Beloved My Ana's

Piles of Rubbish

Rick stared pushyly at his desk, returning from upstairs to help his sister. The table has been crammed with lunch boxes as well as a few bread packs, and many more snacks.

"Sir Grace ?" rick exclaims OB who happens to pass not far from his cubicle while carrying a mop.

"Yes, Rick boy? there's something you can help clean, right?" she immediately approached Rick. They've known enough, since Rick first worked as a coffee photographer at the company 3 years ago. Rick often had lunch with the ob and og in the pantry. Rick prefers to bring the supplies he made himself, so that the money is not used much to buy food so every day.

"Here, there's a little windfall for dad and friends in the back. For as much as possible, sir." Rick pointed at the pile of food on his table. Grace stared doubtfully, she knew the box packaging was an expensive snack. Rick, who understood the meaning of his silence Grace, collected the food into one in a plastic container in his drawer. Don't ask where Rick got his. Rick always collects plastic scraps in his drawer, so that when there is food that begins to fill his table. He can get rid of it easily in one container, and pass it to his friends in the back.

Rick was very familiar with them, it was difficult for him not to remember the people who always helped him, when he was given a lot of work to sort back, the file was completed that day. That's why Rick is often overtime, if it's the end and beginning of the month. In addition to copying existing files and sharing to their respective divisions, Rick is also in charge of storing the files back into the folder in the file storage warehouse.

"Come, bring lunch with other friends sir. Rejeki pamali at dolak loh, later who said to fall flat." Seloroh Rick makes someone in the corner of the room frown his face. How could Rick cuss at her even without realizing it. Although Rick was very conscious when he said it, he knew there was a pair of ears that were eavesdropping on their conversation.

"Oh, you're not feeling well. Every day after we move up the ranks, Rick's son always buys us expensive food." His words grimaced embarrassed, but did not close his hand to reach the red plastic also from Rick's hand. Shame to want the title, yes Rahmat sir ?

"Father can be, brought oruh. The one in the supply box when you eat, Lia told nyuciin to continue narok aja in the pantry, later taken there." Said Rick as if the lunchbox belonged to him. Mr. Grace who is innocent at his age who is no longer young, just nods. After making small talk and saying many thanks either for the next time. Mr. Rahmat resigned to bring his mop and the red plastic Rick gave him to the back.

Rick sat down with relief, because now his table was clean from the seeds of complicated household problems. The man casually opened the drawer under his desk which he accidentally locked, then grabbed his backpack. Slowly Rick took out a purple box from his bag, his lips twinkling a sweet smile at the box.

"I'll just eat the food you cook, baby, take it easy, your husband is loyal. Because double it's a liver disease that has no cure." Rick opened his lunch box, the man was seen saying a prayer of gratitude for the food he would eat. The word amen ends the sentence of gratitude.

As he was about to feed the rice into his mouth, the clap of the curse made the rice in Rick's hand scatter. The man was surprised instead of playing, as he felt someone's hand pat his shoulder. With a hardened face holding back in anger, Rick turned his head to the side. The first thing he saw was the sickening face of Lisa, his division colleague with her. And that woman's cubicle, right in front of her cubicle.

"Didn't you see that I was eating?" rick doesn't care who he's talking to. Lisa looks scared, Rick who is quiet, he did not expect, can snap at her in such a way.

"I'm sorry, I don't think you're gonna eat yet" her great-grandson said. His tone slightly shook withstanding the cry.

"That's why! can't you see how the gesture of the person who is eating or who wants to be joked with." Rick's loud voice echoed again, and invited the attention of other coworkers. They had just finished lunch at the company cafeteria.

"Eh, the new kid why get angry with Lisa?" whispered a man asked his partner.

"I'm just nanya loh, don't know ya already. Why do you have to answer me using such veins. Dora's bottom line "scoffs Vino annoyed, what's wrong. Just asking no, why did Dora have to be that angry.

"Dora, Dora! once again you call me Dora, don't expect me to help you overtime again. Just do your job according to each tupoksi!" yodra's reply is getting jutek. The woman then sits roughly in her seat which is right next to Rick's cubicle. Their cubicles have 4 tables facing each other, but are limited by a glass barrier as high as an adult's chest.

"Sorry Rick, I really didn't know. I didn't accidentally, I'm sorry" Lisa said, so Rick could soften on her. The shame of the consequences on the mind by Rick, makes Lisa want to eliminate herself immediately.

"Go away. Don't mess up my desk again with trash!" rick is without feeling. Lisa's growing pias, the rest of their division knows, if she's the one who puts food on Rick's desk the most. Not wanting to serve the cold man's sharp mouth, Lisa chose to sit back to her cubicle. Vino pretends to be busy with his computer, even though he is not working on anything.

Rick continued his meal without a care that the break was over. The man ate deliciously the wife's delicious cuisine. Yodra glanced at the contents of Rick's stock from behind her glasses. Almost the same as yesterday, only this time the fried chicken sauce terasi. The smell of a pungent scent was appetizing from the direction of Rick's desk, but the man remained indifferent. It was as if only he himself was there.

Yodra ventured to speak to the ice wall beside her. "His son is very good, Mr. Rick. Homemade wife does not have two, sir?" yodra says stale base. Vino and Lisa glared at Yodra's words. They were sure that the geeky girl would soon be snapped up just like Lisa earlier.

Rick turned his head, his mouth still busy chewing, but still answered Yodra with a steady nod.

"Feeling my wife is always good, next time I'll share it with you. You'll be hooked if you try it once, my wife used to sell yellow rice as well as market snacks. The taste is so good, "praise Rick showing off his wife's skills without shame.

Yodra gawked, not her wife Rick's case of a yellow rice salesman. But for the first time, Rick talked long like that.

"Why? don't believe it ?" asked Rick who had just finished sipping his drinking water.

Yodra was misbehaved by Rick's question, "that's not it, I'm just pangling, you talked long today. Ordinary just okay, thanks, ready, done" Yodra imitated a word that is often said by Rick to his and other colleagues.

Rick chuckled softly, hearing an honest sentence coming out of Yodra's mouth. "It could be, I'm going to the back first, want this holiness. If anyone starts, say I'm going back." Reply Rick and leave a message. He was worried that the younger brother would have people call him again if his younger brother's shallow brain was still unable to understand the contents of the file he was studying.

"Ready, done!" yodra said, imitating a word Rick often said. Rick smiled amusedly then rushed towards the pantry. Vino immediately approached Yodra's desk with a full glance.