Hearts to Saila

SAIL. eps. 1

I'm tired, I'm tired of the problems of this endless world.

The world is hard, there is no place for me to feel happiness for a moment

after I experienced an endless array of problems. The adult world that I

imagine a small time that I thought was beautiful, smooth, and free, collapsing instantly. My imagination turned out to be just the imagination like a fairyland that looks always happy. Where did that imagination go ?

Oh yes I forgot, it turns out that the imagination has collapsed. That I

doing this right now is simply resigning and accepting this destiny. Maybe my life scenario should

winding first at this time, I must be strong, only this self is my reason to be strong at this moment, I just

trying to love myself, I was fed up with false promises and expectations

the sweet hope, the trust that I made and formed was shattered as well as the imagination

like that fairyland.

Until finally there was a man who I knew as a superior invited me to

married. Who managed to make my confidence collapse even more, afraid if he

he got me married just because he felt sorry for me.

“ Allow me to marry you.” Yes, this word that managed to come out of his mouth when

I was in his room.

“ Sorry, what sir? Married?.” Manya make sure.

“ Yes, I have seen your great self.” The short answer that worked for me

dumbfounded.

What say? My great self? Which one do you see, sir?. You

not knowing anything about me, my past, my trauma and all my problems.

I

afraid of past events repeated, events that managed to make me regret for a lifetime

life, which managed to tear down my world in a moment. It seems like this Pak Arta will only

play with me like Mas Fandi yesterday, the destroyer of my world in a moment.

“ Em, sorry sir, I don't want to drop your expectations, but you don't

know me, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed.”

This is the only reason I have for

reply to my superior's request.

“ Assume you are in debt to me. I know all your problems, I want to

save and accompany you, or I call one by one here?”

“ Em, maybe you're wrong sir, sorry, I didn't share my problem with

anyone, maybe you are wrong, I am an intern here who is only 1 month sir,

friends even close family I don't know my problem .“ said I dodged.

“ Saila Salsabila Hamidah, 7th semester student majoring in Psychology, State University A,

father Zakaria's daughter and mother Fitria.?” Unmistakably.

“ Student mother Alya Zahira, sister of Aqil Darmawan, and has interests

with Adena Natania?”

really surprised I heard Adena's name, you know

where do I have business with her because of her husband?

“ Sorry enough sir. I don't want to hear the past, you mean what you want

marry me? I'm sorry I'm not a cheap woman, sir, and I don't want to be pitied.

I'm sorry” I said quickly and as soon as possible out of the room.

What does Pak Arta mean to bring that up? Wanted to play me like Mas Fandi

played me? Yes I remember very well, mbak Adena Mas Fandi's wife, then what

related to Arta? Who knows if he's Adena's friend or not

his enemy and wants to use me for revenge against Mas Fandi?

I don't know him either, for sure he doesn't know me.

Oh enough, this brain turned out to have traveled far enough to imagine what was thought

Or did I just drop my internship contract? Oh no, that's a very unlikely choice, right now I need money, and definitely the opportunity to enter a large company that has been my target all along.

There's no way I'm ruining my dream just because of that petty boss and giving up job opportunities here. And how am I supposed to deal with that person while I'm here?

And even if I have a job here, maybe I'll keep seeing him. Oh my God

this dilemma especially.

“ Hey, daydream anyway. Ready not yet PPT to make a presentation for the meeting pak Arta?”

ask Ita to me.

“ Ha? What mbak? THE PPT? Presentation?” I was like a bego.

“ Lah yes, did not you enter the room of Pak Arta earlier? You should know dong.”

continued.

“ Be not yet mbak, em indeed meeting what time mbak?”

“ Geez Saila, later after lunch. There was a meeting with the manager

othersmore. Yaudah you work immediately, find all the data. You can ask for help

everyone in our division to process the data, and could also ask the secretary for help sir

Arta tuh's. Maximum work, your time is still a little.” He was straight at me looking at his watch.

Well, I only have an hour and a half before lunch, meeting this time

weekly data where data must be balanced and accurate. I don't have the heart either

asking for help from the seniors here, my mentality is too small, and it looks like they are busy

all, not just busy, but super busy. And for sure, I'll meet

pak Arta returned during the meeting.

Dear God, I will tell you where my face is, I do not want to show my face before him.

Okay, time for war.

I didn't want to think about it for now.I ran around to ask for data and work on my PPT, asked the senior, asked for help and

running to the secretary of the Arta pact, luckily Pak Arta was busy inside and I didn't meet

with him for a while, at least I can mentally prepare if I meet him later.

With lightning fast I worked and I gave lunch time for this task. Although, this stomach actually needs intake to fight, but the reality did not have time to put anything into the stomach.

“ Do not be serious, this bread, at least make a stomach wedge lah.” said secretary Pak Arta

while giving bread to me.

“You have a lot of mbak, mbak not lunch?” Ask her.

“ Udah, I always bring supplies, afraid that if I eat out arrive Pak Arta call, right

ga calm eat it hahah.”

“ Ah yes too, very busy huh mbak? Is it difficult to cooperate with Mr Arta?” ask me while

whispered into.

“ Busy anyway, but I enjoy it. If Pak Artanya is a good person, firm, authoritative but

do not like snapping snapped his employees like other superiors, just how to cooperate with him.

But she is still single, her love story ngenes, kasian.” Whisper his secretary to me.

So now he's single, keep taking me to marry you? It's weird, but there are

suspicion too.

“ Father ga easily deket women. A lot of people back off when I see, Dad

by oneself. Various kinds and types of women come here, but many are eliminated. Well, yeah,

I met a lot of women, ranging from beautiful, sexy, rich, pinter, elegant etc., a lot

deh. The end of the father is very cold if the same woman, but if the same coworker, bah, bah,

good poll.” connect his secretary.

What facts do I get? Facts from his secretary, facts

how astonishing. I asked back about where he was

getting me married, what was the motive behind it until he chose me? Bah, dizzy thinking

the ash ash thing.

“ Anna, prepare later.” Pak Arta orders to his secretary while opening the door and he says it depends when he sees me with Ms. Anna.