I Accept His Marriage

I Accept His Marriage
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Today Kiana left so early in the morning, she did not want to lose a special moment in her life. His wait has finally come true today. Almost tired of counting the months, Kiana waited for a CV answer for a job application at one of the leading property companies in Jakarta, and has a branch that is also famous in Malaysia. After several full moon passed finally today Kiana was called to the office for an interview.


"Kia's breakfast."


"It's slow Mom. "


"Hi, you are so stubborn, never according to what I said, very different from Kiara who always according to what Mom said, if you are sick macem where? Who's bothered?" Say Mother who is a little bit of coastal Malay.


Mother, indeed has a different behavior when faced with two twins, Kiana and Kiara.


Santi's mother sings more Kiara than Kiana. Because Kiara is very similar to him, while Kiana is very similar to the Father, and the mother hates the father of her children. Cause what? Because the Father has hurt the heart of the mother by cheating.


"But Kia's late, Mom?" Kiana lirih.


"You're this.." Not yet able to continue his words, Kiana immediately took a piece of toast, with a spread of chocolate jam in it.


"When you go, ma'am, don't get angry again yeah, it's ugly."


"Hemmm, yelah, already there go."


Kiana left on foot to the bus stop she was about to board. Kiana is not a rich kid. He and his family only live in a flats house by renting a small shophouse for the mother selling Bakmie and meatballs. The father had left because he had been expelled by his mother.


In the house the mother depends on living with Kiana and Kiara. Kiara herself works as a teacher at the State High School near where they live. While Kiana herself is only a restaurant waiter, filling activities so as not to look unemployed after graduation. Kiana was also embarrassed by Kiara who was so finished college immediately got her job in accordance with the majors she took in college. While Kiana who was in college majoring in management economics was still having trouble getting a job that was as appropriate as she wanted.


Today, CV Kiana is accepted by the largest property company in Indonesia. Kiana applied in the secretary field.


***


"Malik, are you ready for all my departures to Malaysia?"


"Already Ken, everything is in order, I've prepared a private plane for Lo to go there. Oya, remember Ken, we're there that, one month. Don't come back before a month just because of Salsa. Because that'll make our tender void." Malik said, trying to remind his best friend who had done madness at last year's meeting.


"Yes, I know." Kenan left Malik. Malik followed Kenan's steps. In the middle of the road Malik was stopped by one of his coworkers who was assigned to select prospective workers in the company.


"Malik's brother."


"Yes, what's wrong with Rin."


"Sir, Kiana's brother is waiting in my father's waiting room, ready for the interview."


"Oh, okay fine, I'll be there." Malik turned the direction, and did not follow Kenan, he went back to his room.


"After arriving in the room, Malik has been welcomed by Rini and Kiana."


"Sir, this is Kiana, a potential secretary whose CV meets our criteria."


"Oh, okay. Can you tell whose full name is?"


"Kiana Princess, sir."


"Why did you choose this job." Ask Malik.


"Because I need this job to get through life sir, I'm the backbone of the family. My mother is a widow, only by working here can I sustain my family. " It's clear Kiana is what she is.


"You can work in this company actively and have a high loyalty soul for this company?"


"Yes sir. I'm ready for everything."


Malik left those who were still discussing while walking out.


"Hi, introduce, my name is Rini, I am Mr. Malik's secretary. I'll show you where your workspace is, and who's your boss."


"My name is Kiana, just call me Kia. Who's my boss?"


"Obviously you're more out of my way, because your boss is the CEO here. His name is Mr. Kenan, he's a very stubborn and ignorant man."


"really?"


"Yes, that's right, oh yeah. This is your space, and these are some of your unfinished work. Oya, get ready for tomorrow. Because tomorrow you'll be with Mr. Kenan."


Kiana just nodded. He tried to understand some of his work, he tidied up his work desk to be more enthusiastic in working, he attached color paper as a reminder of the schedule.


It's been almost three hours Kiana's been in this office. But he still has not met his boss, Kenan. He became confused and confused about what he should do tomorrow when in Malaysia. He also wondered what the face of the leader was like.


Suddenly Kiana's daydream is jolted by the pounding of the shoes that walk past her. A man in a black suit was with Malik. Then Malik called Kiana.


"Excuse me, sir."


Kenan just nodded, without even a faint smile.


" Pak Kenan, introduce her as Kiana the Princess of Pak Kenan's new secretary."


"Can you work?" Kenan asked Kiana spontaneously.


"Can sir."


"Prepare tomorrow to come with me to take care of the big tender there. All facilities are covered by the company. We'll leave at eight in the morning, I hope you're not late. Understand Kiana?" Kenan.


"Understand Sir."


"Good, now you can get out."


Kiana came out of the room, and Kenan stopped his breathing violently.


"Why Ken? It hurt?"


"Gue deg degan bro."


"Well, why? don't you often deal with women?"


"It's different, you're right in finding a secretary for me. That's the kind of person I'm looking for. He still has business with me." Kenan.


"What business."


"Because of him I lost track of Salsa that night, and until now Salsa still reluctant to meet me. "


"Courtesy, Kenan. Small business like that is all you have problems with. Rest assured it's Ken's destiny. Maybe Salsa is not your soul mate, after all, Ken you are the same she is not suitable. You cuek him baper, a little bit his kepo haha" Canda Malik trying to melt the atmosphere.


"Well Ken, why are you so stupid, you're cooking GPS on Salsa's phone?" "


Kenan was surprised to be happy, he felt very happy information.