Destiny Love Lyra, Between Love And Life
Call Me Mas
"To this day the backstage, inspector, packing 6 of you will be overtime. Please prepare and keep the spirit up for today!!."
"Yes to Fida today the pain cannot enter, so there will be a replacement in his position. Lyra, please pay attention to the people later because he is 1 part with you stage inspector," added mbak Dewi closed the meeting this morning.
After the meeting we immediately return to our respective positions, clean up and prepare jigs/what help we need in our work.
"Veasy? certainly today will be very tiring, added Ka' Fida there is nothing" I said.
Mr. Dimas is slowly approaching our line.
As usual he will check the work of a substitute who now replaces Kak Fida next to me.
I tried to calm down beside him.
Because I realized my part work wasn't just any. I did a final check. There should be no mistakes. I try not to look/look in the direction where Mr. Dimas stands, so that my panic and groggy does not appear.
There was no communication between me and Mr. Dimas at the time. Enough of us knowing each other's presence.
****Bel break reads****
Some of us went straight to the cafeteria and some chose to do the prayer first to the mosque in this part of PT and then had lunch in the canteen.
I chose to move my feet to the cafeteria because my stomach could not wait anymore. Because this morning I almost had bad luck, rushed and did not have time to eat breakfast.
Suddenly someone patted me on the shoulder.
"Hay," said Mr. Dimas who joined the move to unite his steps with my step towards the canteen.
"Pack Dyed?" lirihku surprised.
"Bareng yuk!" he said while looking at me.
Inwardly ashamed to go with him. I'm just an operator, while he's an engineer of course my presence will make a lot of speculation people who see. I quickly accelerated my steps. Ignored it.
Relieved that the figure of Mr. Dimas is invisible, my mind
After a tray of rice and side dishes I obtained. I'll find a seat soon.
The table in the corner right next to the window was my choice. Until not long after, someone sat next to me.
"Ohh, Mr. Dimas. How does he know I'm here?" shirihku.
I devoured my food regardless, the heart again beating unknowingly and noticing the figure watching me.
"You're like a really good laper, huh?" Mr. Dimas opened the conversation with me.
"Y-yes sir," I said with a shy smile at him.
"Don't call me Father! I don't think I'm too old yet" he said with a look that didn't throw away a bit of my face.
"Father is my boss and older."
"Call me Mas if nothing else okay!!" he started eating his food.
"Mr, uh Mas. Why sit here? I don't feel good if anyone sees me. I'm just a production operator sir. Eh Mas, later afraid to be another talk," I said while pretending not to see it.
"Ohh, so you just disappeared afraid of being talked about by people who walked with me?"
He looked at my face very deeply and deeply. I realized immediately I turned my face away from her gaze.
"Don't look at me like that sir, eh Mas!!"
"Lo weren't you yesterday trying to see me?"
"Oh, the kmarin. Yes, uh Sorry sir."
"Stop call me Sir, okay!!!" he puts emphasis on his sentence.
"Yes, okay Mas, sorry."
"Yes, I don't know what your name is??"
"Itsa ....
I see the Clock is already at 12:30 at this time while I have not performed my Zuhur worship.
"I'm sorry, I'm first. I have not prayed afraid later to be late to the line, "I try to get used to my new call. I lifted my empty tray and left it.
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