Don't Be Ferocious Dong, Non !

Sustenance

I hate waking up in the morning.

I hate to see people rushing on the streets, breakfast lightning fast while waiting for public transport, sweat on their neat clothes, worried and angry gazes so one, the smell of sweat is combined with the smell of perfume.

Seeing all that, my heart that had been cool even became hot.

And transmit their grievous attitude.

But the saying goes, get up early so that your recovery is not pegged by chickens.

This saying also comes from another saying that says :

Don't lose wisely to the rooster. He crows at dawn, you're still sleeping.

I think that saying only applies to merchants. The earlier he opens the store, the more he gets buyers.

However, does it apply to workers whose salaries are received monthly?

Isn't it important to reach the target, not get up early? Maybe it's a matter of disciplinary judgment.

Nowadays, even freelance who sleep early and wake up late, are still richer than employees who never wake up late.

Leaving aside religious affairs, if worship is the time is raw inviolable must be done before the punishment. Even after that, sleep again.

However,

Since working for Miss, I woke up early.

Because what?

What more is the reason if not to serve the lamp of my heart.

Miss Dias.

Miss used to be at the office at 10 a.m. It counted 'already noon' for office workers.

But she works from dawn, with her brawling media.

Noni's used to waking up in the morning. The reason is, the average conglomerate wakes up early. And his clients are mostly conglomerates.

So Marketing Director in banking companies must be 'service excellent' at all times. Often, the dawns have been sent a short message: what is the rate today?

What happens if Miss does not wake up in the morning and immediately reply to messages in seconds? The conglomerate turned to other bankers to invest its money.

Don't mind they're busy calling Miss again.

Rejeki also escaped pegged chicken.

Miss working with target. Within a month he had to find people who want to keep his funds in the bank, with a target of 150 billion.

Therefore, every movement of the clock is like money to him.

It's natural that he's emotional late, especially if it's because of me. A useless, self-informed subordinate.

This afternoon, while waiting for Miss to work, I waited in the car park. I changed my pants that were hit by a savage stain.

Geez, even while sleeping I can act immoral.

The brown pants folded and I put them in the back seat, I stacked them with pillows that were also hit by drops of 'child-to-be' mine.

I'll put it in the washing machine at Miss's house.

Then I stared at the cloudy sky of Jakarta. The cloud is gone, replaced by a reddish-colored sun.

I pocket my shirt, I stick a cigarette.

I enjoyed this afternoon, I felt the breeze with the scent of rain still remaining.

The cold makes my body comfortable.

About an hour later, Miss got into the car while scowling.

His red lips formed an upside-down crescent moon.

Sweet you, sweetie ...

When are you gonna put that lip on my neck?

"This is the last time you acted, I almost lost 20 billion because you fell asleep" his voice was low and full of regret.

I was more afraid that he would speak in a low voice like this, than to curse me with a thunderous voice.

But it seems that work is his life. It's important to him.

Everyone in his family worked hard to get Father to acknowledge them.

I swallowed my mouth nervously.

My son is angry, and this is serious.

But I know he won't miss that chance.

Because Miss is a smart woman.

And I have no meaning for his life, only one small pebble that if stepped on a little pain but has no effect on the metabolism of the body.

"You know that the road was often jammed, why did you even go through there?" The lady still spoke in a low voice.

"Forgotten, Non," I replied.

"Lying" replied Miss.

Oh, my God, he knows.

"Whatever your reasons, tomorrow I will not tolerate your actions that hinder my work. Know, Danar?"

I nodded once, but my gaze remained forward. I dare not look at Miss's face.

My hands are squeezing the steering wheel.

I'm worried now.

Not worried about the diomeli issue, but I'm more worried about getting fired.

That means I won't see you again.

Patience, Miss.

I'm not gonna do anything anymore.

I can't bear to see you exhausted.

A short message was sent to my phone, the string vibrating from inside my pants pocket.

I glanced at Miss, she was busy with her phone. Then I steal the time to peek a little into my phone screen.

It's written on my screen, though,

20 Billion yes Boss, done.

I also retaliated.

Additional deposits, 50 billion. Bank rate, roll over. I want the target to be achieved faster.

I'm typing as fast as I can my fingers can move.

It must be across there my opponent is frowning. The boss is friday.

Bank rate interest is low, rollover anyway, it means following the bank provisions and not in-specialized. If their shares are good, yes, high, their shares are usually low. For what investment with such minimal profits?!

But who would dare to protest against me?!

Then I slipped my phone back into my pants pocket. And I pressed the gas pedal, out of the office area at moderate speed.

Nonaku was still busy with his jaw, and his pouting lips.

Let it be, she'll be smiling soon. Good news is coming soon.

Although I like the look when nagging, but I prefer the smile.

"You replace Bik Isma for a week, until I get a new ART" he murmured later.

My lips also gave a satisfied smile.

Luck is on my side.

God loves me.

Even my money ludes I don't care.

The disguise with the target Miss so my wife too, will continue.

Why am I so hard to disguise?

There's a reason behind it, I'll explain later, I'm busy driving now.

Blessings from God for His worshipers.

Or is it a test from God for His prospective inhabitants of heaven?

The sustenance makes you happy, sad, worried, dizzy, jumped happy.

The forms vary, from money, oxygen, health, to love.

Getting picked up is not necessarily possible

Silenced not necessarily stalled

God's Right to the People's Needs

We need to make it a benefit

My Rezek is Miss

I thought I wasn't able to see you again

My recovery is to live longer

Including meeting him in the morning

I accept my rezek with gratitude

No matter who's tweeting

Even though I got moldy soil

and neighbors get carnations

Envy of spite has not ended

My sustenance is not the sustenance of others

Unexchangeable unbought without brim

"Capek, I .." complained Nonaku as he lifted his head and sighed.

I just shut up. I want to apologize but later he gets more emotional.

I'll just wait until he calms down a little bit.

"Where's the pillow?" he said, then he looked back, "Oh there," and grabbed ...

Oh, Naw!

I couldn't stop him. Can only stare at him while tense from driving.

I saw in the slow motion effect,

Sweetie grabbed the pillow with one hand,

take him to his chest, please,

his hands hugged the dacron curse,

his head was thrown to the surface, though,

the stain was right pressed against his cheek,

then he closed his eyes.

And his eyes opened again, frowning.

"What smell does it smell? You've washed the pillows yet, have you?"

I'm sorry, Miss ...