IF YOU ARE A FOOL

The Real Plan Papa

Apprenticeship in my own parent company is not as comfortable as it is in my head. The reason is that the division we occupy is held by other employees. Papa himself is often outside the office.

Maybe also because from a long time ago I rarely went with papa to the office or other office events, so the employees are less familiar with me. Only a few recognize me as a child papa, the rest more recognize adek.

I work to really apply the science that has been in the can. Bookkeeping also counts in real. It feels like an officer. And the good thing is, I'm enjoying all this new activity. Can't wait to graduate and work.

I remember papa's mandate at that time, "wouldn't want you to have to learn to hold the company. Because your grandfather has been very cool to enter the world of health".

"hey, nglamun anyway" reprimanded one of the press who had apparently questioned me since, but there was no response.

"astaghfirullah, sorry-sorry. I'm thinking something again.

Yeah, what's up? " ask me back.

"to the cafeteria no, it's time for rest" Dila repeated her question.

"no. My dad ate outside"

"well, if that's what I came out of. We are waiting for the kids"

"okay"

After Dila I also walked into papa's room.

"eh mbak Kayra. Going to dad's room? " tanya mas Riza, the assistant who had been loyal to accompany wherever papa went.

"yes. He said he wanted to have lunch together"

"Ouwh, yes. Here is the file I just finished preparing. I also want to go to my dad's room"

"lunch why should there be a file as well mas? " ask me wonder.

"lho, I didn't say to.

Lunch with clients"

"awas mbaaakkk" cried mas Riza.

Fortunately I did not go to the door jedot, because there is a glass door divider between the secretary's room and the leadership room.

"all the files are ready sir" reported Riza as soon as he reached papa's room. Which is answered with a nod.

"are you okay, Kay? " ask papa who was surprised when Riza shouted earlier.

"it's okay pa" I replied.

The three of us walked out of the office. With Riza's tailing behind. I honestly still think about what Riza said. Why didn't you tell me you were out for lunch to meet a client?

It feels so bad in the head. But somehow this mouth feels locked to talk.

Is there any intention behind papa asking me to intern at the office?

After previously I have said that someday I want to study independently first by working in an outside company. Before I finally decided to help papa in his own office.

During the trip I asked him something else. I don't think I can argue with papa's wishes directly. So I just shut up, surrender where it will be taken.

Until finally the car we were riding stopped at one of the restaurants padang. But make no mistake, even if it is just a restaurant, from its name only "sultan's field". So you can imagine what it looks like.

When we arrived, there were two men waiting. An older man greeted papa, then mas Riza and I alternately. The one followed a nod of the head as a form of greeting by the man next to the old man. We shake hands in turn. And it was my turn to shake hands with the young man, my hands in the hands of the hands tightly and for a longer time.

"introduce this to my daughter, Kayra" papa's voice made the man give up his hand.

"Now in college, the final semester. Maybe in the future he will help me in the office" continued papa explained.

Papa's explanation is absolutely stark. To the point it says exactly what I think. It feels like this body is getting cold sweat all of a sudden. Don't eat spikes but overheating.

"incidentally, this is also my oldest son who studied in Australia. He also recently completed his s2 education.

Maybe you can get closer, outside of work.

Isn't that so, Mr. Wijaya? "

I stared intently at the clamoring papa.

The reason, the man in front of me who was introduced as the eldest son of a business partner papa, was staring at me with an unusual gaze. Fancy eyes, playboy spy.

"sorry excuse me to go to the bathroom" withstanding the annoyance, it is better if I move to another table avoid them alone.

Then I walked over, looking for a slightly hidden table so it wouldn't be visible from papa's seat. But they can still hear what they are saying.

I contacted Dian to dispel the frustration. But baby, my call got no answer. Instead received an incoming message saying that he was meeting with the board of directors.

Until the food at papa's table came, papa told Riza to look for me in the bathroom.

I could see Riza's steps towards the toilet, but I was silent.

"mas.. mas Riza" call me slowly.

"sssssssttttt" I signaled to speak slowly.

"o Allah, Kayra is here. I was panicking, saying what you said to me"

"males there mas. After all, there are those who have flirtatious eyes" my grumble. He was laughed at by Riza.

"mbk Kayra is beautiful. So it's worth it that people like to see it"

"mas Riza do not have to joke yes" thankfully it has been a long time since Riza worked with papa. It's been since I was in high school. I play at home often too. The guy's suple, not a lot of dreadlocks, talking as necessary. So I liked his personality enough.

"relax mbak. I'll help you so that no more disturbing views of Kayra"

Finally I followed Riza mas to rejoin at papa's table.

"so long Za" Papa scolded the assistant.

"yes Sir. Ma'am Kayra is Vcall with her husband, so I waited first" answer mas Riza very top cer. Maybe this is what he meant by that.

uuhhhuuukkkk, uuuhhhuuukkk,

There was a choking sound from the table.

"so his daughter is married sir? "

"yes, already. A few months ago sir"

"waah, honey. Young people are married. S1 has not yet graduated"

"why should love om, there is no rule of marriage should pass s1 first" I replied firmly.

Because I think his words are out of the line of work.

"his name is mate, not us who set it, sir. The children have decided like that, yes we support it. Than the long courtship even happens things that are not desired.

The important thing is to stay focused on completing education. Didn't we? "

Answered a nod by papa's business partner. While his son who is next door, seems to have been more able to maintain the direction of eye view.

Without seeing them again I ate the food that the waiter had moved the table.

After lunch, the conversation about work began. As a new person, I was silent as a listener. What else can I do?

Lazy chat

Well, instead of me sending a message to Dila. Intern friend one devisi. Because our numbers are quite a lot, so it is divided into several divisions.

"*Dil, I'm bored" ~send

"lunch is not back. Lunch to Jakarta? "

"boro-boro to Jakarta, Streets. So this assistant mah, listener" ~send

"where else is it? "

"again an assistant to the CEO first. Meet clients" ~send

"aisht. Who will be the CEO's successor"

"what the hell, rese.

This is what I was afraid of when I interned at the bokap office. It was sabotage, right? " ~send

"sabarrrrr, sooner or later it must happen"

"but not now. I'm not ready. Not have any supplies at all. There is even BT become a loyal listener who does not know the origin, ins and outs" ~send*

"surf mbak her chat? " ask Riza while whispering.

Is this a satire or a question?

Thought me in the heart.

"try to pay attention to what you are talking about mbk. Itung-itung all studying" continued Riza whispering.

While papa still seems to focus on what is being talked about. aean young man who is across the table, also looks serious listening. I finally put my phone in my bag.

Follow what Riza said.

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