Fugitive Woman

How's Work?

Actually, Kinanti really likes to eat in the office cafeteria. In the past every lunch hour, Kinanti would prefer to eat there rather than looking for food outside like her coworkers. Especially if it is not a cheaper price?

But there are other reasons that make Kinanti feel at home to eat here. He can steal a glance at the figure he admired during his work here. The head of his first team he often called Mas Tristan. Just like Kinanti, Mas Tristan also always spends his lunch hours in the office cafeteria.

"More concise and efficient, Ti. I don't like that much." Mas Tristan replied when Kinanti asked.

And Kinanti very often ate alone with Mas Tristan. Just alone while chatting ngidul ngalur ranging from work to philosophy of life. But since being transferred as Darian's secretary, Kinanti can no longer do it all.

Every day Kinanti had to eat at her desk so that when Darian looked for her, she could always be on standby. If Kinanti was not around when Darian needed her, then Darian would instantly slam her in front of many people without hesitation. So what can I do? Every job certainly has its risks and being a Darian boxing samsak is a Kinanti job risk.

That day, Darian was out of town. Office travel said. But Kinanti memorized correctly that he did not have any schedule on that day. Maybe Darian wants to see his girlfriend and Kinanti doesn't care about it. Because there was a chance to disappear, Kinanti immediately slid into the office cafeteria when lunchtime arrived.

After walking for a few minutes and getting off by elevator, Kinanti finally arrived at that place. But that day the office cafeteria looked very quiet. There were only a few old employees who ate there. Even Kinanti was unable to find the figure of Mas Tristan he was waiting for.

"Bak Kinanti looking for Mas Tristan huh?" Ask the cafeteria mother when she sees the wailing Kinanti.

Kinanti.

"Yes, Mom. Tristan hasn't been here yet?" Reply Kinanti.

The canteen mom just shook her head. It seems that he is also not very aware of Tristan's whereabouts.

"But I haven't seen Mas Tristan in a few days. Maybe it's outside work or it doesn't work." Answer the Canteen Mother.

"Oh yes, maybe Ma'am. Yes, ma'am, I'm ready to eat first. Excuse me, ma'am." Pamit Kinanti who was replied with a nod from the Canteen Mother.

Since the cafeteria was very quiet back then, it wasn't difficult for Kinanti to find a seat. He chose to sit in the corner of the cafeteria so he could eat while listening to music from his playlist. Before long he was eating his snack, a middle-aged man approached him. His smile was friendly with dignity.

"May I join you, son?" Ask the old man who is friendly.

Kinanti was confused why this old man chose to sit in front of her even though there were many other empty chairs. But Kinanti just agreed to it and let the old man sit down. Kinanti then took off her earphones because she thought it was not a polite thing to listen to music in front of her parents.

Kinanti was silent. The atmosphere felt very awkward but Kinanti was confused about where to talk to melt the atmosphere.

"How long have you been working here, son?" Asked the old man trying to make small talk.

"This is in my third year, sir." Answer Kinanti.

"May dong if I tell you about your position." Pinta the old man with a smile.

The old man then scooped his food out for a mouthful while occasionally watching Kinanti tell a passionate story. Kinanti recounted from the beginning her struggle to beat thousands of competitors to get into the bottom of the company and how she loves working where she is now.

"Why do you like working here? Sorry if I asked a lot, I'm just a guest who happened to come here and I'm curious about the culture of the workers here." Said the old man later.

"Many reasons, sir. But most of all because I love this office environment. Fortunately I got a good team leader and was able to support me to improve. And my superiors are also very noble in heart sir. I like the people who work here." Kinanti Clearly.

The old man laughed. The young girl in front of him seemed excited to tell him about his career. Maybe it reminded him of himself when he was young.

"Then now you were transferred as what?" The old man asked, still curious.

"As secretary to the marketing director, sir." Kinanti.

The old man looked mangosteen. Maybe he knows Mr. Darian because it seems this man is not just an ordinary guest who visits only.

"That means your boss is Mr. Darian?" Keep the old man back.

Kinanti.

"How do you think Mr. Darian is?" Said the old man in front of Kinanti.

Kinanti. He was confused to answer how. Should he say that his boss is a jerk sociopath who has no conscience? Or maybe Kinanti should explain Darian as a temperamental human whose emotions are like a combustion furnace?

