Old Love Early

JEALOUSY

It does not feel like two years I have worked at PT Majapahit. And We are very familiar without distinction of status, race, religion, or anything else. Here there are descendants of Javanese, Sundanese, Batak, Chinese, Dayak also exist.

Because my room is mixed with the manager's room and my sales associate with them is also more familiar.

"Rian, don't you come home from work?" ask Mbak Wati. For two years I worked here Kami, me and Ms. Wati often go walking either mall or just eat to unwind after work. Term We enjoy life with jeng jeng 😀

"Lahhh the old date Ma'am, the famine" I replied in a clear manner.

"Either that! there's news of gumbira! we're getting fed to the first-division kids"

"Weehh??!! tenane Maak? what is PHP?" I really want to get extra nutrition, in the last two days Mami cook just tempeee mulu. Yesterday oseng tempe, yesterday again bacem tempe.

"Ora, tenan yo. Ask the same HT. Really, do you eat food?"

It just so happens that there is a first division HT salesman whose real name is Tony Wijaya. I'd rather call salesmen by their names than by their codes.

"Yes Ma'am"

"Eating in what order is Koh?" tanyaku, yes Koh Tony he is of Chinese descent. Koh \= sister /mas

"Well, less know. Ntar Pak Agus who woro woro because not all invited" answered Koh Tony.

Shortly after, Mr. Agus entered the room and approached Us after lunch break.

"Tini, Wati, and Rian, come home from work and eat?"

" What is the show to sir?" kepo askaku

"Size, HT translucent turnover 2 Em" Pak Agus put his chin towards Koh Tony.

"Embierr" answered Koh Tony while wandering away accompanied by the laughter of Mr. Agus and other salesmen. Sales already know that Koh Tony sales turnover this month nyungsep because there are competitors who slam prices.

That's how if the salesmen gather there must be one that becomes bully-an material. But not to the point of hurting anyone, his wife is a gasak-an.

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After eating at a restaurant that is quite famous. Because the admin who was invited was only six people who happened to be all women and also happened to be not carrying their own vehicle that is me, Mbak Tini, Mbak Wati, Ms. Lany, Ms. Vita, and Indah. We were sent home by the salesman.

"Rian, you go home with HT. Bt .. Rian anter home" ordered Pak Agus

"Yuk Ma'am, my bike is in the parking lot" Koh Tony said. I followed her steps towards the parking area behind the restaurant.

"Non! Early ... Din" called someone whose voice was familiar to my ears, shortly after the parking lot.

Deg!! Mas Prast?! bathinku. I turned to the origin of the voice, and it was true that Mas Prast was walking towards me.

"Hi Non, how are you?" tanyanya while taking me shake hands.

"Alhamdulillah good Mas" I replied

"Who's same? alone?" ask again

I looked to the left right, where Koh Tony disappeared.

"Just like Temen Mas?"

"Where's the theme?" Mas Prast mocking smile.

"There's another motorbike"

"Bareng me aja yuk, tuh my car there" unexpectedly Mas Prast grabbed my arm and half dragged me to his car.

"I'm sorry I don't want to, I'm the same as me" I replied in fear while trying to escape from Mas Prast

"Mas, sorry that's my girlfriend where would you like to take her?" know Koh Tony has confronted Mas Prast with his motorcycle.

"Come on Yang, wait for it from earlier as well" Koh Tony said as he pushed Mas Prast to remove his hand.

I'm the one who can't say anything to his bike.

"Yuk cepetan rose" he said again.

I hurried the motorbike and my hands, which were already cold with fear, were placed in a circle in his stomach.

"Mari Mas, We go first" he said to Mas Prast, as it passed through Mas Prast held my hand.

"Din, I still love you" cried Mas Prast in an angry tone and saw me full of jealousy. I hid my face behind Koh Tony's back in fear.