
Dhatu hurriedly returned to the room with some corrections and what Dirga asked for the next day. Soon Dhatu returned, Dirga followed to his room. He spoke briefly with Mira, asking that Dhatu start reporting to her tomorrow the data the call center receives every day. Dirga's arrival made many people look at Dhatu full of questions, many evil thoughts that they aimed for the tiny woman with the face of the ayu. Dhatu doesn't care, he has to keep his job. He did not want to lose his independent attitude and had to rely on Dirga who until now did not give him the right as a wife. He could not ask either.
The man was always full of refrigerators, but never talked about how their family's finances would be. Because of all that, Dhatu must not lose his eye of search. After all, by working he could set aside a little salary to give to his parents who are old and depend on their food stall business.
"It turns out not enough to tease Mas Krishna. Now Dhatu has levelled up to tease him until the CEO loh." silvy's voice sounded as soon as Dhatu sat in his place.
Really Dhatu began to feel sick of hearing the words full of humiliation that he often heard. In fact, both are new children, he is more senior in the room, but the twenty-year-old girl seems unable to maintain ethics. Know what they are about Dhatu's life? Dhatu know defending yourself in front of people who do not like you, will only add another bad story. Therefore, Dhatu never did.
"It turns out, young girls are now losing to women who are almost thirty years old like me. If you can get both, why waste one of them?"
Dhatu stared at Silvy who seemed to be holding back his sense of regret. Dhatu rolled his eyes panted, not wanting to care about that brainless beautiful face. There is no point in defending themselves, it is better to upset them with all their own accusations.
"Return, Tu," said Krisna who just returned from the bathroom.Dhatu smiled, then nodded slowly.
"Nation of the field is not eaten?"
Dhatu turned to the table and patted his forehead softly. He forgot the rice field that had been bought by Krishna, but his stomach was too full and could not spend it anymore. However, it is impossible to throw away food.
"Are you hungry?"
"Yes, Tu. Eat first instead of getting ulcer," said Mira from behind her computer screen.
"Yes, Mother. Thank you," said Dhatu while standing with rice padang at his desk.
"I eat first, Mom."
Krishna nodded, then resumed his work. Dhatu walks gontai towards the pantry, thinking of the best way to rice the field in his hand. Eaten up, thrown away too, dear. Dhatu was surprised when he met Dirga in the pantry, the man folded his hands on his chest while staring out the window. Dhatu gasped as Dirga turned towards him. The man smiled at Dhatu who was wronged because he was caught watching him.
"Why go to the pantry?"
Dirga walked closer. Dhatu subconsciously held his breath in a matter of seconds, then his heart pounded erratically, a feeling he had just felt in a man. Maybe just because I'm worried. I don't know, Dhatu doesn't understand the taste that fills the heart.
"Want to eat again?" dirga asked a glance at the plastic that Dhatu brought, "It turns out, you are strong to eat," he continued chuckling softly.
Dhatu pout. "It was full, but it was a pity that the food bought by Mas Krishna was thrown away. Besides ...."
Dhatu let his words hang in the air when he saw the anger in Dirga's eyes. Anger that he did not know why. The man grabbed the plastic in Dhatu's hand, then left the woman. Dhatu stood there, trying to digest what was happening.