To handle the morning coverage.

The elevator looks so quiet. Maybe because only the news division does not use a fixed schedule.

"Assalamu'alaikum Ukhti" a hand blocked the elevator door shut.

Aditya's face is emblazoned with a smooth sculpture right in front of Wardah. Just this morning he got the shocking information, now he was dealing with his person.

Um! Dehaman Aditya disperse Wardah reverie.

"Waalaikumussalam," answered Wardah with his body down. He should be polite with his boss.

"Hey! Why is it that Korean Japanese?" ask Aditya wonder.

"I'm sorry for my disrespectful behavior with you all this time. I'm sorry, because I just found out that my boss' father," Wardah said.

"What are you. My males if it is! Just act like usual, I don't like it if you guys have too much respect for me." - Aditya.

"I'd say it" said Wardah.

Aditya pulls Wardah's sleeve to follow her. Even Wardah does not realize that he is now on the basement floor and has been in Aditya's car.

"Cock use coercion?" mummy Wardah.

"You were quiet when I pulled, hmm," replied Aditya.

Wardah just kept quiet not knowing what to answer. Right, why just shut up?

"Go home?" ask Aditya who is now running his car.

"Ke cafe first yok Mas, want to prepare the news for tomorrow morning. Males wants to make an impromptu move" replied Wardah.

"okay!"

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Now Wardah and Aditya at the cafe of choice Aditya. Intentionally choose cafe free WiFi so that Wardah easy to do it. Arriving at the location, Wardah immediately opened his laptop and started working on it. Aditya ordered snacks and drinks.

Ccr!

"There's a camera on!" chirps Aditya sitting in front of Wardah.

"Hehehe, yes, dong" answered Wardah.

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