ARUNGGA (2nd chance )

12. Meet the Office Waiter

After Arbi and Dio were not seen again, Arungga sat down again to continue his work.

Half an hour passed.

When Arungga was busy counting with a calculating machine, suddenly Arungga felt a gust of wind behind his head. The wind was accompanied by an unpleasant scent that slowly began to disturb his concentration.

Arungga closed his eyes because he remembered Arbi's story about the ghost sighting in the office earlier.

"What else is this. Don't tell me that Arbi's story is real" Arungga muttered as he rubbed his nape.

Arungga also spread his gaze to the corner of the room. Even though at that time the room looked bright, but the atmosphere of the room still felt quiet. Arungga let out a long sigh and refocused on the papers on his desk.

Suddenly Arungga jumped in shock because of the noise from the corner of the room. There is a copy photo machine that as remember Arungga has been activated since the business hours ended earlier.

Arungga turned his head and was surprised to see the photo copy machine operating on its own. There were several sheets of paper that fell to the floor to attract the attention of Arungga.

From where he sat, Arungga could catch a glimpse if there were sketches of faces painted on paper. Arungga tried to sharpen his vision out of curiosity with the figure painted there.

Shortly thereafter, the photo copy machine ceased operation. And some sheets of paper that fell on the floor that was originally still slowly began to move to form a row. Then the neatly lined papers moved slowly in one direction as if someone was pulling them.

Arungga remained in place while keeping an eye on the movement of the object in front of him. In his heart Arungga chanted an unbroken remembrance because that was all he could do at that time.

The line of paper slowly flashed beside Arungga. From such a close distance allowed Arungga to be able to clearly see the sketch of the woman's face on the paper.

While trying to observe the sketch of the face on the row of paper, suddenly the greeting of security surprised Arungga. He looked at the security who called his name.

"Arungga's Mas!" call security named Oman out loud from the doorway.

"Oh Allah, ngagetin. What's the matter, sir?" arungga asked as he rubbed his chest to neutralize his rapidly beating heart.

"I heard from Mr. Reza there was one of the interns who was overtime. It turns out it was you. Then what are you doing again?" asked Oman as he stepped closer to Arungga.

"Ga bengong kok sir. I again squirm the papers that line on the floor, aja," said Arungga quickly.

"Which paper?. There's no paper on the floor" said the security.

" That ..." Arungga's speech was cut off because he couldn't show what he saw earlier.

Seeing the confused Arungga, the security smiled understandably.

"Gapapa Mas, a disorder rich in gini is very common among employees who are rich in overtime Mas Arungga gini," Oman said.

" So that story really, sir?" ask Arungga.

"You mean Mas Arungga's story about ghosts in the office, I think it's natural. Every place there are astral beings who inhabit it. Kalo Mas Arungga was afraid, I can sit here until Mas Arungga finished work," said Oman offered.

"Mmm .. I'm really not scared. But if you do not interfere with the work of Mr. Oman, I do not mind the management" said Arungga with a smile.

"Okay, I'm sitting here huh" Oman said as he pulled up a seat not far from Arungga.

"Yes sir, thank you. It's just for a second. I just need to check the final amount in this financial statement," said Arungga.

Oman's speech had made Arungga frown because he felt that the sentence was a little unnatural. But because he did not want to waste time, Arungga rushed to finish his work.

Ten minutes later Arungga was done with his work. He rushed to compile a report and put it in a plastic folder. After that he put the map on Aji's desk. Arungga chose to put his report on Aji's desk because of the location of Aji's table closer to his desk. Arungga felt it would be easier to ask if there were errors in his work later.

"Udah Mas?" ask Oman.

"Alhamdulillah sir. Thank you," said Arungga with a smile.

"Either. Now we're out. But I can't do Mas Arungga sampe loby because I have to control all the rooms. It is a security task. In addition to maintaining security, we also have to ensure that no employee items are left behind. If anyone is left behind, leave it at the Receptionist let the owner take it there tomorrow" Oman said at length.

"Yes, sir. I can go down by myself" said Arungga.

"OK deh. We're splitting up here huh Mas" Oman said as he arrived in front of the elevator.

Arungga nodded as well. Before entering the elevator Arungga still had time to look towards Oman. Arungga found Oman had walked a long way while shining room by room with a flashlight in his hand.

Arungga let out a long sigh while he was in the elevator. Slowly the elevator went down. Arungga was seen observing the elevator room with his eyes to eliminate saturation.

Suddenly Arungga is surprised by the presence of a strange figure bouncing on the elevator wall. When viewed from his reflection, the original form of the shadow owner was like a long-haired woman. The woman was standing in the corner of the elevator while bowing her head.

Arungga seemed to be trying to calm down. He rubbed his face while looking so as not to be disturbed by the strange reflection.

When the elevator door opened, Arungga rushed out. Then Arungga accelerated his pace so that he could soon arrive outside the building. But Oman's greeting surprised Arungga to make him stop his steps.

At that time Arungga saw Oman wearing a striking colored vest while carrying a stick. In his hand was also tucked a whistle which he used to arrange passing vehicles.

"Sir Oman ... daritadi here?" asked Arungga doubtfully.

"Yes Mas. Again check the cars that come out so that they do not intersect with each other. Why Mas?" ask Oman.

Arungga ignored Oman's question and went back to asking.

"Ga up at all sir?" ask Arungga.

" Not yet. If here I've finished my new up. Is there anything left behind ?. If there is, let me take it. Mas Arungga wait here" Oman said as he prepared to enter the building's lobby.

"Ga there is Sir. No one is missing!" sahut Arungga fast.

" Oh thank goodness. So I went there first, Mas" said Oman, who is owned by Arungga.

Oman resumed his work while Arungga could only look at Oman with a confused look. After that Arungga seemed to rub his face violently.

"Kalo daritadi Pak Oman here, continue who dong who chatted and nemenin I above earlier," murmured Arungga riled.

Realizing that he had just met the 'office waiter', Arungga was shocked.

After successfully mastering himself, Arungga rushed to start his motorbike and left the JC company parking at high speed. Arungga continued to drive his vehicle without wanting to look again.

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