Secretly Loving You's

Ch 7 - Which is Your Character?

After that incident, Mr. Kaku became even more intense in teaching. I'm trying to absorb all the material. Every time I go home from work, I review the material I learned that day.

Mr. Kaku has a lot of subordinates, not just me, so I don't want to bother with taking up a lot of time. If there's anything I don't understand, I'll find out first. It's so nice for me to ask. The first reason, because he was very stiff and scary. The second reason, goes back to the first reason. Instead of having to die a flea, I'd better rack my brain first

I don't want to complain, but I think this job is too much for one person to do. Every day I am overwhelmed. Either in terms of absorbing matter or practice directly.

My job list is creeping up. As if there were no end. In the morning, I'll do the credit admin work. Includes withdrawal of due debtor data, filing of credit files, delinquent customer desk call and others.

At 10.00 WIB, I will go to Bank Indonesia to conduct clearing transactions, which is the process of exchanging warkat with other banks.

By noon, I will do the back office task of checking the office inventory and transaction costs incurred by the office. In the afternoon, I will return to work on the credit admin. That is doing the inputting for the defrosting process.

It's been two days of my work like that. Honestly, my body started to crumble. Some days always come home at night. Me, Mr. Armand and Mr. Security have always been the last occupants of our office.

"Arsha, yuk's lunch." Madam Amie, one of the senior tellers came over. Over the past few days, I have started to adapt. I've memorized all the names of the employees and interacted with all of them, even if it's just mince-talking.

"It's still not finished Ma'am ...."

"You have a lot of work?" He looked at my monitor and desk full of files. His face looks disappointed.

"Well, you've done a lot of work. Want to eat?" tanyakanya. I shook my head. "Yes, if that's me first." He also went with the funding team of the average woman.

My bad habits, when you focus on something, will forget about other things, such as eating. I can hold my hunger for as long as possible. No exception today.

After returning from BI (Bank Indonesia), I did not leave my desk. Today there are many disbursements, so the process of plugging into the system must be done immediately. For two hours I was struggling with the file on my lap, while my hands were dancing on the keyboard. Try typing as quickly as possible.

Moments later, the urge to urinate forced me to get out of my chair and rush to the toilet.

I was in the toilet for almost ten minutes. I wash my face to make it look fresher and meretouch makeup that starts to disappear. After putting on makeup and clothes, I returned to the room.

On the table, I found a white paper box. From the size, I estimate the food. And sure enough, when I approached, the box said 'Gudek Lumintu'. On top of the box was a note that read, 'Eating."

Whose food is this?

I looked around, to find out who put this food here. But due to the break hours, the occupants on the second floor were on average empty.

Suddenly my phone rang. Signs that a message has come in. Immediately kuscroll screen to view messages.

"Met Sha's lunch." The sound of a message that turned out to be from Mr. Haidar. I looked at the messages and the lunchbox in turn.

Oh, this food is from him?

Arsha: Thank you for lunch sir. Next time no need to bother 🙏️ I hump 🙏

Haidar : 🤔️

Haidar: What time will I be home?

Arsha: Less know sir.

Haidar: I'll pick you up.

Arsha: No need sir. I picked up the old man. Again thanks for the meal 🙏

The message continues to be sent to each other. I replied to the message while chewing the food. Mr. Haidar insisted on picking me up but I refused anyway. I don't know his motive for doing that? If I wanted to ge-er, I would have thought he was approaching me. But shouldn't he know the company rules better? There should be no co-worker relationship. So I would consider any form of attention given to this, only limited to co-worker relationships. No more than that.

***

"Not finished?"

"Ah, uh, yes .... Not yet sir." Suddenly Mr. Kaku was by my side. I immediately stood up and bowed my body. His presence is really intimidating.

"How many have not been inputted?"

"There are three files that haven't been, sir ...."

Time has shown at eight o'clock. If I follow the rhythm of my work, maybe only half ten of the work will be finished.

Mr. Kaku rolled up his sleeves up to the elbow. Unexpectedly, he sat in my chair and started typing.

"I type, you dictate" he said without looking at me.

"Eh, no need sir. I can finish it myself ...."

"Until what time if the wait is over. Please get me my HP."

"Where's Sir?"

"In my room. On the table," he replied as he began typing. I stood up hesitantly and awkwardly. Some want to ban it, but not power. In the end, I chose to go to his room.

On the table, I saw the rectangular and flat object. I grabbed it and prepared to leave the room. But a moment later, my steps stopped as soon as the corner of my eye saw the white box in the trash can. The box says 'Lumintu Gate'.

My mind started to wander. Did Mr. Haidar also buy Mr. Kaku lunch? It must be like that.

Maybe I'm too ge-er. Mr. Haidar must have bought everyone lunch. Why do I think he has more feelings for me? What a funny thought.

Not wanting to think too much, I went back to my desk.

***

For half an hour later, my job was to dictate, while Mr. Kaku was typing. When compared to my college girlfriends, I was pretty quick in terms of typing. But seeing Mr. Kaku, my typing ability is not at the end of his nails. Really super fast.

His figure seen from any angle looks very attractive. For a few days, I've never seen him smile. His figure was very stiff and serious. Cold and scary.

But seeing it like this makes me confused. Which boss helps the staff get the job done? Helps with typing, trivial jobs that should not be done.

Actually, which is his true nature? Why is it sometimes so cold, but on the next side it also looks warm? Which is his true character?

Such thoughts flashed for the next half hour.

The work that I should have completed within an hour and a half, could have been completed within forty minutes.

Time hasn't shown at nine as we get ready to go home.

"Pull your things over. I'm waiting downstairs." Without waiting for an answer, he immediately went downstairs. I was frightened, immediately rushed to clean up everything and followed him.

"Don't run. I will not lock it" said Mr. Abdul saw me running. I can only smile with embarrassment.

I rushed to the parking lot. My hope is, seeing dad's pick up car over there. But in the large parking lot there is only one vehicle. The Xpander is Silver. Everyone in the office knows who the owner is.

I tried to ignore and keep looking for Dad's car, but what I was looking for never came.

Is Dad still going somewhere else? Is dad late?

Such thoughts made me grab the phone, get ready to call.

TIN!! TIN!! TIN!!

The sound of horns and car lights shining right on my face shocked me. Shortly after, the car started to slowly drive and stopped right beside me. The driver lowered the glass and said, "Get in. I'll drive you." Without looking at me one bit.

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Happy Reading 🤗

NB: Still covering work yes. The plot is still ngesloooooowww. Sorry if bosen 😅🙏 Anyone can guess where this story will I take? 🤭

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