BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT BEAUTIFUL

31. Bianca Asks for Combination

The thrilling new director's welcome event finally came to an end as well. How not tense, it turns out the director was once very close to us all. Confessing as a new employee so that people treat him normally. Including me who is a bit disrespectful because I like my own boss.

"Astagfirefull!" again I am inching. I hope after this everything will be okay.

"By!" Arif is chasing my steps. "Is Ken really our director?" tanyakanya. There are no obvious distrust marks. Maybe he was worried because he had argued until he pulled Ken's collar.

"So you saw for yourself, right? Why is it still?" answer, relax.

"You should talk dong, Ra!" exclaim Arif.

"Why should I talk?"

"You can tell, so that there will be no misunderstanding."

"How can I say, I'm just me.." Aya's hand swiftly closed my mouth.

"Why should Rara tell you? Who are you?" said Aya. "After all, it's good to teach adab to you. Whatever a person's position, don't act recklessly!"

"Fiuff, you guys are totally outrageous. Just be careful that I Samoja got in trouble because of the argument yesterday!" he looked at us cynically.

"Lha, it's her fault, so the pretender, it turns out that the director is fighting with his salary." Aya chuckled because she was satisfied to make Arif pass with an annoyed look. "Finally, it's also a child. Let's just hope Ken doesn't forget their argument and kicks Arif out of this office!" aya said, making it a prayer.

"It is not good to pray bad for others. Who knows, Ken's not happy with our attitude all along. So if he kicked us out of this company how?" my many.

"Yes how else, stay moved or continue to take care of the efforts of parents." replied Aya lightly.

"Yes yes, we are very good, our parents will have their own business, if the Arif is not, hehehe." Dini chimed in.

"Astagfirullah, that's it. Don't keep talking to others. Mending further work before we get scolded by our director." I said, then immediately returned to my room.

Something strange feels. When the bench next to me was empty. Usually there's Ken there who would occasionally ask me about his job, even about this company.

My smile expanded. Given the process of our introduction for the first time until finally Mr. Pras announced that the main director at this company is Ken.

It's funny, who would have thought that the Ken I know is cool, does not want to adapt to others, but can be so familiar with mama turned out to be a director, my boss directly. How disrespectful I have been all this time, just calling his name, sometimes angry when he needs a second explanation of the same material. I hope it's not a problem for me.

While staring, suddenly someone came to my desk. The girl is Bianca, a new model who is both signed in with Ken.

"Bak Rara, can I ask you a favor?" ask Bianca.

"What Bi?" my many.

Bianca took me to the pantry. It just so happens to be empty there. Then he told me what was in his heart.

"Please mbak Rara, help me to get close to Ken yes, uh I mean Mr. Ken" said Bianca.

I immediately fell silent. I don't know why there is a feeling of displeasure to hear Bianca's request. He wanted me to be his intermediary with Ken. Can I do it? With a heart that always shakes when you remember Ken's name?

"Mbak Rara," call Bianca, break my reverie.

"Huh, yeah. Why Bi?" I stared at the confused girl berparas ayu.

"You want to help me, help me?"

"please. I promise to repay Rara's kindness! I really like Ken. Since we first entered. But I don't dare say it."

"Why don't you ask for help when Ken hasn't announced that he's the director and the son of the owner of this company?"

"There are many considerations, ma'am. But believe me, I like Mr. Ken not only because he's a director. But it's because he's good. Rara's mother must know how Ken so keep his worship."

"But how?".

"Mbak Rara was once close to Mr. Ken, must have his phone number, right. Ms. Rara can start by wondering if she already has a close female friend or not. If Mr. Ken says not yet, you can offer me my name. So did Rara."

"Is that so?" I scratched my head that wasn't scratching. I don't know why this time it feels so hard to help Bianca.

"You are Rara."

"But not for dating, right?"

"If Ken wants to get married, I'm ready for Rara."

"That's it."

"Yes to Rara."

"Well, God willing, I'll talk." O Lord Rara, what are you doing. Why should you accept a request you don't want to make!

I immediately regretted accepting it. If you don't like it, don't want to.

***

At five o'clock in the afternoon. Work hours just ended. When I was about to go home, suddenly my HP rang. A message from Ken, I almost jumped up when I saw his name appear on the main screen.

[Ra, can I stop by the house?] said Ken.

Reply, no. Reply, no. Reply, no. I finally decided to ignore the message even though my heart was struggling to order me to reply.

Remember Ra, don't play with fire. After all, you have agreed to be an intermediary between Ken and Bianca.

You must be aware. Bianca is more suited to Ken. She is beautiful, comes from a family and is also very beautiful. Very good with Ken!

The motor immediately drove towards the house. Along the way I kept thinking, if Bianca were to be with Ken, would I be able to accept it with a chest of air? Before that happens, from now on I have to rearrange my heart so as not to think about Ken anymore.

Forget him .. forget .. forget it. forget it.

I'm going to start over from zero. To be the old Rara. Rara is not easy to like with just any man. Rara who always locked her heart tightly so that not just anyone can stop.

Maybe it's true, yesterday I could feel a strange thump with Ken because I was in a position that was very upset and tired of the disturbances from Arif, he said, so a little bit of Ken's kindness has made me melt.

The journey from the office to the house I used to reflect and recall how Rara used to be. Cuek, not easy to get close to just any man and always closed when someone tries to get close.

Maybe some time in the future I'll act like that. Not because I cannot forget Arif, but I want to rearrange this heart so that if the right person, God's choice has come, then I am ready to accept it.