Alena [My girlfriend was taken by my mother]

14

"Sir Dwi, what's the face?" Tasya's voice made me spontaneously look. Mr. Dwi just came in with a slightly bruised cheek. Our eyes met and then I looked down. I feel so guilty.

"Obviously, market thugs are not strong," replied Mr. Dwi lightly.

"What "market thugs? Mah is not suitable to play in the market," added Tasya again. I looked back at my computer screen, though I wasn't fully focused.

"To my room for a moment!" said Mr. Dwi as he passed next to my desk.

"Good, sir." I followed him from behind. Arriving in the room, I just stood in front of Mr. Dwi's desk.

"Just sit down, Len!" his orders. I just nodded then sat down. Mr. Dwi is still busy hanging his jacket and arranging the files on his desk.

"M-sorry, sir," I said slowly.

"Hm? Sorry for what?" ask Mr. Dwi.

"For yesterday."

"Hey, already! I don't mind it." Then Mr. Dwi gives a flash. "Here, there's a script from a new writer. Try checking! If the work is really good, discuss it with Atika and contact this author."

"Ah yes, well, sir."

"Lena, I don't want your performance to drop. Give your best to this company! Call me whenever you need help, don't hesitate! Okay!"

"But-but, Mr ...."

"Lena, seeing what happened yesterday, it feels like you're too deep to keep your own problems. I don't know who your friends are out there, but what I see in this office is you're too closed. Let me help you, Lena!" Mr. Dwi's words made me feel full. That deep he understood me like this?

"Thank you very much, sir." I can't say too many words. I'm afraid of missteps and I don't want to trouble anyone else either.

"Just assume this is my job to keep the performance of employees to remain maximum," he said again.

I'm down. Feeling selfish if I can solve my own problems. But the truth is I can't be alone. Out of Mr. Dwi's room, I immediately checked the contents of the newly given flash. But, baby, I can't focus. I went to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee.

While checking, I drank my coffee little by little. Good script, only need character reinforcement for each character. Before I discussed with Atika, I decided to ask Mas Dika as a senior editor in this office.

"Good one! Actually you say, just need the character to be strengthened again in each character," said Mas Dika after reading a glimpse of the script I gave.

"So, directly contact the author, Mas?" I want to make sure again.

"Yes, the story is interesting too. Not many people have raised such a theme."

"Ahh, yeah-ya-yeah! Yes, I went to Atika's room first!"

"okay!" Then Mas Dika returned to his own worksheet while I went to Atika's room. Before I get there, I print the biodata from the author.

When I arrived at Atika's room, she was receiving a phone call. So I sat in an empty chair there.

"What's wrong?" ask Atika after her phone is closed.

"This is, a new writer," I said, giving him a piece of biodata paper.

"Ah, okay. Where did dapet come from? They asked for it?"

"No, tuh. Recommendation Mr. Dwi. Don't know where it's coming from either."

"Hmm .. okay! Immediately made an appointment to see Mr Dwi or what?"

"Yes. I'm meeting Mr. Dwi."

"OK-okay, ready!"

"Well, I'm back in the room!" Then I stood up and walked out of Atika's room. I haven't opened the door yet, and suddenly my stomach feels so sore. Spontaneously I crouched behind the door.

"Len? You why?" Atika walked over and helped me stand up.

"Ngghh .. no papa," I replied with a hand that was still squeezing the stomach hoping that the pain would be slightly reduced.

"Maag again?" tanyanya was worried while helping me sit in her chair. I could only duck while squeezing my stomach. So hurt.

"Awhile!" atika said again, she ran outside the room. Maybe looking for a cure.

Chequek. The door is opened by someone, but not Atika but Pak Dwi.

"Len? Are you sick again? Oh my god, cold sweat." Dwi wiped my forehead and got me a glass of water. I drank some water. Before long Atika came to bring liquid ulcer medicine that I often drink.

"It's a drink first." He gave her a medicine bottle and a spoon. I drink at my dose.

"I'll drive you home?" Mr. Dwi offered, but I shook my head.

"No need, sir. I still have a lot of work."

"Go home, Lena! Let Mas Dika be the same Tasya who handles temporarily," added Atika.

"T-but that ...." This is not the first time I am sick, I am afraid I will get SP (Memorial Letter).

"Already, let's go home let me deliver! Tika, I borrowed the car, yes!" pinta Pak Dwi's.

"Ah yes, Sir. Bring aja!" Atika took the car keys from inside her bag and gave them to Pak Dwi.

