Nadira (forgotten)

*Women's version of dry banana

No matter what our circumstances are,

We want to be happy, sad, disappointed, or hurt

Time will not stop waiting for us

Time will continue to follow its course.

If you want to make the most of your time, as much as possible,

you should know what are your top priorities,

And do your best to achieve it.

Time passed so quickly, it did not feel like it had been three months I returned to my homeland. Everything is going well, there are no significant obstacles. The mega project I worked on went according to plan all along. I sent almost half the experts to do it plus with quality materials to add to the scale of this project more smoothly. At the beginning of the project, the company is asked to build subsidized housing but environmentally friendly, they want quality homes but still reach the lower middle class, this is what attracted me from the beginning to follow the tander of the project with the company of Mr. Biantara, behind his ridiculousness tucked his concern for others. Maybe for the next year or two we will focus on this project, the other half will be Yuni who will end it all.

"Tock.tok.tok.." Dira who was reading the files accompanied by Ema who sorted through the old files and new files turned in unison towards the door.

I raised my head on Ema's mother and then answered her by shrugging her shoulders. Usually if you are Yuni, without knocking on the door she will just go straight in, and other employees almost never see me directly for almost three months, all affairs will pass the selection of mbak Yuni first only later mbak Yuni who will face me.

"Yes in" I said later.

Shortly after the door opened, a cleaning service entered with a tray in his hand and placed a tea-like drink on my desk.

"This is a drink order for Dira's mother, a direct order from Mr. Satya" he said politely, then put an invitation right next to his drink.

I gave the lyrics a quick glance and saw the cleaning service with a questioning look

"That's an invitation also from Mr. Satya, so he stopped by for a while to leave this and leave again"

I'm lyrically drinking that, Tea? I took it and I breathed the aroma, and,

"Teh jasmine" I said as I inhaled its aroma deeply, making the feeling calm and relaxed. Besides there is honey and lemon, you know very well about Satya if his nephew is again stun to see the files that are stacked like a mountain of kidul.

Soon I'll mix the tea to my liking. Fresh jasmin tea plus two tablespoons of honey plus half the feeling of lemon,

Sruuupt...

Aaaah, how nice, I enjoyed it by closing my eyes.

"Such wisdom Em" I said calmly

Ema who saw me just shook her head, she knew I really liked this. Maybe among the creatures on this earth only Ema really knows me well other than those two omku of course.

"You don't ask Em, if you want to make your own there" I always said, like a child who was afraid his favorite food would be snatched, hehe..

"No miss. I'm not thirsty" he answered flatly, then focused again on the files in front of him.

"Don't be too in forsir so Em, rest first" said I saw Ema who was too focused on her work. My job is more precise, he willingly helped me.

"Lady, it's about to end and then we can leave this to our client tomorrow" he replied without looking at me, his eyes focused on the sheet of paper piling up in front of him.

"It's up to you Em, you if you look - look like Satya if You're Working, too focused to forget the same as your personal life. Do not be a dry canoebo version of the woman yes Em" my celebutukan made Ema stop her activities, her gaze sharp, cold, penetrated my bones. Swallowing the saliva with great difficulty, what is wrong with my words?

Serem is also Ema if fashion is angry yes guys...

not afraid at all hehe...