JODOHKU MR. DUDA

No Longer the Same As Before

Pov Nisa's

Two weeks after the review meeting.

"How's Nis, conceptualize?" asked Mona with a flirtatious smile.

"Who?"

"Our new manager, instead of Mr. Yotan," he replied with sparkling eyes.

I just smiled and shook my head slowly at his behavior.

"Don't forget Dwi, Mon."

His mouth immediately pursed, gawking back to the table beside me. I started to get busy opening the files piled up in front of me. Trying to neutralize the heart as best I can. Kulirik Mona, still smiling to herself. If only he knew who the new manager was ....

My lips suddenly docked, when HRD staff introduced Dewa Mahaprana as a replacement for Pak Yotan. While others, seem to smile with sparkling neutrals, when they hear a fleeting direction from the Gods. It makes me so angry.

With a high posture, sturdy broad shoulders, it will be very easy to attract the attention of marketing employees. For a long time, he had charisma as don juan. I was the same at the time as them, but the difference was that the taste was neatly stored.

"Nis, called the new boss," said Reina. The secretary was standing near me.

I knit my eyebrows, astonished. "Kok Ma'am, who's here? Usually on the phone."

"The new boss has not yet memorized his line number, hunted gih," he replied as he breezed away.

I exhaled, a little angry.

[You want what else he is? Wrong, if you consider me the old Nisa!]

I stood up to move, but Mona pulled my arm. With a swift hand swept the powder to the face.

"Why the hell, Mon?" I said a little bit, treated like that.

"Udeh, who knows the boss has a crush on you, let's not be single anymore."

"Issh, not funny" I said pretending to be pouting.

I took that hand and left it.

Geck, tok! The sound of knocking on the door.

"Lake in!"

With a pounding heart, I pulled the door handle, walked into his room. Blowing cold air from Ac, welcoming me.

He sat on the edge of the table, his eyes staring unblinkingly.

"Please close the door!"

My hand closed the door again, according to his orders. "If necessary, all in the key."

I took a deep breath, trying not to be provoked by his attitude.

"Hows it? I proved my point the other day, didn't I? We'll meet, "he said.

"Yes, sir." My netraku stared at the wall of the room behind him.

"Sit, Nis."

I shook my head, "Sir, what do you need?" just polite.

He smiled sinisterly, raising his head up. Then he looked back at me with his eagle eyes.

"Not tired, so stiff? As if we didn't know each other?" He walked up to me. Just a step ahead of me.

"Where did the old Nisa go? Which is always there, when needed?"

"Once it's thrown away, just like that!" timpalku. There was pain when I said that.

Now it was her turn to take a breath, not knowing what she was thinking.

"It's all over, sir. It's not important to talk about it."

He was silent, silent.

"I don't think there's a new job yet. Excuse me, sir."

I turned and stepped, but immediately pulled my arm.

"You lied! You said you could still be friends again, where's the evidence?"

"What I said at the time, I COULD HAVE. Yes sir, I have a lot of work. Next time, we'll discuss" I asked with a little bit of clarity. However, she flinched, looking at me fixedly. I stared at him, and at a glance our eyes met.

"Excuse me!" I went out of the room, back to the place. For a moment I was silent in the silence. [No, don't reopen the locked door!]

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"Hi, mama's boy! Very handsome! Already eaten?"

"Mama, mama, ummahh." With an adorable gesture, El did a kiss bye move.

"Lho, not to be sure either, have a good-bye," murmured Mona. He chuckles at El's behavior.

"El, aunt Mona called dong Darling. Come on, hello, my aunt's centil."

"Issh, just habit. Mama El, I'm bringing yah." He laughed mockingly.

However, El seemed to have grown bored. He ran away from my phone screen.

"You're coming home Saturday, Nduk?"

"God willing, Ma. Anyone want to be checked?"

"No, you be careful there. Take good care of yourself."

"Yes Ma, it's been a long time. Already want to enter, want to pray first. Assalamu alaikum."

"Waalaikum greetings," said the mother at the end of the video call.

There's always claustrophobic crowding, every end contacting them.

Mona stroked my back, "already, pray first yuk," he asked.

I assented and walked together towards the office mosque.

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Pov author

Without Nisa and Mona noticing, there was someone behind the side wall. Listen and observe carefully what has just happened.

Both of his hands rubbed roughly, the look of a face that looked puzzled. Turn around, waiting for Nisa and Mona to come out of the mushola. Then back out to the same place, the office mosque.

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How's their story going next? Episode 18 will be a new character. Who her?

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