Neighbor Oh Neighbor
Past times
Today I came early, because I will prepare the files for Mr. Boss' meeting with his client.
Fortunately, the report to the Government, Police, and Lurah about the existence of the project that Angga worked on was completed yesterday afternoon, even when the office had begun to be quiet.
Mr. Damar waits for the report in the room until I finish working on it, why doesn't he tell me to do it tomorrow or do it at home.
Really this one boss put my patience to the test.
When I was about to enter the office, I passed Andina and Cellin, they were accounting staff who managed finances and compiled cash books, periodic financial statements, and so on, responsible for project cash and others.
“Love, what time did you come home yesterday?” Cellin asked.
“Nearly magrib forced me to pray magrib in the mosque first yesterday, Mr. Damar said the report must be ready that afternoon, I had to go home late.”
“Emang Mr. Damar has never changed, yes, firm and indisputable, his secretary no one feels at home, if his secretary is even slightly fired that day, Severe Sin? “ bright Andina to me.
“Listen-heard the heck he was once disappointed, betrayed by his girlfriend, they used to study together in America, even though they had planned to marry lo.”
“Trus reportedly the girl was his first secretary when Mr. Damar began to serve as CEO in this office.” Andina explained again.
“What's more cold and speaking attitude when I can't stand it, fortunately we employees rarely meet ya Din.” Celin.
“Pantes Pak Damar nyari who hijab your kayak Sin, Sinta is not likely to be horrified ... ” Cute Celin again.
“Hush” Andina gestured to Cellin not to continue her words maybe she was afraid I was offended.
I just quietly listened to them, so that's why they chose me to be a secretary, they think hijab-wearing women are more patient, legowo, persecuted in silence.
Well if until prayer alone he was angry like yesterday I will not stay silent, but he can guarantee me to enter heaven, right? wong he did not necessarily enter heaven.
We split up on the third floor and I headed to the fourth floor, and immediately prepared the files for a meeting with the client later in the afternoon.
Mr. Damar is a graduate of the University of California's Master of Engineering (MEng).
Berkeley College of Engineering is very well known for producing many successful entrepreneurs, among its alumni are the co-founders and CEOs of some of the largest companies in the world.
Mr. Damar has above average intelligence so he was able to complete his S2 at the famous University Outside the Negri with the best value and was able to lead a company of this magnitude in place of his father.
I'm ready with all the files in hand and waiting for Mr. Damar at the door of the CEO's office.
Shortly after Mr. Damar came out of his room, he went straight to the elevator door without inviting me, half running I followed his wide steps from behind, with my files and my backpack.
In the elevator Mr. Damar just silent, I did not dare to ask anything, I only dared to stare at his shiny expensive pantofel shoes.
He went straight to the receptionist, there was Lisa there I really wasn't ready to meet Lisa, I followed in Mr. Damar's footsteps from behind, because he didn't say anything so I followed him wherever he went, yesterday Mr. Damar just invited me to meet a client.
“Lisa if anyone is looking for me say I met briefly outside.”
“Good Mr. Damar.” Lisa's Saying.
I looked towards Lisa and accidentally Lisa also looked at me, she pointed towards me and Mr. Damar alternately with looks of wonder and disbelief, surely after Mr. Damar turned towards the exit.
“Secretary??” Lisa asked half-whispered towards me in disbelief.
I left Lisa who was fixated with her gawking face, immediately I followed Mr. Damar quickly.
Luxury Camry car with private driver was waiting in front of the office, Mr. Damar immediately entered and sat in the back.
I immediately opened the front door of the car and planned to sit near the driver only.
Suddenly Mr. Damar got down again from the car and ...
“Sinta sits in the back only.”
Whats? Didn't you hear me wrongly call my name? Since when did he know my name I never even introduced myself to him.
May Mr. Damar turn into a better person.
“Good Sir.”
I immediately got into the car sitting next to Mr. Damar, I shifted to the edge so as not to get too close to Mr. Damar.
During the trip we just kept quiet, while Mr. Damar was busy with his laptop.
Mr. Damar's cell phone rang, He spoke to someone "Yes Haloo?”
“I'm out meeting with client.”
“Iya Lukman later I check, send it to my email only.”
“What? Copied? I'll tell you again, okay." Mr. Damar smiled, at a glance from the front rearview mirror, he could also smile I thought.
“Ahh can aja you Man” while having a small laugh. I can laugh again.
“Ok.”Mr. Damar closed the conversation.
Lukmans? Means Mr Lukman's friend Mr Damar? same Mr. Lukman he can be sweet, how the others can not.
After calling the look of his face back flat as before and returned to the laptop.
A 30-minute ride feels like days in this car.
We met with a client at a Cafe, a middle-aged oriental-faced man wearing glasses immediately shook Mr. Damar's hand tightly.
We had a casual conversation that didn't look like a meeting with a client. Mr. Damar seemed so familiar with the Chinese-logged client.
“Owe choose the design of the building you made aja Damar for the renovation of the apartment owe, you choose just yes, owe believe in the same lu.”
“O Yes Papa you healthy Mar? Haven't seen you in a long time?”
“Papa healthy Om.”
“Sail to Papa you yes.”
“Iya, later convey.”
“Ya already, later you will say how much Mar?”
Once agreed, I immediately submitted the papers for Mr. Tomy to sign. Mr. Tomy looked at me.
“Your room change secretary again huh? Why don't you know us to owe?”
“Iya Om Tomy, which used to be no match.” Mr. Damar's.
“Whose name are you?" Ask Mr. Tomy to me.
“Sinta Pak.”
“Why is this Damar different from what it used to be?”
Mr. Damar simply replied with a smile.
“They are beautiful Damar, beautiful natural.” Mr. Tomy half whispered towards Mr. Damar, I could hear Mr. Tomy clearly.
Mr. Damar looks to fix his right seat, while tidying up his suit and turning his eyes in the other direction.
My face reddened like a boiled shrimp I immediately subdued my gaze.
Why is there a moment like this when working makes me ashamed.
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Elsewhere, apparently Winda is now a career woman, the trifshop business is increasingly spreading its wings. Winda now often goes to the city, only to intervene alone shopping.
There are companies that do accept export and import residual goods. Which is sold again. Although used goods but still good sometimes Winda, lucky to find ball goods that almost all contents worth using.even still wrapped in plastic neatly. Sometimes when telling employees to wash clothes and iron them again to look neat, not infrequently from employees find money.
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Thank you for waiting for the story of Sinta later insya Allah make Kisan Santanya yes hehe, the twins
