Ex-girlfriend Diary

Not Him

"Like the rain that always poured from the sky down, my race with you need not turn around. You and I may have to be separated. Let our memories be history."

At 08:20 The Narend's Tower. Madam Shanty Fashion House. "Morning, Brother Bella! Today our team has a noble task what?"

"Hi, Kim! Good mornings! Ten more minutes of internal meetings, yeah. Oiya, take Omella! Ask him to bring you the latest design album and the one from yesterday. Plus, one. Can't be late."

"Ow-ow-oow! We're gonna eat people, are we, sister?"

"So! Check the group. The meeting material is there. Okay?"

"Ashiap, Brother!"

And so began the pre-internal meeting furore in the combined messaging group between Wardrobe & Costum Team plus Omella and some representatives from other teams. In less than ten minutes, the participants were ready in the meeting room. Except Omella.

After a brief dip before shifting the chair and sitting down, Bimo patted Kimmy on the shoulder. "Kim, Mella's mother isn't seen yet? I told you, can't it be late?" Bimo.

"That's it, Mas! I've been trying to call him not lifted! How, dong?"

"But he should know, dong, there's a half-nine internal meeting?"

Kimmy nibbled on her lips a sign she was agitated. "I checked in Omella's rich group even has not activated her phone yet. Last active before eight, Mas. Aihh, make the soul not calm, anyway, this one child!"

"Mella's always on time, anyway, Kim."

Until Bella enters the room one minute before the agreed meeting time. Bella stood behind her chair. He threw a glance around the room. Eyes seeking.

"So, who hasn't entered the room?" Bella makes sure. The participants of the meeting examined each other on the right and left.

"The Design Team is still empty? No one yet?" ask Bella. Kimmy's getting nervous. "Kim, where's Omella?"

Kimmy shook his head with an anxious face.

...*...

Sheet by sheet the sketch paper is roughly flipped. A beautiful woman held the sketchbook with a look of disdain.

"All rubbish! Rich gini you say choice? What good?"

That soft voice could very well be classed as sexy had it not been sarcastic, inner Omella. With her head bowed, Omella stood in silence. Both of his hands were clinging as obedient manner.

However, the woman who is leaning on the edge of her desk is one of the important people. Omella sounds like that. At least more or less than the unpleasant conversation at the diner last night.

Perhaps there is a point A Kim to call it Demon Klepon. Clad in a dark green canal dress that this morning was unfortunately without blink-blink, the woman was worthy of suspicion as the embodiment of a beautiful monster from the ranks of management. The parasites are polished expensive and classy makeup. Her clothing pieces are very fashionable and elegant.

His way of speaking was awake, far from a tacky impression. But his arrogance and showy aura of power felt so strong. Honestly, Omella even felt that even though she looked classy, the woman was a bit lacking insight. Well, whatever, his name is superior if arrogant and pretentious in power. Omella was already full of such a situation.

BLACK IT!!

"There again?" The woman asked after slamming a random sketch album onto the table. Omella was shocked. The sound of his dings was quite loud. Some people outside Omella's room who stole the view and heard so shocked. Among them, he was flushed aside.

Omella nodded. Immediately he turned towards the shelf behind him, taking out another two sketch albums. Then handed over the two with as polite an attitude as possible.

From the direction of the entrance of the Design Team unit, Bimo ran over, rushing over, directly towards Omella's room. But as soon as he saw the person Omella was facing, his steps came to a halt with a clear squeaking sound. Both of his eyes were wide. Mouth gaping. What he saw at the time was unexpected.

With the lightning speed of his fingers type the news with the shortest, solid, and clear diction to the internal meeting group that had begun to meet at that time. After successfully sending word, Bimo tries to calm down while looking for the idea of creating a loophole to save Omella.

In the meeting room, the information sent by Bimo created an uproar. Kimmy, the person who first read the message instantly jumped out of his chair.

"Oh eM Ji! Omella we're under attack by Demon Klepon, Gaes! Em, I mean, Ms. Melani just bumped into Omella in the Design unit! Gosh's! What to do? What to do, Sist?"

Anyone could see that Kimmy was panicking, between pity, annoyance, and shock at receiving the news. Bella who led the meeting did not lose her shock. For a few seconds, Bella was speechless. Mind empty. As if trying to digest: Melani is coming to Omella. But what does Melani want? Certainly not for hospitality. Melani is only friendly if there is a want and a need. Other than that, impossible. Moreover, Melani from the beginning did not like Omella for unexplainable reasons. So, what's the reason Melani came to Omella this early in the morning. Especially after last night with her great pretentious Melani sparks a bad idea that is sure to corner new designers like Omella. What intentions, that female witch?

