BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT BEAUTIFUL

11. New Employee

"Rome!" Dini, Aya and Risa enter the mushalla. The three of them hugged me, the cry that had originally subsided became swift again. But the difference this time I did not cry alone, but accompanied by my three best friends. We cried four of us, hugged each other.

"Rara, please don't be sad anymore. The three of us will be there for you. Even if you need someone to beat up Arif, I'm ready to help." said Dini.

"Not Din, I'm nothing." My answer.

"Ra, I don't know what to say, but you have to know one thing. For me you are a good woman. God will also have a good relationship. That's why you're patient, Ra. Maybe Arif is not a good man for you. You should be thankful Ra, because God failed now, what if it failed later in the middle of the road. It's gonna hurt even more, right?" Aya who is usually indifferent now turns into an adult.

But what Aya said was true. It is better to fail in the beginning than to feel like a failure after marriage or having children. I don't want to be like mom and dad. Divorced, then hated each other. So that what is the right of children is not fulfilled.

"Ra, now what can we help you with?" ask Risa.

I began to describe one by one the burden that was in my heart. About the invitations that have been issued. Thousandfold. All of them must be contacted immediately so that no one will come on H day.

"If it's an invitation, leave it to me!" dini said. He who was born into a wealthy family had many assistants in his house who could be empowered. "Just give me the phone number, I'll call everyone later" Dini said.

"God willing, no one will come to the event this weekend" he added.

"At home there is also rice and snacks for the study event later tonight. It's good to be on the other side?" my many.

"If it were so easy, Ra. Share it too. Ask the catering mother to bring it here only. Guaranteed exhausted. If it does not run out too, there are ojek fathers and pedestrians who pass in front of the office. It will be divided into them. I'm the handle!" said Aya.

This is one of my luck. Have three friends who can always be relied upon at any time. For example, now this. They'll always move fast so I don't have to face them alone.

Food for catering has been sent to the office. I promise you it will handle everything. I just need to calm down. While Dini will carry out her duties later after returning home from work.

"Then we go back to our homes. Already in office hours. I don't want personal business mixed up with office business!" I said. After the four of us hugged each other, we separated because we had to return to their respective divisions.

"Ra, there's a new kid coming in" said sister Gita, my senior. He took me forward to see the new boy who was about to join us.

"My name is Ken." a man who might be my age is introducing himself. A man with a good looking appearance, wears a light blue shirt and black cloth pants that fit on his body.

"I'm Biaca." continued one woman, waiting for me to estimate a hundred and seventy centimeters, maybe even more because she was towering, in stark contrast to me who was only one hundred and fifty-five centimeters.

Bianca, she must be Monica's replacement. The old model that just disappeared a week ago. I don't know why. The contract is not yet over. Some say he wants to continue his parents' business, but there is also the issue that he will get married.

I am not very familiar with Monica even though I have covered it twice for my rubric. He is typical of high class, so it is different level with me who is nobody.

"Ra, Ken entered your division huh" said Mr. Pras, deputy leader.

"Well, why sir?" I asked, who was not fully concentrated.

"You built it."

"But I'm just a staff sir. Staff time to build staff."

"Already, just go. I believe you. The Gita has other responsibilities. But by the way when are you on leave?"

"Not so sir."

"Well, he said he wanted to get married?"

"Cancel sir."

"Oh, sorry Ra."

"Yes okay, sir!"

"I leave Ken ya." Pras left Ken and me in the office hall, while the others went on to work.

"Calm Rara. You can definitely get through all this." I whispered to myself to suggest myself not to dissolve in this disappointment.

"Hem," Deheman's voice blew away my daydream.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to train. Oh yeah, what was her name?" my many.

"Ken Ma'am." she replied.

"Don't call dong's mom. How old is he?"

"Twenty-five."

"Well, that means you're old. But I still call Ken nothing, right?"

"It's nothing Ra."

"Ra?"

"Rara right?"

"Huh, yeah."

I immediately gestured for him to follow towards our room. Here is filled by ten people, one of them is my senior brother Gita.

"What experience do you have?" ask her. "I mean in the world of writing. Ever written down?"

"No."

"So ever what?"

"I'm totally new, Ra."

"Oh, fresh graduate huh? Yes already. The important thing is to read and just read. It's fun here. Everyone's fine too."

"The director is good too?"

"Something."

"Well, is that the answer?"

"All I know is that the leader is Mr. Pras. If the director knows who. It is said that the one who will lead us is the son of the owner of this company, but until now has not seen the trunk of his nose."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Are there bad rumors about him?"

"I don't know and don't want to know. I don't like people talking about unimportant things like this. So please don't ask me to gossip. Okay!"

"OKAY. Sorry about Ra."

"It's okay."

After directing Ken about what he had to do at the beginning, then I continued with my own work. Start preparing my new project candidates. Actually I will present it later after marriage leave, but since everything fails, so I will advance the schedule.

The sooner the better. Than now doing nothing. Besides, I hope that with the new project that I have prepared this can make the company grow. Moreover, the idea appeared impromptu when it was silent in mushalla.