EVEN THOUGH MY WIFE IS BLIND

27. Don't Sell It If You're Dear

Dalvin breathed a heavy sigh. Although he never underestimated the position of personnel, but that part was very draining of his energy.

He was immediately accepted in that section, because indeed the company was in desperate need of personnel staff. He was only a little worried, if Amira or Duta were there and met him.

The first day of work he was presented with a lot of work, so he felt overwhelmed.

"Vin, you recap payroll in the next two months, yeah…." Tell superiors.

"Good, sir…." Answer Dalvin mangut.

The first day of work, he arrived late at the office. He came home late without informing Soraya. He was supposed to be home at five in the afternoon, but by seven in the evening he was still wrestling at the computer.

"Pity Sora waited a long time. I just left lunch, and now he must be hungry…." Dalvin murmured, starting to unfocus.

"This too, why is it abandoned like this, huh? Does the director of the company know nothing about this?" He complained while looking at the computer screen in front of him.

Half an hour passed, Dalvin started tidying up his desk. He wriggled off the fatigue that he had been enduring since.

"Ah, it's finally finished as well…." Dengus Dalvin's.

Dalvin soon returns home, but when he reaches the parking lot, he is intercepted by someone he does not yet know.

"You're the new officer, huh?" Ask the guy.

"Yes, Sir..." Dalvin replied with a smile.

"That personnel part, huh?" Ask the person again in a mocking tone.

"Yes, Sir..." Dalvin's getting uncomfortable. He felt that the man was not worth repairing.

"Owh... I'm your boss... Starting tomorrow morning bring me a cup of coffee on my desk..." The guy's orders.

Dalvin's forehead shriveling. He wanted to protest, but whatever the force, it was his first day at work. He did not want to waste the opportunity that was already within his grasp.

"Good, Sir..." Dalvin Sahut.

"Good.., now go home…." The man grinned when he managed to make Dalvin a prey.

Dalvin immediately headed to his car, making the man call again. "Where are you going?"

"Back, sir..." Dalvin replied trying to contain the annoyance.

"Wear that car?" Show that person as if they don't believe it.

"Yes, Sir... This-"

"Personalia has a luxury car…? The manager of course can't necessarily have it.." Cut the guy with his arrogance.

"Oh, sorry, sir... My friend is rich, and he is very kind... I was offered to work with him, but I refused... So, he forced me to use his car on my first day at work." Dalvin told a lie.

Dalvin forced his smile, then got into the car holding back his annoyance.

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Soraya laughed incessantly. He heard Dalvin's story about his arrogant boss earlier.

"Just provide coffee you become irritated?" Soraya asked him.

"That's not my job, why did he tell me to?" Kesal Dalvin's.

"Just accept... You are a new officer... Than you got fired, how about?" Soraya said with her laugh.

"For one month I will obey, but look, it will not be more than one month..." Ketus Dalvin's.

"But I was surprised too... How could there be such a rule?" Soraya stopped her laughter, she started to look serious.

"Let's go. I just never know. If there used to be my subordinates who experienced the same thing that I feel right now..." Dalvin said he remembered himself in the past as a director at his papa company.

"Ah, I'm the sloppy one... I should have been more thorough then…." The man seemed desperate.

"Had it been, it was our nature to be subordinates." said Soraya who could understand Dalvin's feelings.

"If I was given another chance to become the company's chief director, I would pay attention to something as small as this... I don't like any oppression..." Firm Dalvin.

Soraya nodded. He smiled at Dalvin's every word. Sometimes this man can be more mature, but sometimes can be a child because of his request.

"May be granted, yes..." Soraya said later.

"I want to sell my car, then I make a dirt bike..." Dalvin said as he glanced at Soraya.

"Why sold?"

"Low employees use luxury cars? Motorcycle parts can prevent jams..." Dalvin.

"Don't you regret it later?" Soraya's question challenged the doubt in Dalvin's heart.

"Ti-dak..., why should I regret it? That car I bought, also with my own efforts all this time…." Answer Dalvin.

"I can't see, Vin. But, I can feel your feelings. Don't sell if you love. If you don't want people to know it's your car, you can take the busway or ojek…" Papar Soraya was so wise, making Dalvin re-think his plan to sell his car.

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