"Sister Bella!"

"O!" The cry of Kimmy who called her made Bella stop busy with all her analysis.

"Call Sister Salma or Madam Shanty now! Save Omella now, Brother! Urgent! Now!"

Ahah! Agreeing without a word, Bella immediately grabbed her phone and contacted someone. "Hello? Sister Salma? Ma'am, please dong, Ma'am .... "

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Moments earlier, Madam Shanty and Salma had just left the parking area of the Narendra Buldings integrated building complex. The two walked towards the elevator as Salma's phone rang.

"Yes, hello, Brother Bella. With Salma, can you help, brother?" Salma who was initially relaxed suddenly took a serious attitude. "I'm the same Mama was in the elevator. We'll be here soon. Let us handle it later. Thanks, yes, Brother Bella. Till later. Yoo."

The conversation ended. The elevators were already moving up carrying them across floor by floor in The Narend's Tower.

Had Salma's face not changed, Madam Shanty had no intention of asking. Because the opposite happened, then... "Who, Sal? Bella's? Any issues?"

Salma nodded. "Overnight's problems are still on, Ma. It's the same thing with Melani's idea. Why would he act first without the consent of the others? Last night, Mama said okay with her idea?"

Asked that, his mother was confused. "Mama didn't feel like a response yes and no, last night. Indeed, Mama appreciated. Mama said Melani's idea was good. But it will make the show and what he said was his consideration seabreg. You do not want to have to meet first with all existing units. Can't keep him or anyone on his own. Does he have a team and a strong investor?"

"Ooo. In conclusion, there is no ACC from Mama, right?" Salma made sure.

"Not yet" insisted the mother. "Especially the plan involves many parties. It is not possible to dong overnight immediately decided. It is also not logical that such a thing is discussed very casually as in a recreational dinner like last night. Not funny, dong, Sal!"

"OKAY. Then Mama will go straight into the room. I'm going to the design room to meet Melani, "Salma said. "Soalnya just Kak Bella Ngabarin, Mama's favorite fashion designer newly dikerjain Melani," he explained. My mother was immediately surprised.

"Huhuh?"

...* *...

"Where, Say? You diapain?"

Omella smiles. "Not a thing, Ma'am Say!"

"really? Bimo said the Design kids saw for themselves the Klepon Demon slamming stuff onto your desk. That's called bullying! Intimidation!"

"Thankfully beautiful. Win face with body tuh him!"

"Yes, right! Try him ugly, surely no one wants the lyrics he became a model or close to him."

"Hush! Huh, ah! No body bullying! If we are rich, we are not much different from him" Omella said.

"Hadyuuuh! Omella can still yes, be patient facing a viper like her? Dudud! Ogah if I am mah. No-no-no-no! Aiy is suspicious, he deliberately raised himself and ngaku-ngaku become assistant neighboring company. Look out if it is really rich and found out with Aiy! Get the girl!"

It still continues. Melani's discussion is bossy and bulldozed Omella into a hot topic across units until the end of the day break. Though the people are no longer in the integrated complex area of Narendra Buildings. Until saturated ears Omella followed the conversation during lunch together.

"Gaes, dong! You guys don't want to go back to the room?"

"Ah, Omella, you diligent son! There's still five minutes" another protest.

"Five minutes make your way from the rooftop to the floor we're passable, you know! Yep, ah! If you're still long, I'll go first. There is a design that is still unfinished. Bye, yes, Gaes! See you later!"

Omella moved dexterously to provide her empty box. His heart is lighter now. He wanted to forget Melani and all her arrogance this morning. You could say the problem is over. Salma and Madam Shanty themselves intervened to straighten out all the uniqueness this morning.

Yep. Omella chose to call it unique. Management is not his business. So if there are people who feel as a figure or part of top management wrong track to accidentally complicate the children onion aka ordinary employees like himself, his business back to the level of management, dong. Why does he interfere and make it difficult for himself to take care of things that are not his business?

Omella is self-conscious. She's new to Madam Shanty's Fashion House. Just past a two-month internship. This is her third month in Madam Shanty's work circle as well as the first month officially hired as a designer. Not even a month, actually. But Omella was happy, because some sketches passed the qualification of the owner of the fashion house and entered the production queue. That's a big achievement for him.

Not just a figment, indeed, that Madam Shanti is a curator of fashion design that is strict and has high standards. Omella has proved it little by little. He understood, right now he was working with great people. That's why Omella's determination is round. To realize her goals as a reliable designer, Omella wants to forge herself as optimally as possible under the foresight of a professional like Madam Shanty.

