About A Taste

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This morning Wardah was ready with a different suit than usual. She was given a gift by Mama Sarah before she split up.

Nothing, sometimes wearing pants. Her thought.

Wardah immediately retrieved the bags and files used for the morning journal shoot. Today he had to leave at dawn blind. Preparation in the studio also takes a lot of time. Fortunately, the news randown, news texts, and news videos were also prepared yesterday with the loyal editor, Mas Erik. Now he lives to condition the presenter and Head Derector and ranks in the studio.

Wardah took a quick glance at Eza's apartment, tightly sealed as if there was no life in it. Where the hell is that guy? Wardah rushes to the elevator to get to the apartment lobby. He just ordered ojol. Fortunately, Ojol operates 24 hours.

The distance from the apartment to the office does not take much time. Just 5 minutes until he arrived in front of the magnificent building. Still very quiet. Only four security guards stood guard around the office.

"Good morning sir!" greet Wardah.

"Good morning, neng. Morning duties, huh neng?" ask the security guard.

"Yes sir, I went in first sir," replied Wardah.

Entering the lobby door, it looked completely silent. Adding to the impression of the honor of an office. Wardah sped up the speed to get to the elevator.

"Why rush?" ask someone next to Wardah who balances the path.

"Oh! Mas Angga, how come in the morning too?" ask Wardah.

"Something needs to be done" he answered.

Wardah was a little relieved there was finally a friend in the elevator. Towards the door of the elevator closed, a hand seemed to hold so as not to close. The figure Wardah was looking for had appeared before him.

Eza entered right in front of Wardah standing. Wardah.

"Mas Eza! How early in the morning did it go?" ask Wardah spontaneously.

"Why don't you tell me you're in the morning? Then why-why what? I am the one who was sent by Mother to take care of you," asked her back.

"I don't know if I'm in the apartment. This week, I didn't see it either!" warden replied with a little anger.

"If people talk about being seen! Not for your back!" connect Wardah.

Mas Angga who was next to Wardah was like a supporter who watched a couple chat. He just silently watched the fight between Wardah and Eza.

Sontak Eza turned his body towards Wardah. Right in front of. The bead of his eyes seemed to pierce the gaze in Wardah. Wardah was nervous to be noticed like that.

"Mas also did not bother me all this time," said Wardah lowered his voice. He realizes that there is someone else between him and Eza.

"Yes sorry, Mas has business at the cafe branch, Mama also wants to play, but is afraid that you are busy," replied Eza feeling indifferent to the presence of Angga.

Is that how close they are? Angga kept thinking. All this time, he thought Wardah and his boss were only close because of work. It turns out that the two of them actually already know each other with their parents.

Ting! They were on the floor they were on.

"I went to the room first, assalamualaikum," said Eza leaving Wardah and Mas Angga. He watched Mas Angga for a moment, then left.

Wardah became awkward himself from last seen Mas Angga. Wardah immediately checked the preparations for the morning journal shoot. Fear of not being overtaken.

"What do you have to do with Mr. Boss?" ask Mas Angga.

"Hehehe, there is no Mas, because last time ever to Jombang together, continue to automatically chat often so a little more familiar" replied Wardah.

"Yes, I went to the studio first, assalamualaikum,"

"Mosurfestalam,"

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In the studio, Mr. Hari as PD (Responsible Priductions) is ready to arrange the cameraman. The reading board for the presenter is also ready. Wardah seemed to be pacing back and forth calling the presenter on duty today. No answer at all.

"Sir! Where is Zira going? How not to lift?" lamented Wardah on Mr. Day.

"Yes, from now on there is no phone connection, either" replied Mr. Hari who also tried to contact the presenter.

Wardah's already this drodog. It's not funny if there's no presenter. Less than half an hour to start. Gaswat this mah.

"Wardah, please allow you to change. The time is mepet, have not checked the voice and screen presenter," said Mr. Hari.

"Can't do that sir, my gerogi in front of the camera," answered Wardah shocked to hear Mr. Hari's words.

"Time to pick up mbak. C'mon mbak! Kayak'e mbak Zira seems unexpected this time," continued another.

"Let's Wardah, your clothes are supportive too. Just make up a little," said Mr. Hari again.

"Haduuuh, fear sir," whined Wardah.

"Come on, bismillah," Mr. Hari pushed Wardah to the presenter's desk. And started giving the black box tool what it's called. It is important to make the voice clear.

Wardah didn't have a chance to escape. Finally Wardah took the makeup tools that have been provided and polished a little to be appropriate. And start the voice check plus the appearance check.

Now Wardah is the presenter. Prime up! Daebak! Eza watched from behind the scenes, smiling stifledly. Plan succeeded. While the woman next to him seemed confused how to explain to Wardah.

As he hurriedly climbed into the studio room, Eza called out to him and carried out his plan. Eza wants to make Wardah a presenter. At first Eza asked for it directly, but Wardah insisted he would not. Get tired! Eza finally did it this way.

"You'll call Wardah, tell him there's a sudden event. Your salary will still go, just relax. You can go home," said Eza.

"Okay Mas" replied Zira. In vain this morning his departure to the office.

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