Not the Son of the Prostitute

Where Are We Going?

"What do you think, sir?" ask the woman, who is almost half a century old. He has also provided several files for candidates who have been selected for their own selection by the boss.

"Eitherway. How do you think?" The man standing in front of him looked even more confused. Looking at the experience written in the applicants' data, there is nothing wrong. But the problem is why he has not been so sure about accepting one of them.

"It's been over a month that no one has taken on the job of secretary, sir. I'm just worried you'll fuss later." The woman advised the boss to accept one of them immediately. In addition to the smooth work, Haidar also needs people to set the schedule of his activities every day.

"Have you done an interview with them?" ask the man again.

"Already, Sir. And I see two of the five candidates that I've selected qualify you for. You can see it directly here. " Shows one of the data on the sheet of paper.

Haidar looks to nod. Then pull the file that the woman gave. "Yes, wait for my decision tomorrow. I'll check it again! You know this position can't be filled in just anyone?"

"Good, Sir. I understand." The woman resigned herself to bring all the files that were slightly scattered on the table. Before stepping out he had a chance to glance again at the young boss,

"What kind of secretary does the boss want?" whispering themselves. The woman chose to leave after carefully closing the door of the room.

The man pulled a drawer on his desk. Checking the flat object that he had deliberately stored in there. It turned out to be more than ten calls that he had no time to answer.

"What's this kid calling me?" Choose disregard. Haidar was convinced that Kia just wanted to revoke him again. The girl loved to contact him suddenly. If not, Kia will come directly to the office and force the man to accompany her to leave.

"Resiko's got a boy's wife!" whispered the man while closing the desk drawer. Haidar chose to leave his phone in there so that he could refocus on his work today.

In a cafe that looks crowded by the visitors. Two beautiful girls were talking about something. Kia tried to explain what work he offered the girl in front of him as his eyes continued to glance at the phone lying on his left.

Why didn't you pick up my phone? Where the hell is he?

"So, that's all. Easy, right?" Switch to Mutia. Kia seems to have understood once, even though he himself has not had any experience in the field.

"How's it? That's what you think!" The girl in front of him screeched. Mutia only responded casually because she did not want to expect too high. "Can't you find me a job somewhere else? I mean as a waiter, or cleaning service is no problem either. What matters is that I'm not unemployed."

Kia seemed to be twitching her forehead. The girl did not understand why Mutia even asked for a job as a waitress, while she had offered a good job for the girl. "How the hell! Do you want to be insulted again? You want to be humbled again by Kania? It's a good chance you can repay their treatment." Try to convince.

"Yes. But it doesn't suit me, Kia. I don't have any experience in that area." Mutia still refused what her best friend offered her because she was not sure she could do it herself. "What if the boss is fierce? What if I get angry later? How about ....."

Kia chuckled to herself hearing Mutia's chatter. "Why are you so pessimistic, anyway? You haven't tried it."

"But ...."

"Udah. Your pose is calm. I'm sure you can! Let's spirit!"

"Come on!" Suddenly Kia got up and extended her hand towards the girl.

"Where?" Mutia asked with a confused face.

A waiter rushed towards Kia and handed her a bill for the food they had ordered.

"One, two, three, four, five! Take it back!" Kia gave some money for the food she ordered with Mutia earlier.

"Thank you, Miss." The waiter smiled, feeling that today was a lucky day for him. When else try to get a good guest like this.

While Kia pulls Mutia's hand out of the cafe. The two girls headed for a red car that was still parked neatly in front of the building.

"Where are we actually going?" ask Mutia again. The girl had absolutely no idea where Kia would take her. "

"Ihhhh! He said he wanted to work!" After the seat belt was attached, Kia immediately stepped on the gas and drove her car out of the area.

On the way, Mutia continued to ask where the girl would take her, making Kia upset because she herself was not focused on driving.

"Aww.cn ...!" The girl's forehead clashed against the car's dashboard as the girl next to her stepped on the brakes abruptly. Mutia grimaced painfully rubbed her throbbing forehead. "Slow down, Kia! I don't want to die!"

The one over there was holding back laughter. Kia deliberately did that to keep Mutia quiet and did not ask constantly.

"Eat him don't be noisy! No, I'm not concerned! What if I get into an accident?"

The car is moving again at medium speed. Mutia was silent because she did not want the incident to happen again. Until the car they were riding in stopped in front of a very luxurious building lobby.

"Kia ... whose office is this? Got your papa?" Obviously PRATAMA GROUP has been very large in front of the building.

"Can't you read it?" Kia pointed at the girl's forehead loudly until the owner complained again.

"www ....! It's saki, Kia!"

"Haha ...!" Kia laughed happily at the expression on her best friend's face.

"Wait a minute, this isn't Kia's papa's office, is it?" I only realized after reading the name of the company.

Mutia was suddenly heavy to continue her steps. He knows where he is at the moment.

"May it not be the man who is the boss." Mutia could only hope in her heart if it was not Haidar– who became the company leader. While he searches for the girl's whereabouts, "Where is she?"

"Hey, manhunt!" It turned out that from the front there Kia waved her hand, inviting Mutia to catch up with her immediately.

"I want your recommendation in this office!" kia said that made the girl widen her eyes to hear a statement from her.