Love Story of Irene

Crying

"Sir, stop for a second." Pinta Irene to the taxi driver she was riding in. The taxi stopped on the shoulder of the road. Irene out.

"The newspaper brother, come here.." Irene waved her hand and somewhat shouted. The man ran over to Irene.

"Hi, sis. You want to buy a newspaper?" Ask the teenage boy while talking.

"No, what's your name? We haven't gotten acquainted." Irene rubbed the man's back.

"By brother." While removing the sweat on his forehead.

"Sister Irene's name. Sis, now you can work and it's thanks to your newspaper that you bought first. Brother is very grateful. It's a little gift from brother, you take it.."Irene took the envelope from her bag.

"Is this brother?" Dika's confused.

"Little gift from sister. Yes, I hope you can help."

"Is this really a big brother to me?"

"Yes to you, brother purposely prepared it."

"Okay, I accept, brother. Thank you, brother." When he received the envelope, he didn't know what it was.

Irene smiled as she looked at Dika's departure.

Hopefully it can help a little of the Dika family economy.

In office

Irene has read all the concepts of the rules about Mr. Pandu, namely:

- Mr. Pandu likes all hygienic foods but the most preferred is steak+kentang. The maturity of the steak should fit, should not be a little less mature or overcooked. He doesn't like spicy.

- Mr. Pandu's favorite colors are black, white and blue.

- If Mr. Pandu bad mood, immediately make a tea that has a soothing aroma.

- If Mr. Pandu is angry, never once refute his words.

- Mr. Pandu does not like to touch just anyone.

- Mr. Pandu does not like to discuss personal matters.

- Mr. Pandu does not like women who spread charm.

- Scheduled master Pandu to barber shop every fifth date.

- Mr Pandu's personal doctor phone number 0123456789.

- If Mr. Pandu falls asleep, loosen the tie and take off the top button of the shirt.

- Do not until Mr Pandu call many times, because if it happens you will be in sp 3.

- Mr. Pandu bla......

............................ up to the hundredth.

What kind of rule is that?

That morning after delivering the young master of the president to his room, Sam's secretary asked Irene to deliver a glorious schedule today.

"Why aren't you Sam's secretary? You usually do it."

"Miss should start today. Because after lunch I'll be flying to XX country in the next few weeks."

"What?" Shouted Irene.

"May you have remembered out of your head about the rules regarding the young master. Please miss, don't let the young master wait and come here."

Glekkk, is the apocalypse near.

Irene quickly regained consciousness.

"Sorry sir, it's your schedule today." Irene lowered her head as both her hands thrust out the map with still trembling.

"Random." Pandu did not glance at Irene at all. He is still focused on his phone. He himself was not surprised there was a female voice in his room because he ordered Sam's secretary to go take care of a project in one of the company's branches abroad. So Irene's automatic will replace Sam's secretary.

"Good sir. At nine you will meet with the commissioner, after that meeting with the board of directors. Later in the day you are invited to lunch by Rupwell Group company leaders and discuss new mobile products. Later in the night you are also invited in the inauguration of the Mutiara hotel. That's your schedule today."

"All right, get out." Pandu did not see him at all anymore.

"Sorry sir, there are some documents you need to sign. I'll get you a minute." Irene lowered her head and walked out to pick up the intended documents at her desk.

After knocking on the door again, Irene walked in and put down the important documents. Irene's waiting. Pandu is still focused on his phone.

He's either deaf or blind.

"Why are you still standing there. Out."

"Sorry sir, I'm waiting for those documents to be signed."

Pandu looked at Irene sharply, even very sharply. Pandu looked at his phone again. "Aahhhh shit, because of you I'm dead." The man shouted loudly.

What do I do until you die?? Obviously you're still breathing and yelling in front of me. Uh wait a minute..

Irene moved to the side of the Guide table and glanced towards the phone she was still holding.

"You're very disrespectful. Go and stay away." Pandu was very upset that Irene dared to come closer to him.

True allegations. This hobby is also on the sheet given by Sam's secretary.

"Young master, I beg you to sign this document. This document is very important and must be immediately handed back to the administrative, marketing and financial divisions."

"Who are you to dare to organize me. I decide whether it matters or not."

"I am no one, sir. But I beg you to read and sign the document."

"Get out..." A very loud scream echoed in the room.

"I'll be out when you sign it, sir." Irene's tone of voice was still normal but it was slightly trembling as it held back the cries.

This woman dared to defy me. All right, I'll test how far you can go to be my secretary.

Guide reading and signing all documents. Irene picked it up and lowered her head then went out.

At his desk he shed tears. Just this time someone hit him like before. He ran to the toilet to calm himself down. After feeling calm she washed her face so as not to look puffy.

Time for a meeting. Secretary Sam walked into the chamber of the honorable president, apparently picking up the king. Sure enough, the two of them came out for a while and Irene was already waiting behind the door.

Secretary Sam saw Irene's face.

Looks like you just cried, miss.

Meeting went well. Young master Andrew Pandu Bagaskara led the meeting with great authority, skill, firmness and no convolutions. His leadership spirit was like it had ingrained in his body.

While Irene recorded all the essence of the meeting.

"Miss, soon only you will accompany the young master to meet the client. And tonight to the hotel's inauguration. I hope you're wise to react to it." Secretary Sam noticed Irene's bowed face.

"I understand Secretary Sam." Answer Irene raucous.

"Miss if you want to ask me something don't hesitate. You can send me an E-mail or call me when I'm not around."

"Good secretary Sam, I understand."

You can't hide your sad face so well, miss. Hang on to the madness of the young master.