"Hi, Mella! Did you finish your break?" Bimo greets. "Oh yeah, it's okay, isn't it, this morning?" Omella nodded with a friendly smile.

"Nothing and no problem. Be kelar. Oh yea. No rest, Bim?"

"Later. There's an important guest, Mel. That, haven't finished the meeting, actually. So, after we had the meeting, half an hour there was a meeting of the bosses" Bimo explained.

"Oh, huh? Well, your break time is back, Bim?" Omella sympathizes. Didn't Bimo have been working since the early hours of this day, inner Omella. Must be at this hour he needs calories. "So, take!" Omella pulled out a box of soy milk from her bag. "Feed a protein wedge, Bim!"

"Well, thank you, ma'am!"

As the head of the security team, Bimo takes full responsibility for office security. Sometimes the break time is also treated as a form of loyalty. Bimo chose to set his own hours of rest that fit his situation and work responsibilities. That is what made Omella and many people salute her, amazed at her.

"Masamas. Go to the room first yes," said Omella. Just a step past the meeting room, the door of the room was opened. Someone stepped out. His steps were quick and swift. Whose figure, Omella does not know because she walks behind him.

"Yes, hello, good day, Mr. Aaron! Sorry, slow response, new out of the office, sir."

DEG!

That sound familiar to Omella. The man walked away from the meeting place, opposite to Omella. The aura of that person also seemed to lift up memories. Omella's steps slowed down. Curiosity suddenly arises.

Omella, what's it, anyway? The man came out of the meeting room. Don't remember what Bimo said? There's just been a boss meeting! That is, that person could have been one of the bosses that Bimo meant. Well, where's your acquaintance being the boss? The number of your friends can be calculated with your own fingers and toes!

Already, back to work! Go back to your room!

"We just made details for yesterday's change. At the latest tomorrow morning we'll send it to your secretary."

That voice...

"Yes, Sir. If it is okay, mature, in accordance with our agreement, then I send the final to the Father. Trust me in my hands, sir. As much as I can, I will not disappoint you."

That way of talking.. Those words and promises...

"Okay, Mr. Aaron. I'll make sure there's no problem..."

Did he.... Her.... But, where is it possible?

"Where, sir? Me? Badra, Sir. Ja. You're welcome, Mr. Aaron. Thanks though. Good day."

DEG!

Did he say Badra? Called Badra? Or maybe I heard it wrong?

There was another sound of the man stepping back towards the door. Omella reverses body. Honey, that person has returned, disappeared into the meeting room.

A badra? Is that Badra? The same Badra I knew?

"Mr? Omella Ma'am?"

Bimo's greeting makes Omella jump small. Jerked. Bimo who was in shock also gasped, stepping back.

Omella, woy conscious!

"Cong-witted, Ma'am? What was? Ma'am dizzy?"

Omella shook her head and smiled foolishly. It feels awkward to be caught daydreaming. "Em, someone from the meeting room just got off the phone, huh, Bim?"

"Yes, Mother. Mella's mom knows?"

Omella shook her head quickly. "Make a question. Who was that, Bim?" Omella asked me. Fear of sounding people in the meeting room though less likely. The meeting room has been equipped with sound absorbers integrated with walls, floors, and even ceilings. It's almost impossible for there to be a sound leak unless there's a crack in the door.

"If the former boss is the director of a neighboring company, Mbak," said Bimo.

"Oh. Her name?"

"I know his name is Mr. Badra. But the whole thing doesn't know. Uh, betewe, Ma'am, very handsome, Ma'am, the guy. You saw that, didn't you, Mommy? Geeh! Tall, strapping, athletic, neat, cool, Top anyway, Ma'am!"

"Hush! Even gossip!" Omella and Bimo chuckled. "I didn't see anything. Shocked to hear his voice. Rich acquainted. But if the boss, let alone the director, I'm wrong. I don't have a big acquaintance, Bim. Yes, I went to my room. Bye ya!"

"OK, Mommy. Uh, Ma'am, Ma'am! Greetings, right? Acquaintances! That's fine, make the future prospect," god Bimo nosy.

"Hush! It's noisy! Udah, ah," said Omella smiling happily as she passed. In her heart, Omella was comforted. That voice, even though he was the wrong person, was able to comfort him in an unexpected way. He continued his steps with a smile of relief. Relieved to hear the sound of ya g as ever known. At once relieved if he had just misidentified the owner of the voice as someone in his past.

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