Maidatul Khan's
Chapter 38: Authoritative Mr. Imran
Datul ignored Hamam who was whiny on the bike. The guy said he was going to fill up the gas and just got home. Whatever you want, what is important now is that Datul is focused on finding people in power to receive the brown envelope that he narrowed earlier.
Datul scanned the place, seeing the officers are still busy with their respective activities. But because it's the hour to go to work, most motorcycles are long lines. Especially now that pertalite gasoline is difficult. As a result yes like that, snaking up the highway.
Ask who is this?
Freshly bathed, an officer in a dashed green uniform flashed by. Datul did not waste the opportunity to ask.
"Excuse me, please"
"Yeah, how?"
"eumm.. want to ask"
"just ask" wah gercep once the answer is yes.
"I want to apply for a job here, who should I see?"
"Why would you like to apply for a job?" Datul mangosteen-bearded bird cake that again ate ductile feathers.
"The office over there, Ma'am, it just so happened that Mr. Imran had just come"
"Pak Imran is the leader here?" Datul condemned his stupidity. Yesterday also did not ask what the name of Omnya the Tomi. Immediately want to when offered a job.
"Yes yes mbak, cook me," Datul grimaced again.
"Just go in please, the shoes are dislodged do not forget, Mr. Imran likes to say if anyone forgets ga dislodged shoes outside, do not forget, would be more ngomel again if his socks stink carrion when inside"
Okay this is important information, meaning tomorrow if Datul has worked here he must be diligent in changing socks.
"Good sir thank you"
Mr. Imran's office is just a box of sealed rooms with clear glass doors. Just standing outside the glass door Datul can already see a set of brown leather sofas and a set of work desks complete with people. Most likely he's Mr. Imran.
True to the glass door it says, Please take off your footwear before entering! Where in bold print too.
Datul took off his shoes and pushed the door slowly. Want to be knocked, afraid of soundproof even the one with his handbook sick cuy.
"Excuse me Sir"
"Lake in!" A very intimidating voice. Datul otw goosebumps. New in the cold AC immediately nyess, and the fragrance of Shella lavender makes it so fragrant. Datul inhaled deeply the fragrance, quite soothing.
Hemmm....
"What do you need!?" Alamak Datul forgot for a moment, even cosplay became an advertising model because of the room fragrant "Shella".
"Eum.. eummmm. I would like to apply for the job sir, here is my cover letter"
"Oh... Are you Tomi's friend?" Datul nodded quickly.
"Tomi's boyfriend?"
"Eh. No. No, sir, just a friend"
"Sit down!" because at the command, Datul dropped his ass on the chair that faced directly with the man full of authority. Mr. Imran estimated Datul is only in his fifty years, still dashing, dapper, climical, tends to be handsome. Stopit! presumptuous Maidatul Khan assesses the prospective boss. Maap sister.
While Mr. Imran was flipping through Datul's cover letter, Datul painstakingly controlled his negative thoughts.
What if he's observant, SKCK me bodong?
What if my height doesn't fit the criteria?
What if the acne on my face disgusts him, then refuses to accept me as his employee?
What if, ahhh too many things I think about. Honestly, I am insecure is amazing.
"Okay, so no work experience at all?"
Actually the experience is a lot, but know for yourself Datul yesterday-yesterday mostly does not fit the same job. Good to answer honestly what a lie?
"Eum.. actually several times have come to work, but it always does not last long" replied Datul honestly. Want to lie to him ga pinter making up stories, afraid even dizzy himself.
"Why?"
"It is less suitable sir, sometimes suitable work environment ga match wages, suitable wage ga fit the environment,"
"Example?" Datul hopes it's part of the interview test so at least he's got points. Thank goodness the test was written in disengagement.
"One example, I've been accepted in a see food factory, the salary is great sir, but my skin is very sensitive, got fishy immediately bubrah my acne, so after three days of work I came out"
"Well, you don't get a salary"
Datul grimacing. "Yes. hehe, that's it sir, gotong royong"
Mr. Imran was bearded again. "Now if here, the salary is under UMR Semarang, the ration holiday is only twice a month, you can accept?"
For Datul now the important thing is to work first. Freeing yourself from the curse of unemployment. "Well sir, the important thing is that I work first, I'm tired of being unemployed"
Mr. Imran chuckled. Datul has a funny face. Blanks. Being sad or sad looks the same. But not a stiff fall, but funny. Make that fat.
"Alright enough, now you can move sit there, there are some questions you have to do, written tests yes!"
Mr. Imran left Datul, the man entered the next room and came out carrying a stack of papers. Datul had moved to sit on the sofa when Mr. Imran returned.
"Worked first, you're an hour from now"
Huaaasemmmm. Then what is this?
Die me!
Mathematics, Chemistry, Indonesian, English, General Knowledge, kog already similar CPNS test. Less citizenship.
Get out of here Datul sure will be a mummy that lost its memory. Datul has always loved his brain, where he used to think of a heavy lesson.
Datul half-heartedly read the questions that seemed to laugh at him. Then the glass door opened.
"Good morning every body"
"FAIRNESS! REMOVE THE SHOES OUTSIDE!!!"
"Om, my shoes are clean, no chicken shit, relax..."
Datul gawking saw the man who always cheriwis anywhere and anytime.
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Guess who came.
I'm kog even like falling in love with Tomi, match with Datul aja time yes, hihihi...
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