"It still works, right?" ask Mr. Dwi. I'm nodding. I finally came home. Atika helped me walk up to the car.

Along the way I just curled up, closed my eyes while squeezing my stomach. The pain did not decrease at all.

"Len, don't you want to go to the hospital?" Mr. Dwi's tone looked very worried. His gaze occasionally turned towards me.

"Go home, sir. At home there is a cure," I said while enduring the pain.

"OK-okay." Then I felt the car speeding faster. I don't know how many seconds of my journey, suddenly Mr. Dwi has come down and opened the car door. With the help of Mr. Dwi I entered the house.

Mr. Dwi still holds me, not lebay. The pain becomes more, let alone to step, just stand up straight it feels unable. Mama opened the door to my room and I was immediately laid down on the bed.

"It looks like his stomach is relapsing." Mr. Dwi talks to Mama.

Without answering anything, Mama opened my medicine box in the top cabinet. He took 3 small bottles and put them on my nightstand. She left the room and returned with a glass of water.

"But Lena has taken medicine, Mom," said Mr. Dwi who looked worried.

"No papa, sir. This is Lena's cure. It's often a gini-rich event." Mama took the medicine one by one from her bottle and gave it to me. I sat down for a while, took my medicine and lay back down.

"What's the pain Lena is?" ask Mr. Dwi.

"Sickness, but it's a little severe. He hasn't eaten." Mom explained. Aghh! Just make it ashamed. I don't want to be pitied. I couldn't see their expressions because I curled my back to them. "Want to go straight back to the office?" ask Mama then.

"Ah, it's lunchtime soon. I want to be here a minute, okay?"

"Oh, please. No need to worry too much, after taking the medicine he must be cured. Then I'll make some food for Lena."

"Oh, yes, Mom."

I heard that mom came out of the room, Mr. Dwi was sitting on the edge of my bed. Thankfully, the pain slowly began to go away.

"Lena, does that still hurt a lot?" ask Mr. Dwi without touching me. Feeling bad, I tried to sit down slowly. "Ehh, just sleep!" Mr. Dwi tried to arrest me.

"No papa, sir. It was a little light," answered me, who then sat down at the end of the bed. "Thank you so much, sir, for driving home."

"Yes, equally. Why did you come back like this?"

"I forgot that I haven't eaten since last night, and I've been drinking coffee. Sorry I was negligent."

"It's ok. What matters now is getting better."

"I'm sorry, sir. I became troublesome. Work is also neglected."

"Here, don't think about work! Dika and Tasya can definitely handle."

"But the father's job ...."

"Sstttt! You still hurt keep bringing it up."

"Eh?" Mr. Dwi's relaxed style of speech surprised me.

"Excuse me."

Mama came into my room pushing a small table. At home you have a small table that has wheels. It's like a hospital.

"Please have lunch!" say Mama.

On the table was a bowl of chicken soup, rice and side dishes. Then Mama gave me that bowl of soup.

"This, for me?" ask Mr. Dwi.

"Yes, Sir. Let's just say thank you to me for taking Lena home."

"Thank you very much, Mom. Sorry troublesome. Ah yes, just call Dwi, ma'am." Then Mr. Dwi stood up and greeted Mama.

"Oh yes, Dwi. Please eat!"

"Good, Mom. Thank you," said Mr. Dwi. She answered with a smile and then came out again.

"Please eat it, sir!" my spoken.

"Thank you, yeah. Sorry to be a hassle."

"I should be grateful, sir. It's lunchtime anyway."

"Oh yeah, Lena."

"Yes, Sir?"

"If it's out of the office, just call 'gold' yes! Don't call 'sir' !" Mr. Dwi's request was enough to surprise me.

"But, Mr ...."

"Len, I'm only 3 years above you."

"Nw ... But kan-"

"I want to get closer to you, Lena," said Mr. Dwi in a very convincing tone. The blush!! I felt my cheeks warm. The pain in my stomach started to go away.

"But, Mr ...." I still feel bad.

"Mas, not sir." Mr. Dwi.

"Mmm .. Yes well, Mas Dwi," I said still feels awkward.

"That's it." Then Mr. Dwi, uh ralat, Mas Dwi smiled. "I wonder what your mom's cooking tastes like."

"Oh yes, please sir, get eaten!"

"Mas," he said again.

"Hmm, okay."

I chose silence and took the first bribe. Mas Dwi with face sumringah take rice and side dishes that Mama provides. Then we ate together. I can still feel my warm cheeks. My heart is beating faster too. I wish it was just my drug. And hopefully Mas Dwi does not realize that I am now being misbehaved.