I'm Not a Wild Grass

Second Meeting (POV Laila)

About 83 days ago...

This is my first day at work. I'm so excited. For almost a month I was unemployed at home.

Previously, I worked as a waitress in a clothing store in the largest mall in town B. However, due to an incident, I was accused of stealing and in PHK with disrespect. All my life I have never stolen.

From childhood, my mother taught me not to take something that is not mine, either by seizing it or taking it secretly. Sins law. If in the world it may be free, then in the hereafter there will be a reward.

Although I do not pray as diligently as Mama, I should, a little, I am also afraid to sin. My principle, at a minimum, I do not add to sin if I cannot add to the reward.

In my previous workplace, I once reprimanded a colleague of mine who I accidentally found to be earning money on that day. He immediately put his money back. But maybe, from then on he became a grudge against me to the point of framing me until I was finally accused of stealing and fired.

I'm very upset. Before leaving my workplace, I had time to make calculations with my friend. I just put a frog that I used to find in the pool behind the building, into the lady's handbag.

Although I did not see the woman's immediate reaction when I saw my gift, I was already very satisfied to be able to avenge my frustration.

Ahaha!

I saw my appearance back in the mirror. Knee-length black skirt, white shirt, pantofel shoes, with waist-length hair that I have a neat shoulder.

I admire my own reflection in the mirror. My face is 90 percent like Mama's. The sweet face of a native Sundanese, with evenly ripe brown skin and two twin dimples on my right cheek and left cheek.

I'm not pretty. But I'm obviously sweet.

"Maa, Lail's leaving yeah!" I shouted in a hurry.

Mama then emerged from the kitchen room with her hands covered in flour. Mama did take up fried food before she went to the houses of the rich people in the village next door to work as a washing and scrub worker.

Fried that Mama sells usually he entrusted in a stall near perum. Before Mama finally received the results of the sale in the afternoon, after Mama came home from work.

"Aren't you late, son?" mama asked worriedly when she saw the clock that had shown at seven past five minutes.

"No, Ma! the office where Lail works is now very close, Ma. At least take an ojek, ten minutes doang!" sahut me while picking fried yam on the table.

"Have you had breakfast?" ask Mama back, care.

"Udah. Little, earlier. Laila's leaving, Ma! Pray in Lail so that the boss is good now, and Lail cepet get a big salary!"

"Aamiyne.. Mama always prays for you, son. May Allah grant you good fortune, effort and soul mate! aamiin.." said Mama again as she cupped her hands to accommodate the prayer.

"iihi.. Mama..talkasnya about soul mate only! it's still a long time, Maa.. Lail wants to find a lot of money first so that she can make Mama happy. You will be the soul mate!" say I'm original.

"Hush! if you say it, be careful! it's okay if your soul mate comes fast too. Mama becomes calmer if you already have a man who can take care of you!"

I decided to be quiet not to say that to Mama. If I trouble again, the business could be long.

"OK. okay. set it up, Ma. Lail's leaving first huh, Ma! Assalamu'alaikum!" I said hurry to go away.

Half-running, I headed to the ojek base which was around the corner of the road. Kusapa Mang Udin, an ojek that is likely to become my subscription in the future.

"Mang, to Jalan Kisamaun huh, Mang! deket T-junction Crank!"

"Ready, Neng!" sahut the Mamang.

As soon as I got to the front of a building, I rushed inside and swiped the employee card I had this week, onto a machine near the entrance.

The card serves as an absentee tool and also access to some specific spaces.

I work as an office girl in an office owned by the largest Textile company in the city of A which is now just opening another branch in the city of B. The initial salary offered by the HRD was quite large compared to my previous job. At a minimum, in this office I can receive a UMR salary.

Finished swiping the access card, I went straight to the special room for office girls and office boys. There I met my new friends who were almost all men.

There are only two female friends who work as office girls. They were named Nindi and Gina.

Nindi is a nomad from Z village who joined her uncle to B city after graduating high school. The parasites are simple with a friendly smile that almost always adorns his face. I immediately felt a match for Nindi.

Gina is a native of B. She has a face that can be said to be beautiful. Unfortunately, his personality is cranky and a little haughty. Obviously, I wouldn't be able to fit in with a creature, err, I mean my female counterpart.

