Not the Son of the Prostitute

Gossiped

Mutia stared at her appearance once more before stepping in through the office lobby of Pratama Group. The girl hesitated, because all this time had never felt working in an environment like this. In addition to Mutia's education which is only a high school graduate, is it possible that large companies are willing to accept it?

"Please come in, Miss." The security guard in front of the lobby immediately let the girl in. Mutia until gawking made. Yesterday we got kicked out. Now welcome like a guest of honor.

"Eh ...!" Mutia was a little confused since the man also threw her away.

"Miss Mutia, right?" A woman came to greet him too. Either of them knows if today he will be one of the prospective employees in the company. Remember yes, still A CANDIDATE! mutia said her position was awakened.

"Miss is asked directly to Mr. Haidar's room," said the woman again who made Mutia immediately stop her steps.

"What, Ma'am?" tanya Mutia made sure. Maybe he caught it wrong.

"You're asked to Mr. Haidar's room directly." The woman repeated her words earlier.

"But ... shouldn't I do the interview first?" mutia asked the woman in front of her.

"Master Haidar himself asked for it." Actually, he was also confused why the girl in front of him was immediately told to the boss' room. Instead of being a potential new hire, the girl should have passed some requirements first. Is it because he is a friend of his future fiancee to get special treatment? The woman could only contend without daring to reveal it directly.

"Oh well." Mutia just complied. Using the elevator like the one she had used yesterday with Kia, the girl climbed to the floor of the boss' room.

Yesterday after a long drama, the man finally decided to consider Kia's proposal to make himself a new secretary in his company.

"Tomorrow tell him to come here!" haidar said while pointing towards Mutia. Kia immediately smiled, feeling successful because her seduction was able to melt the man's heart.

"okay! Tomorrow I'll bring him here!" As a friend, Kia could not possibly let Mutia set out alone to her new workplace.

"No need! Let him go alone!" refuse Haidar unexpectedly. Kia who was sitting on the sofa of the room immediately got up and approached her lover.

"Why? I'm sure Mutia doesn't mind either."

Kia's expression was immediately responded to by Haidar's small arm. "No! Let him learn to be independent!" Then the man's gaze turned to the girl who was still sitting on the sofa of his room. "You don't mind, are you going alone?"

Mutia could only nod quickly. Actually the girl really wanted someone to accompany her when she first entered work, but ..

"Please, Miss. Mr. Haidar is already waiting for you inside." Mutia regained her senses from her daydream as the woman who had ushered in her voice just in front of her. The boss's door seemed a little open. The girl was afraid to step up. However, having already obtained direct permission, Mutia finally ventured to push the door of the room cautiously.

Slowly Mutia stepped as the male baritone's voice sounded from behind her seat.

"You're five minutes late!"

Mutia stammered. He glanced at the clock on his wrist and right. "I'm sorry, sir, I was ..."

"Don't repeat, I don't like my time wasted!" said the man up ahead so coldly. Mutia herself opened her eyes several times because she could not believe that the one sitting in front of her was Haidar, the man who teased her yesterday at the restaurant. But, now his attitude is very different when in the office.

"When do you want to stand there?" Haidar's voice again jerked Mutia's daydream. I don't know since when the man was standing right in front of him. Haidar was staring at Mutia's appearance from top to bottom.

"Lumayan," he whispered slowly.

"Okay, sir, I'll excuse you first." The girl headed for the room that was only covered in glass as a barrier. Mutia began to sit down and check the actual files she did not know at all about. Lucky not long after the door of the room opened again, came the woman who had delivered to the front of the boss room.

"Let me help." The woman who had introduced herself named Nina taught Mutia very painstakingly. He also looks very friendly when Mutia asks something that he does not understand.

"Relax, you will get used to it. The important thing is to learn."

Mutia simply nodded in agreement.

"Wouldn't Mr Haidar be angry if I hadn't been able to work so fast? Mr. Haidar isn't it?" Mutia slightly lowered her voice. The girl wanted to know a little about the boss. If you ask Kia, certainly not good, right? Chance, he thought the woman had not left her room.

Whether I know angry or not, try it, try it! nina whispered as she stared at the girl.

But seeing what this girl was treated like, there seemed to be something between them.

Nina continued to whisper to herself. He had absolutely no intention of conveying it to Mutia.

Until finally the person who had been the topic of the conversation appeared. And worse since then Mutia had not realized his arrival at all. "What if I make it wrong to be fired? I am ... I ...." The girl asked me another question.

But, the one asked was silent and looked very agitated. As if holding something.

"Gosipin's dad?" Suddenly Haidar's voice sounded right behind him. The girl gasped, Mutia hurriedly twisted her body and found that the man was already standing there.

"Tu ... Mister?" Mutia swallowed her coarse salivation. His face also paled aware of the mistake he had just made.

"When are you here?" I wish I hadn't heard what I was talking about just now. Though clearly Haidar heard it clearly.

The man's gaze led to Nina. As if knowing, the woman hurriedly parted and left Mutia alone in the room.

"Mba, where are you going?" Mutia felt the air in the room change. He wanted to run away, but where?

"Don't gossip during work hours!" As if that satire was directed at him. Mutia simply nodded upon hearing Haidar's words.

"I'm sorry, sir, I was just ..."

"Gossiped? Why not just ask the person directly?" the man was quick.

Whaaat! No way, crazy when he told her to be with himself.

"Sorry, Sir. Again sorry. I promise I won't gossip anymore."

"Why?

"Hhhhh ...! Meanin?"

"Why would I be angry?" ask Haidar again.