I'm (Not) a Cheap Woman
The Hate of Arkana Pradipta
For the first time, Nisa set foot as a staff in the office. Inside the towering building, he was the only one wearing a hijab.
The peculiarity caused the eyes of all other employees to be fixed on him. Making it look like the hijab has worked there.
His awward grew when one of them who was staring at him, spoke half a whisper.
“Kok can the hijab-wearing women be passed to work here? Doesn't Mr Arka hate the look so huh?”
“Pak Arka may not have seen him here,” reply other employees who managed to make Nisa shudder to hear it.
After leaving the elevator, they cross paths with Arka. Nisa's heart beats unruffled at the sight of her.
The last time he saw his servant senior was on the third grade graduation day. Long time no see, Arka became more and more dashing in his eyes.
Arka glanced at Nisa, before finally stepping quickly into Farel's room.
Grief is not the play he feels. Just a few days he was out of the country, the rules he gave long ago were violated by his subordinates in the blink of an eye.
Unfortunately, he entered without greeting, knocking on Farel's door. “Who let hijab women work in this office?” ask her with a fiery tone.
Farel stood up from his seat. “Sit down first, bro. Let's talk about this issue all right.”
“You should answer, because I asked, not ask to sit down. Quickly explain why there are hijab women who work in this office!”
“It.. anu bro.. the file is qualified.”
Arka approached Farel, pulling hard on his cousin's ape shirt. “Because the file qualifies you say? Have you forgotten the same rules that I love so far?”
“Okay, let me explain. But let go of this hand. I could run out of life if you keep giggling.”
Arka was forced to let go of her hand.
Farel immediately breathed air in all directions. He was completely out of breath because of his temperament cousin's strangulation.
“Well, so here's a look at the most handsome cousin in the world. I just passed the file. The rest is by the will of your super beautiful girlfriend. So, if you want to protest, just protest to him.”
A few seconds later, Farel looked down for a moment. Justifying his messy shirt with a touch of Arka.
When he looked up, the man who was full of anger in front of him was no longer in place.
“Sana, upset your girlfriend if you dare.” He giggled at how powerless Arka was in front of Dara.
Arriving in Dara's room.
“Sayang.”
Arka's call made Dara who was looking at the bustle of the city from the corner of the window, turn around. “Chagiya,” he said then ran to hug his tall lover.
“Tumben came home not saying,” he added while continuing to tighten his decapitation.
Slowly but surely, Arka's anger subsided because of the warm embrace of the idol. He also gave the hug and said, “Involuntarily. Want to give suprise to you.”
Dara let go of her embrace. Then reply, “Ne.”
Arka insisted on softly replying to Dara. Pressing as hard as his inner war energy that arose since the encounter with Nisa earlier.
“Why was passed dear? You know I hate seeing women who are hijab.” the most
“Not all women are hijab-wearing like your ex. They were also hijab-wearing because of religious orders. Anyway, the new staff was our junior first at SMA.”
“But he's good quality right? Don't let it just make a troublemaker like Alisha.”
“Sure, haha. Never doubt the quality of our school alumni. Oh yes, there was one interesting thing from the interview with him yesterday.” Dara hung her words.
“What is it, baby?”
“It turns out we are as famous as it is ..”
Arka raised one eyebrow. “Known how?”
“About our department and our relationship first. He knows our tablets ketos and waketos. He also knows we're lovers.”
“Wow, amazing.”
On the other side.
Nisa arrived at the Regional Division's special staff room. The people inside rarely spoke. They were so busy punching the letters on the computer keyboard.
He, as a new staff can not be separated from the impact of seniority in the workplace. Among them did everything ordered by other staff who had been in the office first.
Raganya to and fro, but his soul stuck in rent rent rent. “I just worked. How about payday? If not, how do I pay the contract? Oh my God, it's complicated,” he thought.
Suddenly, Athira came into the room. Nisa's smile became wider than before seeing her superior coming. “Athira may have money. I borrowed it on him alone,” his inner again.
The clock continues to turn.
Right at 12 o'clock, all employees in the Nisa division scatter into the Cafeteria office. Except for Athira, he was still struggling in his seat.
Nisa approached. “Thira, can I talk to you for a minute?”
Thira stopped typing. “Iya, please say. You just kayak to someone else.”
“I can borrow your money?”
Thira bit her lip for a moment. “Sorry well Nisa, I haven't paid. The remaining payday money yesterday was also a little. Just enough for my transportation and meal costs this month.”
“Oh, yes. I will look for a loan to someone else.”
“Once again sorry well, Nisa.”
“It is okay Thira. I should have apologized. Already given work info, still want to borrow money.”
