FORCED TO MARRY BRONDONG

The Accept Work

“Huh ..“ repeatedly seen Zain sighing, while wiping the cold sweat that spread on his forehead. Hours of waiting for the interview call, made his heart flutter.

After three hours of waiting,

“Muhammad Zain!!“ the sound of the organizers calling his name.

“ Yes!“ zain swiftly stood up, then followed the staff who directed his way to the interview room.

“Siang sir, bu“ Zain shouldered his head.

“Siang“ one of the young women who will interview Zain smiling mesem-mesem.

“Please sit!“ a man, with a thick mustache, with a rogue face, pointed to one of the chairs.

“Good pak“ Zain landed his butt in the designated seat.

“What's your name?” ask the old woman.

“Muhammad Zain“ replied Zain.

“Ah, beautiful name, as beautiful as its people“ blemish young women, while kice-kicep.

“Can I know? What is your vision and mission to apply for a job in this place??” the mustachioed man launched his question, while playing his mustache.

“Iya pak“ with a burning spirit Zain stood up, then expressed his vision and mission when applying for a job at the company.

“Well, I will consider your application, wait outside for a moment, two more hours I will call back“ a rather old female order.

“Good ma'am, sir, excuse“ Zain rewind step, then go back out, and sit in the waiting chair.

Two hours later ....

“Muhammad Zain!” Back to the sound of the call.

“Iya bu“

“Please re-enter the room earlier“ order tall slim women it.

“Baik“ Zain re-entered the room.

“Muhammad Zain, after reviewing your vision and mission in the interview, we finally decided, we will accept you to work in our company“ explained the man with the mustache, which makes Zain immediately stand excited, Zain performed the celebration instantly.

“Whataa?? I got accepted for work, sir??? yyuuhuuuu!!!! yuuuhhhuuu!!” Zain jumped up and down in excitement.

“Ekkkhheeemmm!"

Zain stopped his celebrity, and again sat down “Ma sorry pak“ Zain lowered his head when he heard the moustached man thumping.

“Sorry sir, but I was placed in what section huh?” Zain was only aware of the work position he got.

“Ekhem, so this is for a while, Muhammad Zain we place in a very easy part first“ obviously pack a mustache, which sounds so ambiguous.

“Very easy how does it mean sir?” Zain was scratching, he didn't understand.

“For a while, you should help in my division“ is obviously a young woman, while twisting her hair.

“Ya already now you can go home first, tomorrow we meet again, you just come to the administrative division ya“ Pak mustache explained again.

‘Aaaaa ... So I was placed in the administration?? fun, Brother Yas must be happy‘ Zain monologues in his heart.

“If it is like that, I'm sorry sir, bu“ Zain bent his body, then came out of the room, after getting a nod from the interviewing team.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Zain had just arrived home, greeted very cheerfully by his wife.

“Sister! I escaped Brother, I received work“ Zain hugged his wife, then lifted her into the air, and turned her around excitedly.

“Zain, I'm dizzy!!” his wife complained, while holding his head, felt very dizzy because it was in a swirl in the air.

“Ah, yes sorry Brother, I am very happy Kak“ Zain kissed his wife's forehead many times.

“Yes, I know, congratulations to Zain, oh yes you are accepted to work in what part??” ask Yasmin excitedly.

“In Kak“ Administration section clear Zain with sparkling eyes.

“hah?? real time?? How can??” yasmin asked with a frown, as if doubting her husband's confession.

“Sister, Brother doubts my abilities??” zain asked, not liking his wife's question.

“Ish, no, just why is it so easy??” ask his wife still can't believe it.

“That's all because of my cleverness Brother,“ Zain patted his chest.

“Hah?? Yes yes yes“ replied Yasmin as she scratched, smiling faintly.

“Kakak??“

“Hmh?”

“What does Brother know??”

“What?”

“Today is a very tiring day, can I ask for something??”

“What?”

“Pijit,“

“Hah??? “

“Iya, here, and here“

“Aaaaaa Zaiiinnnnn !!” basic boy!! why can't his hands always be conditioned??? I really don't know time.

Ughb ...

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