CALL ME MAS!
Prasetya Is Late
Staring at the mirror splits the hair using the hands, moving gently with pomade. A sweet smile was implied on his handsome face.
The youth with clean skin, handsome face with a height of 180 centimeters, sitting on the bed and lifting the right foot tied the untidy shoelaces.
Closer to the table and pull the zipper of the dark brown backpack slowly, while looking at the direction of the table making sure nothing is left behind.
He moved closer to the door and grabbed a brown leather jacket, then put it on while walking.
Sgeeeng!
The streets of the capital this morning were very crowded, I was riding a motor matic nimbly looking for a gap so that my motorbike could pass smoothly. I also have to find a way for the rats to get to where I work.
Shhhhhttttt!!!
I almost hit a black cat. "Selamet, selamet" I stroked my chest with my martial language accent.
I trace this path every day, from my boarding place in the Depok area of West Java. And the office where I work on TB Simatupang street, South Jakarta.
The seesss!! CHEESES!
Only half the journey of the rear tire of my motorcycle leaked, even though the time was more than 7 am. "Apes, I'm a late meneh" Well my jaw-dropping accent always presents itself.
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Prasetya Wardana, 24-year-old boy born in Boyolali. Prasetya graduates of Bachelor of Informatics from State University in the city of Semarang.
Prasetya, commonly called Pras, has lived for a year in the capital. Prasetya went wandering because of an invitation from a friend.
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More than fifteen minutes Pras guided his bike to find a tire patch, finally he found a workshop that was open. Pras parked his bike, then waited for the queue.
"Mas, is it still a long time?" Pras asked the workshop employee, because it had been more than five minutes the tires had not been seen as well.
"If the patch is still long, the others are waiting, or want to replace the new one." Answer the workshop employee casually and smile.
This morning the workshop has five motors patching the tires, there are also those who have replaced new tires, two new employees who came.
Pras was so nervous he didn't bring much cash. Because Pras is used to taking money every need only. But the motorcycle tire has also not been replaced for a long time, even one of the motorcycle tires has looked smooth.
"How many new replacements? I have no cash." Pras said that had thought about the motorcycle tires needed to be replaced new.
"Only 400 grand, no cash can transfer." The repairman showed me his phone.
Right, gini day is all sophisticated, why be confused. Pras finally saw a new motorcycle. Pras then chose two tubeless tires at a price that was more expensive than what the employee offered.
The bike shop is not too big, but there are several choices of motorcycle tires with the best quality.
Half an hour, the rear and front tires have changed. Prasetya started riding his bike and headed to his office.
The wuusssss!! Speeding.
It was too late to the office, but Prasetya smilingly greeted the security guard in the parking area. Pras entered the office door smilingly staring at the two recipes.
Semerywing!
Like there was a soft wind that hit Pras, "Remember eram, I dadi goosebumps" Pras steps stopped instantly.
Pras stepped into the elevator.
Pras was silent when he saw two women in the elevator. Pras shouldn't have gotten into the elevator if he knew it was them.
The two women only briefly saw Pras leaning in the corner. Pras was wrong with his behavior. One of the women gave a code, so that Prasetya immediately use the name tag of employees.
Prasetya who was leaning back muttered in his heart. "Meeting them, I forgot about this." Pras directly draped his name tag.
One of the women smiled as she got out of the elevator and Prasetya also walked out of the elevator as he reached her room.
Prasetya works in the accounting division, even though he graduates in informatics. Because during this office entrance exam test, Pras scores are very good in terms of calculating data. Moreover, looking for a job is very difficult, acceptable work is very lucky.
Disivi Accounting
Posts placed in front of the door.
"Pras, kowe hearien late?" Ask Mr. Miko.
(Pras, are you tumben late?)
"Replace the tire disik sir." Pras said while turning on his computer.
(Change the tires first sir.)
Fellow people from Central Java they are used to chatting with language so, although others are sometimes confused.
"Pras, you have to do this." Pinta Bu Nia with a sharp look.
Ms. Nia is the head of the accounting division. Bu Nia was also very disciplined and firm towards her subordinates.
"Ready mom Nia." Pras turned his chair and saluted Bu Nia who had already walked away from the room.
"Pras, will there be an event?" Ask Fika.
"Nothing, but I don't want to help you loe anymore" Pras replied with annoyance, because Fika always uses Pras to heat up her ex-boyfriend.
"Seriously you don't want to help me?" Fika asked who was typing out loud.
"100% serious." Pras was already very lazy with Fika who did not appreciate his help.
Fika was getting annoyed and cursing Prasetya, then the one next to her smiled hearing Fika who was already hyacinth.
"Loe must know herself. He's an ex. Why do you still care" said Maristha with meledek.
"You guys don't be noisy. If you hear Miss Nia. You can get a boom" said Mr. Surya, because Mr. Surya is already a senior in this office, even almost the age of Bu Nia.
The youngest are Fika, Annisa and Prasetya. Mr. Surya has a family and even his son is already in High School and Junior High School. Mr. Miko is also married but his son is only five years old. Maristha is also married and has two children who are still in Elementary School.
In that room only Annisa was the most reserved. He almost never told me about his life or his family. Unlike the others, they often tell about himself and his family.
Prasetya finished working on the task from Bu Nia, he copied the data on his flash. Then print it and give it directly to Bu Nia.
"Pras, kowe arep manganese neng ngendi?" Ask Mr. Miko.
(Pras, where do you want to eat?)
"I am arep neng canteen. Liyane arep neng ngendi?" Ask Pras.
(I want to eat in the cafeteria. Where are the others going?)
"We want to go out, there's a new restaurant." Maristha from inside the room pointed at the restaurant across the street that just opened two days ago.
"Yowes, I'm whining." Pras said then he tidied up his desk and went to follow them.
(Yes, I'm coming)
Prasetya with his style that is rancid and not pleasantries. Prasetya sat next to Miko, then chose his lunch menu.
Prasetya smiled at the expression on Fika's face, because he knew very well that Fika was very calculating.
"Fika, rasah is worried. Mr. Miko sing pay." Said Mr. Miko smiling and then continued his words, "This is just a thanksgiving, because Mamahnya Sherryl is pregnant again"
(Fika, don't worry. Mr. Miko paid)
Hearing that, Prasetya immediately gave a speech and hugged Miko, all smiling and congratulating Miko.
Prasetya knew Mr. Miko about eight months ago, from the beginning of entering to work directly with Mr. Miko. Even Prasetya has also visited the house of Mr. Miko and knows his family.
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