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Sixty Nine

"Morning, Azzura."  Anjas welcomes me –who just arrived at kubikku– with a smile of three fingers.

"Awas the mosquitoes in!" that's Nunu's voice mbak quipped Anjas. Nurlita Febriani's full name. One of my seniors, I noticed that his mouth was a bit spicy. Inevitably I was the first to get the spiciness of it yesterday, enough to make my guts shrivel for a while, until Ab told me about the senior characters who were one part with us.

"For example, Mas Anjas." I'm just polite.

I knew that Anjas glanced back at Nunu's mother who was walking away towards the pantry.

"Eh, Zura. You were delivered, right?! Same who? Dumb-ass? A boyfriend?" the man asked curiously. He asked in a loud voice, from his desk not far from me.

"Mas Anjas see me?"

"Yes that. I'm behind your car. Who's trus?" ask her with both eyebrows twitched. I know he's teasing me. He is the type of guy who really likes to be in the first position, to know a fact. Yep, his hobby is gossiping. Surprisingly enough I found that type of guy again since college.

"There is" I answered briefly as I got up from the chair. There were still fifteen minutes before the briefing began. At least an instant cup of coffee I want to spend in peace.

"Where are you going, Azzura?"

"You make coffee in the pantry."

Actually I'm reluctant to talk to anyone about Kenneth. Not time. Especially with who Kenneth really is, which will certainly make a global uproar for the company. I'm sure it is. There is even a chance that the uproar will expand to one greater Indonesia.

Huft. Is it hard to have an artist girlfriend?

Ah already. Let me live my days quietly and peacefully as an ordinary employee. That'sthat's all. I have no high hopes in my relationship with Kenneth, at least for now.

Ma'am Nunu finished making coffee when I set foot in the pantry. The woman had brought her cup of coffee, and definitely did not want to drink in this place, as was my custom.

"Don't be long, Azzura. You don't forget 'kan if fifteen minutes –ralat– fourteen minutes we'll brief the morning."

"Yes, Mommy."

Ma'am Nunu out of the pantry. If I notice the original Nunu mbak is not that cute anyway. He was only firm on matters concerning work matters. The rest, outside of work, the woman looks pretty good, though not very friendly either. In a sense, the woman was not a senior pretender and pretended not to recognize me.

"Hi!" greet a man take my eyes off my hot coffee. I like to sip coffee slowly in the heat. Because if it is not hot, then the taste of coffee has been lost. So according. Or even if the coffee is already cold, then it must be inserted ice cubes into it, so that it becomes iced coffee.

"Hi!" my reply was friendly.

Mas Alvin is now the new one into the pantry. Looks like the guy just arrived. As I recall when I entered the room, she did not exist.

A sweet smile rose on his lips. "Coffee too?"

"Yes, Mum."

"Often?"

"Sometimes anyway. Not every day either." I'm sitting focused on my coffee mug, now it feels a bit awkward. Alvin is a bit quiet. More often answer with a short smile without bothering to string words.

"You want bread?" Alvin handed me a packet of bread. He occupied the chair next to me after putting down his coffee glass. There were two loaves of bread when I wrote. He opened it slowly, and another one he offered me just now.

"Ah, no, Mas. Thanks though. I had breakfast before I left," I refused subtly. The truth is, I had breakfast. Kenneth brought the rice he bought out of nowhere. Because it tastes good, I eat it well.

"Your place of residence is near from here?" alvin's voice drew my memory of the rice from Kenneth earlier.

"Not really. Quoted far yes not too, said close also yes no."

Mutely. 'And I had breakfast in the girlfriend's car. And made Alya envious half to death, even though he got the same rice rations from Kenneth. My best friend said, if his office was in the direction of this building, he would have gone with Kenneth's car. Threesome.

"You're gnawing?"

"Ehm, contract with a friend's house."

"Your parents' house?"

The man's question stunned me for a moment. There is something fragile in this corner of the heart when you start talking about the house. There's too much to tell if I'm ready to open it though. In the end, only a brief slab was able to give him.

He seemed to immediately understand and realize that maybe the question was a privacy thing that was too early for me to share.

"Oh, sorry .." he said clumsily, accompanied by taking his coffee and sipping it.

I think maybe he understands or not. It's just that I do the same thing, which is sipping my coffee a lot. It was hot, but it was reduced. Even a little left to me.

"I don't have parents anymore" I said slowly sipping the last drop of my drink.

"I'm sorry, Azzura,"

Then I shook my head to end his awkwardness with me. "It's okay, Mom. Just relax. By the way, I think my coffee is over. I'm first, yeah, Mas."

It was a bit awkward to face Alvin mas who looks like a nice and polite man. I'm used to dealing with guys who. Either I can call them good or forcible. Or a good forger, or a good but not good forger. Ah know ah!

...----...

Lunch break, I've been sitting in the cafeteria as usual with Abel and ... Mas Anjas's. Yes, whatever that one guy wants to keep intending on me and Abel these two days or so on, I have no right to expel him either.

"Not as crowded as yesterday?" abel asked as he looked around the canteen of commoners.

"Diagulau. At best they're looking for a resto. 'The young date. The wallet was radiant, the heart was happy, and a week later it was miserable again" said Mas Anjas casually.

"Mas Anjas didn't go to the resto?" ask Abel. "'And date young. Wallet beaming then happy heart." he grinned when repeating the sentence mas Anjas. I held back a smile at Abel's words just now.

"Save dong."

"Ohh .. The payday for the wife's children is certainly."

"Eeehhhhhhh. I'm still single. Singles. I'm here so you don't feel left out because old employees are happy after payday. You're still new employees."

Alah, there are still many who eat in this canteen, although not as much as yesterday-yesterday.

"Oh means stingy" murmured Abel, who I believe that the man before us must have heard it too.

"Eh, Bel–"

"What's? What's?"  abel's voice was cut off for some reason when I turned to look at him. His hands clapped repeatedly on the back of my hands. "Rb ... Ra ...."

"Why, Bel?" I slowly followed his eyes. He turned my eyes from a plate of drooping towards an object ...

"Omaigat! There's artists!" abel exclaimed with excitement.

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