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AT office I design very simple. From the outside it looks like an ordinary shophouse with two floors. However, the inside I make like a comfortable home to live in. Let all AT employees make this simple office their second home. I'll explain the AT office parts.

On the first floor there is a living room, there is a sofa model teak corner. It is said that the internet, a model like this again ngetrend. In addition to the sofa, there are also 3 bookshelves with complete contents of novels and private collections. The goal is that all employees when free time, take time to read books. Work in publishing but never read a book?

Still on the first floor, there are also two employee workspaces. Male employees and female employees are separated so they focus on work without any face-to-eye or mutual modusin other coworkers. Next to the employee workspace, the CEO's personal space.

Continue the second floor. There are two rooms of rest. Girl rest room, furniture there is a mattress, as well as a dressing table complete with various makeup equipment. I myself besides the publishing business, first the make up business. While the rest room guys, in addition to mattresses and television, there is a PS for playing games. Some say, the guy needs to play games first in order to give birth to fresh ideas at work.

Next to the rest room there is a musala and a mini canteen. In this mini canteen there is a large dining table can be for 6 people together. Then, there are also large special shelves storing food and various snacks. So they if hungry just take as they please. I don't want my employees starving at work.

How come there's no toilet or bathroom? Each room has a bathroom and toilet.

After explaining the parts of the AT office, I also want to introduce employees. Since it is still new, there are only six employees.

First, in the position of editor-in-chief named Sahrial Pratama. The man who is 55 kilos tall and weighs 55 kilos will go all the way from Medan to Yogyakarta to work in the AT office.

Second, in the position of editor occupied by Wardah. This woman is quite unique. Already three heads old, but always confess to people 'still Kindergarten'. He wanted her to be called 'Dedek'. Have the slogan 'teken can be teased.'

Third, Sukmawati. His position as marketing. This girl is a telly. However, his ability in selling books was already beyond doubt. He has been a reseller at dozens of well-known publishers.

Fourth, Helen Amelia. He served in the admin sosmed position. However, he is also good at video.

Fifth, there is Ranti. This girl is a cat lover. Hence it is often called 'mama koecheng'. She's in the cover and layouter design position.

Lastly, Siti Markonah. If the five employees above have long been in the world of literacy, different from Siti. She's the widow of five children, notabennya as my neighbor, absolutely no ability to relate to the world of publishers. I hired him out of pity. That's why I put her in the position of general aide. His job is to wash dishes, mopping, until ordered to print/photocopy files.

"Good morning everyone, thank you for coming on time. I gathered you all to discuss the concept of AT. There are some points that I want to convey to all of you," I said opening the discussion meeting.

"The first point, the path of receipt of the manuscript there are two systems. Semi major and indie systems. Semi major special weighted manuscript or author who already have followers on the platform si orange. If the sales in the first preorder reach 1000 ex, then we have an exclusive contract of 10 years. His book is available in bookstores throughout Indonesia. Wear sell break.

Second point, about the editor. I want AT to be unique. Therefore open the vacancy of six editors. Later there will be a spicy level from level one to two. The author can choose the editor according to his mentality. Because I know not all writers are mentally dipedesine resistant.

Third point, about marketing. Susuk please open a marketer vacancy from sabang to merauke. Profit for them 10-15 thousand. Do you have any other ideas for AT book sales?"

Wardah raised a hand. "Yes, Wardah, what's wrong?"

"I have a suggestion, how about making an online bookstore instagram with the name BenLaris?"

Sahrial's turn is up your hand."Why should his name be BenLaris without AT frills?"

"Let the name is unique and behind the name is tucked in a prayer so that our publications sell well" replied Wardah.

"I agree with Wardah's idea. What about the others?"

"Agreed." Five employees answered simultaneously.

I glanced at Ranti and Helen. "Helen Ranti, you guys have been quiet since, is there anyone who wants to ask or propose?"

"While there is not yet. I'll just follow." Ranti answered at that.

"Just like Ranti" said Helen.

"alright. Then Ranti please banner for editor or marketer vacancies yes. To write on the banner ask to Wardah and Sukma."

"Ready."

"Last point, I want to give additional tasks to the Sahrial. Since we do not have HRD, so the job of interviewing prospective employees, I leave it to you."

"No problem. I'm glad to accept the extra assignment."

"OKAY. Any questions or refutations?"

Silent. Their sign agreed with what I said. "Alright, I think it's enough to get here today's meeting. Thanks for your attention. I beg you to cooperate with each other. AT success ahead in your hands." I closed the meeting by reading hamdalah.

***

"Would you like to go to the office now?" I heard Ale's voice when I took a sip of STMJ.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Please make me fried rice first. I really want to eat that."

Huh huh? Cooking fried rice? A flash like a shadow of the memories of the time of the Sahabatan once again remembered in my mind. Nalesha was majoring in gourmet practice. He's a cook. The most he cooked was fried rice. He said it was the simplest, but the taste was not inferior to the hotel chef.

I don't think, why now suddenly ask me to cook fried rice. He knew I couldn't cook. There is a problem in my cooking. Asia is. Shabbily. That's why during the household I don't want to cook. Afraid Nalesha poisoned my cooking and I'm a suspect in killing Nalesha.

"You didn't see? I'm neat like this. If cooking, then my clothes smell of spices. Anyway, there will be aunty. Just ask for it with Auntie."

"I want cooked fried rice with my wife. For a year at home I never ate my wife's cooking?"

"Once males stay males."

"Oh that, yes I told your mama ah. I said you don't want to follow the request. Must have been a nag."

