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Ch 3 - Day One Work

The happy news was greeted with a big shake. We who live in the suburbs still adhere to a tradition that is beginning to be forgotten by the times. That same night, my family held a celebration. As a form of gratitude for the fortune that has been given.

My family is not from a family with a high educational background. My father graduated SD, while my mother was Junior High. But the thoughts of both are extraordinary. For them, education and morals are number one. For that, they forced themselves to send me as high as possible, despite having to limp in to get me this title.

Getting this job raised my family's status in the eyes of the neighbors. During this time the determination of father and mother is always viewed one eye. For them, sending girls is useless. After marriage, girls forget their parents. But those superficial thoughts could never control my parents. They remain steadfast in their stance and walk the path they have believed in.

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The first day of work was horrendous. Mom and Dad forced us to drive. I'm 22 years old, but he still treats me like a child.

Not without reason they did. Actually, I'm not an only child. I had an older brother, but at a young age, he had to die because of an accident.

After that incident, the father and mother became more protective than before. They never let me out on my own, unless there were certain times they could not accompany me, like at the last interview yesterday.

This time too. They forced me to drive me to work like I was dropping off a kid on the first day of school.

The journey from home to office, - ah it was so nice to mention the word 'office', as if I had become a career woman now - took about 40 minutes. Driving the flagship pick up car, we left at six in the morning.

The streets are still empty. No constraints of any meaning. Before seven o'clock, we were in the Gajah Mada Square area. The office is still closed. It only looks like security is on guard.

"Nay just wait in front. Dad, I'll just go ahead. Isn't there a delivery today to Lumajang?" I whispered as I glanced at the cargo at the back. There is a ready-to-distribute krupuk krupak ball.

"Are you sure the opo-opo yen doesn't live in Nduk?" (Surely there is nothing if I stay, Son) \=> For the next conversation of Javanese they will be transferred using Indonesian.

"Yes, sure. The proof was yesterday that Nay was able to come here by himself. Nay is working. It's not a kid anymore."

"For us, you will always be a baby. No parent is not worried about his child ...."

Almost ten minutes of arguing, until finally the Father and Mother relented and chose to continue the journey.

I chose to sit in the office. Mr. Security cannot open an office because the key is held by two supreme leaders.

"Congratulations Ma'am, finally the sampeyan who was selected and accepted here" said Mr. Security, whose name tag was named Abdul. He was the one who led me to the leadership room yesterday.

"Yes Father, thank God. Still don't expect to be elected sir."

"Yes, I have to be really grateful. The sideyan's competition is heavy. There is an S2. There are also UI graduates."

"But why was I chosen, sir?" manya curious. Until now I still don't think. Compared to graduates of the University of Indonesia and get an S2 degree, of course the university where I graduated will be underestimated. But why am I the chosen one? It is still a big question mark that may never disappear before getting an answer.

"That's the name of a prayer from your parents. Make the impossible possible. Kun fayakun ...."

Innova Reborn is black and Xpander silver enters the parking lot simultaneously. All the employees rushed in, getting ready for the morning briefing.

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That morning, I was introduced as a new employee in the presence of all employees. It felt so awkward and tense, my grill fever came back. Even though he only spoke one or two words, it felt very thrilling. Especially when that spy made me the center of attention. I'm the kind of person who doesn't like to be the center of attention. I prefer to be behind the scenes.

The branch has 25 employees, led by a branch manager, a head of operation, a frontliner supervisor, two tellers, two customer service, five sales lending, five sales funding, and two customer service, one general affair, two office boys, two security, two drivers and one back office.

I filled the vacancy of the back office position that had been left by the previous employee. There was no special clearing officer or credit admin, so I doubled the job at once.

There is no back office supervisor and credit admin, so for my current position directly under the supervision of the head of operation held by Mr. Kaku aka Mr. Armand. The thought of being his men directly made me cringe. I can already imagine the tough days I'm going to have in this office.

Mr. Armand, stay stiff as always. During the morning briefing, he only looked at me once. Flat expressionless look. That was when Mr. Marga mentioned our names simultaneously.

"Arsha, since there's no back office supervisor, so your direct supervisor is Armand. He will help you to direct all the work for which you are responsible. Morbrief. Please return to your respective places and work happily." Mr. Marga closed the morning briefing that morning. All employees go back to their desk. It was only me and Mr. Armand, who were still standing awkwardly in the middle of the banking hall.

"Bring your things. Come with me." The low voice broke the silence. I awkwardly picked up the bag lying on the customer's seat and followed Mr. Armand who had walked first.

We went up to the second floor. The branch manager room is on the third floor. Head of operation on the second floor. Mr. Marga and Mr. Armand have their own space, while the staff room is only separated by partition dividers.

My own room is on the second floor, the same floor as Mr. Armand is on. On the second floor there are twelve staff rooms whose eleventh floor has been filled. Leaving only one room that is closest to the head of operation.

My throat was instantly dry. I swallowed with great difficulty. It is certain that the room will be a room of hell.

"This is your desk." Mr. Armand who had been walking in front of me, pointed to a space separated by a gray partition.

In the room with a size of no more than 2 meters x 2 meters, there is a brown curled work table decorated with several drawers. On the table there is a monitor screen, keyboard, desk phone, calendar, and a stack of files that mount.

"That's my room." Mr. Kaku pointed at the tightly closed room. It is next to my room.

"Because there is no back office supervisor or credit admin supervisor, you are under my direct supervision. During this week, I will train you myself. Prepare your brain to digest, for I will not repeat my words a second time."

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Happy Reading 😚

NB: Still early chapter, ngeslow2 first yes 🤭

Who wonders, how can a head teach children training directly? Hohoho, it could have been. A lot happens in the real world, for example, I'm one of 😂