While my other colleagues are seven office boy who are around the end of their teens to early thirties. With his senior is Mas Idam, the man who claims to have devoted himself in the world per office since thirteen years ago.

After a brief acquaintance, each of my friends took a small note hanging on a mading board hanging on one of the walls in the room.

Mas Idham said that each task will be delivered by employees who need certain assistance by phone. Mas Idham would then record a list of tasks that would almost always be in every minute of it on a small sheet of paper.

Furthermore, the paper sheet containing work for office boys and office girls will be installed in the mading. And every office girl and office boy who has finished doing his job must take on a new task that is taped to the mading.

In addition to additional tasks, there are also tasks that are routine. Such as sweeping and mopping floors 1 to 7 floors in turns.

I rushed into the cleanliness uniform and picked up the sweeping and mopping equipment in the warehouse.

But before I boarded the elevator, Mas Idam gave me a warning.

"Rush up while cleaning the office room, Chief Manager. I heard the new head manager, coming around at nine. You still have an hour left!" mas Idam reminded.

I nodded in understanding and rushed up the elevator to the seventh floor, the top floor of the office building of my workplace.

Arriving at the seventh floor, I hurriedly wiped and mopped the entire floor in the five rooms that were on this floor. It feels really exhausting!

I, who used to work casually as a shopkeeper, now have to tire to drain sweat and train muscles. What a challenge for me.

After mopping the entire room on the seventh floor, I was about to go back down to the basecamp room for office girls and office boys. However, I suddenly thought I had left my phone in the last room I cleaned. And that's the room that belonged to the head manager.

I rushed back to the manager's headroom and was grateful that there was no one in the room.

"Thank God the manager hasn't arrived yet!" I muttered slowly.

I picked up my phone that had fallen off and I put it on the edge of the window. And hurried to go out of the room.

However, an incident also occurred. I accidentally nudged a small flower pot until it fell to the floor.

Thankfully, the pot was a plastic pot. But still I had to get back to busy collecting soil and flowers until I returned to the pot.

While I was cleaning up that little mess I was doing, suddenly the entrance of the room opened. And I heard footsteps entering the room.

"Yes.. It was until now. It's a big office,"

The bass voice of a man who just walked in made me feel awkward.

'Looks like he's the new head manager, ' guess me inwardly.

And the next few minutes I heard the new Chief Manager talking to someone on the phone. While I rushed to tidy up the remaining soil spill into the pot in silence.

However, suddenly when I was about to get up after cleaning the rest of the soil on the floor, I accidentally farted.

'psshh.' sounds.

Spontaneously I looked back down. Yesembarrassment. Yeah afraid if I get caught farting by my head manager, then I can be fired. Moreover, I realized a few seconds later that my fart turned out to be scented.

The smell of rotten eggs.

'Shit! because most eat yams like!' I cursed in my heart.

"Hukk! what a smell! I smell like fart!"

I heard the head manager's voice cursing my smelly fart. The more I was afraid to show myself.

In my heart I commited to say a prayer, so that my existence was not discovered by the new manager.

Dear thousand dear, my prayers do not seem to work. Because the next second, I farted back. This time, the sound shrieked.

'wcsuttt...'

"Who is that?!"

'Shit! fuckin' hell! fuckin' hell! what aces me! Less prayer times yes, why try my prayer is not effective at a crucial time like this!' I mumbled in my heart.

"Hey! don't fuck! what's the squatting there, huh?!" hardik the manager to me.

Feeling no longer able to save myself, I also put the face of the nelangsa on my sweet face. Hoping that after seeing my face, the manager would turn good and not scold me anymore.

However, as soon as I stood up and raised my face to face the manager, I was taken aback. Because it turns out I recognize the face of the handsome man who became the manager in my office.

"You?!" I said while raising my index finger at him.

"Elo?!" said the man together, also with the index finger he pointed at me.

Instantly I also felt today I was real apes. Because it turns out that my boss at my new job is a young songong I met on the outskirts of Lake Mutiara, about a week ago.

'Shit! Super apes address is here!' I went back to cursing in my heart.

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