Shit, he's playing threatening. Where did she try to get inspiration to threaten to report to Mama? There is no choice but to comply. I rushed to the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen I even bengong effect confused should enter what first. This is how if you do not touch the cooking equipment for too long.

"Ye, even dumb. Keinget our courtship time first huh?"

"What have we ever dated?"

"Oh yeah, we're friends but married. That means our time is sahabatan. I used to teach you to cook nasgor, uh when I lived in the toilet even the nasgornya gosong."

I smile at myself remembering that time. Nalesha was so sweet. He never nagged even my charred cooking was still eaten and he said it was still delicious. In contrast to the present Nalesha.

I don't want to remember memories anymore. My time has been wasted a lot. I have to finish cooking so I can go to the office.

I poured a lot of super salt into the fried rice in front of me. "****** I work. Eat this super salty fried rice."

The last step is stirring until flat. Not until 10 minutes, fried rice is ready to eat.

"Nih, it's done," I said as I put the fried rice on the dinner table. "I can go to the office, right?"

Ale looks like he tasted dishes from me. Not five minutes yet, he was already coughing. I smiled amusedly.

"What's this fried rice? It is so salty to swear. Are you getting married again?"

"It's a risk to have the wife cook under pressure and threats. Besides, you know from before my cooking never settled. In the past, my cooking was said to be delicious. How are you now nagging and nagging?"

"Yes, yes, too. You go to the office there."

Huft. I breathe a sigh of relief. Finally free drama Ale. It's always like this, every morning Ale always creates dramas that piss me off.

***

Because Ale was spoiled for cooked fried rice, I arrived at the office at 8:30. 30 Minutes late from AT operational hours.

While in the parking lot, I met a thick-skinned and brown-clad man. My heart beats faster. The man was none other than Alfian. My ex.

I broke up with him five years ago because he got caught modusin many girls at once. Actually, a year before I married Ale, Alfian brought back. However, I refuse raw. For me, turning back the former is like reading a novel a second time. Guess how the ending is. Definitely hurt again. My question is one, "why are you here?"

Oh, my God, I forgot. Alfian was a novelist for ten years. I am interested in the world of literacy thanks to him.

"I'm out of the editor interview. I didn't think AT Press was yours. A soul mate does not run where it goes. No matter how far you avoid me, God always has a way of getting us together."

Bulshit, I can't believe what he said. My hunch says there's a shrimp behind the bakwan. Surely he applied for an editor at AT with the aim of having his own mode.

I need to talk to Sahrial. Consider Alfian's presence in the AT office. I'm not ready for a company with an ex.

At the door of the office I passed Siti. He's gonna take out the trash. "For Bi Siti" I said kindly.

"Mother Nazneen."

"Oh, is AT Family coming?"

"Mom, Mom."

"Abis Bi Siti take out the trash, ask Sahrial da Wardah to my room ya."

"Ready, Mom."

***

"Morning, Miss Naz. Siti said, mom called us?" said Wardah as soon as I entered my room. He doesn't have a Sahrial next to him.

"Yes, I have something to ask you both. Sit down and let it be nice to talk." I pointed at the two seats in front of me.

They also sit. "So, Miss Naz wants to ask us what?" This time it was Sahrial's turn to ask.

"Look, I want to ask about the development of the editor's vacancy. How's it? How many people have proposed?"

"Since the official banner spread throughout social media AT, many send CVs and cover letters to email. However, only one person has met our publishing criteria." Wardah tried to explain.

"What's his name?" I pretended I didn't know the guy who applied at AT.

"Alphian. The reason it meets our criteria is because it's a famous writer. Experienced freelance editor at multiple indie publishers."

I glanced at Sahrial. "Have you interviewed Alfian?"

"Already, Mom. Just this morning," replied Sahrial. He was stingy talking.

"How was the interview?"

"Thank God, he's willing to be AT's editor."

"What do you think, if for example we don't accept him at AT?"

Wardah glares. "Who? Why, Mom? He's a potentially good guy. No love wasted? Not to mention that he will be koar-koar in sosmed because at-php AT."

I thought for a moment. What Wardah said was right. Seems unprofessional cancel employee acceptance after official acceptance. If it is impossible to refuse Alfian to enter AT, then the only way is for me to avoid meeting him as much as possible.

"Oh, that. You guys go back to each other's rooms."

After they both died, I stared at the computer screen. Confused to do. The office is new. Open the Facebok. I don't know why I peeked at Alfian's Facebook page. She is now the same status which girl again huh?

I'm calling it "Alfian N. Budiarto" in the search field. Good thing that one creature I have not unfriend or blocked, so I can still see the contents of the timeline.

The average content of Alfian's Facebook timeline is promotion of books he edits and links his writing on a platform. Nothing is interesting. When I intend to stop kepo, I see a tickling status. Status four months ago.

Breakup again. No matter how hard I try to divert love to another, my heart is always on you. Could our hearts be united again?

I wonder whose 'you' he meant? Me? There's no way I'm. Alfian is fuckboy. Lots of girls.

Ting!

Whatsapp notification sounds. By Alfian. Long live the creature. New dighibahin, pops.

Hello, beautiful Miss Nazneen. Thirty minutes ago, I missed you? I can't wait to work in your office so I can always look you in the face.

Is there a plastic bag? It feels like vomiting read Alfian's chatter. If the munchies used to make me blush embarrassed, now even want to slap Alfian eat a sauce so that he can not mengombal again.

Finally WA from Alfian I read doang. Without any intention of replying.