Mars For The Corruption

Part 4's

Crings .. kring

The sound of the phone in the pantry room, shocked Kejora and Dance cool at their respective daydreams.

"Let me lift." Dance walked over to the phone, then picked it up.

"Who?" kejora asked, when she saw that Dance was busy preparing something.

"Mr Mars, ask for a cup of tea." Answer Dance. His hands were busy brewing tea in the cup.

"Oh, ... " Jurora stood up from her seat, preparing to prepare a drink for the other employees. Because in hours like this, all employees have begun to be busy with their work.

"I'll take this first." The dance passed leaving Kejora alone.

Kejora just nodded his head, because he was currently busy. After finishing preparing everything, Kejora swiftly deliver one drink at a time to the employee table. Fortunately on the eighth floor there are only a few employees, so the work of Kejora is not too heavy. This floor is special for the President's floor, but there are some employees who are special for stand bye in the room.

"Who's that for?" ask Kejora, after re-entering the pantry room. Look at Dance, who's brewing a drink.

"Of course for Mars! He said my homemade tea wasn't good, and told me to make it again." Gerrutu Dance.

"Not good?" Kejora frowned, trying the drink that had been made by Tari. "Of course not good! I don't use sugar, so it's not sweet and it doesn't taste good."

"Well that's him! It's not good to not use sugar." Sahut Dance. "Actually he's the stupid one, or we're the smart one." Gerrutu Dance.

"Of course we're smart .." The humor of the Kejora, with laughter on his lips.

"Ah, let me take this first." Dance out of the pantry.

"You why?" Kejora approached Tari, pulling his best friend's hand to sit down.

"Master Mars, throw away my homemade tea and get angry. He said, I'm not good at making drinks." Dance tried to hold back her cries, she said,

Kejora embraces his best friend's shoulder, wanting to calm Dance down. But it was only for a moment, because both Kejora and Dance. Surprised by the sound of the door being pushed hard.

"What are you guys doing? Why did mister Mars, complain in the pantry?" Nadya's mother looked fiercely at her two men, her eyes now staring sharply at one figure. "Kejora, this must be what you did?"

"I .." The shocked vile at being blamed, stared confusedly at his best friend.

"I should have fired you a long time ago! If it wasn't for Mr. Gideon's mandate, I would have fired you by now." Sinis Nadya's.

"Sorry Mom, this isn't Kejora's fault. It's my fault."

"You are the same! Always defend your friend!" Hardik Nadya, with a waist-rigged hand.

Making Dari fall silent, and bow his head.

"Dance, quickly clean the president's room! And you! Hurry up and make a new drink for Mr. Mars!" Nadya smiled cynically at Kejora.

"Well, Mom." Say Dance and Kejora together.

Nadya then sat in one of the chairs in the pantry room. Looking towards Tari, who had come out with cleaning equipment. Then his eyes turned to look at Kejora, at the woman he hated so much. The woman he used to go to school with, and the woman he always envied. Envy because Kejora has everything that all women used to want. Rich, pretty, and sociable, but all that Kejora has now vanished without a trace.