"Sir Darian is a very intelligent person and his way of thinking is efficient, sir. I was really impressed by his ability to make quick and tactical decisions." Answer Kinanti. Well Kinanti wasn't lying for that part. Because Darian's brain is very dilute.

Kinanti just laughed ambiguously.

"Indeed its nature is a bit exploding, sir. But that means he doesn't like slow performance, right? At the beginning of my work, he was often angry with me maybe because I was not too familiar with the rhythm of his work. But now it's all been reduced, sir. Along with my performance that further satisfied him, Mr. Darian was never angry with me again." Obviously Kinanti while smiling.

If you know the term sugarcoating, that's what Kinanti is doing right now. Making bad words sounds wonderful because he doesn't get to the heart of vilifying his jerk-off boss in front of strangers. Saying bad things about his boss is tantamount to lowering Kinanti's credibility as a secretary.

The old man then smiled meaningfully as if he had learned something very important. He put the last mouth in his mouth. With a sheet of tissue, the old man wiped his mouth and then straightened the water he was carrying in the bottle.

"Thank you for accompanying me to lunch. I hope you are successful in your life and hopefully good things will happen to you in the near future." Said the old man while shaking Kinanti's hand.

Kinanti just smiled kindly. Gesture flagship if confused to answer what. The man then stepped away from Kinanti who did not suspect anything. It never crossed Kinanti's head that her life would turn 180 degrees any minute.

...****************...

As usual, Kinanti was busying herself in her work. Though actually since becoming Darian's secretary, Kinanti's busyness has reduced very far. How can Kinanti be busy, if Darian alone is always lazy to attend any meeting? Not infrequently Kinanti days are only spent by changing the color of the table, opening youtube, and other non-essential things.

A woman who looked the same age as him stepped closer to Kinanti. The sound of his shoe right sounded rowdy against the floor. Kinanti turned her head and saw Friska, the Secretary of the President Director, calling out to him. Kinanti's eyes widened to look at Friska's shoes which produced a noise.

"Sttt!!!" Kinanti exclaimed as she placed her index finger on her lips.

Friska looked at me not understanding. It did not take long, he finally understood the meaning of Kinanti and immediately tiptoed closer to Kinanti. He tried his hardest not to make a sound. Because Darian hates this kind of noise. Even the entire floor in his office was fitted with carpets so as not to cause noise when anyone passed through it.

"Sorry! Sorry!" Said Friska quietly as she approached Kinanti.

"Oh, could I die if you were still noisy rich earlier." Gerrilla Kinanti.

Friska just laughed while hitting Kinanti's arm.

"Where's thanos?" Ask Friska. Perhaps because he was the owner's secretary of the company, Friska got a little bold with Darian. Friska is the only one who dares to call Darian Thanos.

"Going from the morning, do not know where it went. What are you doing here, Ka?" Ask Kinanti confused.

"I miss you, Ti. Here I kiss first." Tempted Friska while pretending to put her lips together.

Kinanti immediately pinched Friska's lips.

"Najis. Seriously, what are you doing here?" Ask Kinanti annoyed.

"You're looking for my boss, Ti. There's something to talk about with you he said." Friska said with a laugh.

"A district? Mr Dirut want to talk to me?" Ask Kinanti in disbelief.

Friska simply nodded as her hand reached for a snack at the Kinanti table.

"Yuk, there." Invite Friska while pulling Kinanti to come with her.

Kinanti wondered why the President Director of the company he worked for suddenly called out to him? Is it because he made a mistake? Because during his time working here, Kinanti never met with the President Director of his company. Never meet, never see it through. Not because of apathy or anything else, just that a corporate doormat like him has no interest in meeting with the Board of Directors.

Tok tok!

Friska knocked on the door to a large room. The room is located on the 8th floor. The top floor of the company building. Before long, Friska walked into the room alone and asked Kinanti to wait for a moment.

"Ti, let's go inside." Take Friska after she comes out of the room again.

Kinanti walked following Friska who entered first. His eyes were amazed to see the office. It is beautiful and the view is beautiful. The room is surrounded by glass with the best direct view of the city of Jakarta.

"It's a Kinanti, sir." Friska.

Friska's superior then waved her hand gesturing for Friska to leave Kinanti and her boss alone. Friska then left the room.

Moments later, the man sitting in the chair twisted his position. The one who initially turned his back on Kinanti became face to face with Kinanti. And how surprised Kinanti was when she saw the figure in front of her. Damn, it never crossed Kinanti's mind that the President Director of her company was that man.