My Sweet Roommate's

Find out about Joana

Alva just stared in annoyance at Joana's back who was now running to avoid her. Just this time, there was a woman who blatantly did not care about him and obviously hated him so much. Never mind, if that's what Joana wants, well she'll follow it. The elevator door closed again and Alva chose to lean back on her body. She should have arrived at her study earlier, but her curiosity towards Joana was too difficult to remove until she desperately wanted to go back to the lobby to see the woman. Alva thinks luck is on her side because Joana also wants to use the elevator. But in reality, everything was inversely proportional to what he thought.

“Zea.”

Entering the room, he immediately found his secretary was looking in the mirror while polishing his lips with dye.

“Morning Pak.”

“I want to ask.” ignoring the good morning from Zea, Alva looked seriously at the woman after sitting in her big chair.

“What's up Sir? I think his gaze was serious, I was scared.” Zea stood up, approaching Alva's table.

“Do you know all the employees in this building? or at the very least, the female employees, know?”

“Not all Sir. I only know the ones who directly deal with me aja,” explained Zea as it is. “Why, Sir?”

Alva nodded slowly. But it seems unlikely that Zea knows Joana who she thinks they have nothing to do with work. ”I want you to find out Jaoana's phone number, she's a clerk at the reception. Find out the number, through HRD or whatever it is, it's up to you.”

Of all the women, why Jona? Zea frowns. Because she thinks Joana has no attraction at all compared to her and the other female employees in this building.

“Joana Avilia?” Zea deliberately mentioned the woman's full name.

Alva nodded but she hesitated. “Maybe,” sahut Alva brief.

“maybe? you still doubt? and what happened to that receptionist?” Zea was curious, her competitive soul thrashed. But there's no way he'll be competing with Joana because they've been friends for seven years?

“You find out!” alva's word was that he was lazy to answer many questions from Zea. “If need bring her data file here-“

“Iya Sir, I will do your orders. But now, we meet first sir?” persuade Zea.

“Oke.”

Can't focus Zea during the meeting, remember Alva's words asking for information about Joana.

“Zea.” call Alva, the woman looks dreamy and moody.

“Zea.” call the man once again.

“Please slide to next slide!” alva's Word. While he was presenting, Zea was daydreaming and had not moved the slide on the screen in focus.

“Ah Yes Sir sorry.”

Now, the focus of attention is on the woman. The whole room looked at Zea in wonder, for those who had recognized her could not have Zea like that.

“What do you think?” alva's wrath on his secretary. He continued to scold Zea in front of the other meeting participants. Looks like Zea became a spill of her frustration this morning.

Zea shook her head. “Sorry Sir.”

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Joana stared at the vehicle and the people passing by in front of her. The day is getting late, the streets are getting crowded, the stops are getting full. After walking for a hundred meters, Joana is waiting for the busway to go home. He has to save money because the end of the month is getting closer, moreover he will have unexpected expenses to repair his bike. Fifteen minutes waiting, the bus he was about to board finally arrived. Joana races inside with the other passengers.

He sat in the back, angled while leaning his head against the glass. From the outside, Joana does look strong, cheerful and bar-bar. But she is just a girl who often feels fragile, when remembering her parents who left her first. Joana misses, she misses being pampered. I miss her every time she asks

how's your mom doing today? every time he goes home from school.

There is your favorite food, quickly change clothes and eat yes.

No PR, honey? here mom help.

“Yes Lord..” Joana muttered to herself, along with her tears flowing profusely. His chest suddenly felt tight. Throat's choked. She was crying in silence.

There was no more such attention he had at this time. Indeed, he once had a foster family, but his affection certainly does not compare with the love of real parents.

Joana is back down at the stop that is in line with her house. He arrived just before nightfall, but the reddish sky began to reveal its color. Joana again had to walk, as far as three hundred meters to arrive at the house of Merry's grandmother who was a little far from the main road.

Joana opened her heels, because she could no longer bear her feet sore and scuffed because of the road so far. He held his heels in his right hand and his bag in his left hand.

“Joana.”

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