Neighbor Oh Neighbor

overtime

“Sinta... design of our mall project plagiarized, Adiwijaya company uses the design we are working on.”

The deg!

I was surprised, as far as I have a soft copy of the design is part drafter and architect.

“Who dares to divulge the designs I've been struggling to make!?” Her jolt.

“Who!?” his yell.

I was shocked and retreated a few steps back.

“While tomorrow we have to present it.”

“If I find him, I will fire him disrespectfully!” he said loudly, clenching his fists.

Mr. Damar restored his hair and rubbed his face rough. I try to be as calm as possible.

“Pak Damar calm down first --“

“How can I calm down, Sinta!” Touch again.

“Pak we can still work on it now, there is still time, if we need to overtime tonight,”, I said giving advice.

He nodded for a moment and nodded.

“Ya, right, right why not think of me.”

“Call the dafter section, the architect and the one taking care of the project budget to my room immediately!”

“Good, Sir.”

I immediately contacted the employee in question Mr. Damar, they were all surprised when I told the presentation material for tomorrow imitated by another rival company.

Mr. Damar did not question who leaked the presentation material, which is important now the presentation material is completed and certainly must be better than the previous one.

Angga, Raka, Cellin, Andina, me and several other employees work hard to rotate the brain to produce a unique design, attractive but good quality with the appropriate project budget.

Of course with the help of the ideas of Mr. Damar who is smart and brilliant.

Regarding my answer to Mr. Lukman also has not been conveyed to Andina. I'll tell you tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

The day before the magrib, the work was not finished as well, I immediately went out of Mr. Damar's room to perform the magrib prayer at the mosque.

We had dinner together in Mr. Damar's room, he ordered food through an online application.

Created familiarity and cohesiveness of the team, until the work is completed well.

Thank God, it was finally finished as well, everything looked relieved after a hard day of work.

Before going home we took a short break while sipping warm coffee made by Andina while talking.

After saying goodbye they went home one by one, the clock has shown at 22:15, I see Mr. Damar still sitting in his chair.

“Pak, I go home first,”pamit me to Mr. Damar.

“Ya, well, thank you for your hard work today.”

“Good Sir, equally.”

I immediately went downstairs to the parking lot, the office was very quiet, there were only two security people standing guard in front of the office gate.

I'm heading to the place where my bike is parked. I went straight up to my bike and started it, it didn't turn on, I pressed it once again and it didn't turn on. I'll check my gas right away, full. I tried the starter one more time, it's still not on.

Then I took my phone in my backpack, Emm I just ordered a taxi online, and yes Allah .. My phone dropped, completely dead either since when, it seems I forgot to charge the battery this morning.

When I was confused, there was a person who approached me, not so bright lights to the parking lot. So I can't see clearly.

“love!”

“Aaaa ... ! Astarghfirullah!“ I jumped and screamed loudly. I was really surprised.

“This is me, Sinta,” heard a familiar baritone voice in my ear, seen in front of me stood the figure of Mr. Damar.

“Ya Allah .. sorry, sir I am shocked, I think whose Father, “ I said while looking down embarrassed, because it had shouted in front of Mr. Damar.

“Eng .. anu Pak, my motor broke down,”my answer was a bit nervous.

“Ya already you I just deliver,”tawarnya.

“No need, sir, later troublesome, please order a taxi online only Sir, because my phone is dead,”my phone is polite.

“Don't, it's been very night, it's not good women go home alone.”

“But Sir ... ”

Mr. Damar immediately put my motorcycle into office security. He immediately opened the door of his car and allowed me to enter, I could not refuse his help.

Mr. Damar was sitting next to me, as usual I was sitting a little to the edge so as not to get too close to Mr. Damar.

“Street Sir!” tell Mr. Damar.

Mr. Karyo immediately drove the car towards my house. On my way home, I was silent, very awkward for me.

Suddenly Mr. Damar opened a conversation.

“Have you received Lukman's application?”

Huh huh? Why did he suddenly ask this? is the employer also authorized for the personal affairs of its employees?

“Not Sir,”I replied slowly.

“Do you reject it or accept it?”tanyanya.

Why is Mr. Damar acting so weird tonight.

“I have not given any answer sir,”ujarku.

Mr. Damar seemed to nod and throw his gaze out the car window.

“Oh yes, regarding earlier, I apologize for being angry, it is not my intention to scold you, Sinta, it's just that I eng.. a little panic,”tukannya again.

“Ya Sir, it's okay, I understand the conditions, Mr.”

“Em Good,” said short.

We were silent for a moment. Until Mr. Damar starts the conversation again.

“As for Lukman, eng ... , this is what I mean .. “ he looks nervous and does not continue his words, I have never seen Mr. Damar like that.

“Pak Lukman why Sir?” tanyaku relax.

“Yes already, forget it,” then he stared ahead without speaking again until he arrived at my house.

Late at night, Mr. Damar dropped me off right in front of the house.

I got down and didn't forget to say thank you.

At home, my mother immediately hugged me.

“Yes Allah Sin, I thought you were okay, I was worried once.”

“Mother has contacted your phone many times but not connected,”continue mother.

“Sinta's phone is dead Mom, Sorry yes Mom forgot to tell Mom, Nisa overtime Bu because tomorrow the presentation of the office project.”ujarku is full of regrets.

Mom nodded, and looked outwards.

“Lho where's your bike?”

“Motor Nisa broke down, Mom, Boss Sinta who delivered home.”

“Alhamdulillah, you arrived safely, yo wis yuk we enter yuk, you must be tired”.

Then me and mom go inside, and rest, hopefully the body will be refreshed tomorrow morning.

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