Senior Beautiful Incaranku

Fragile rusty iron

Povs. Ayuna Maharani

I can't stand Gita's babbling. Because he felt like he was constantly provoking my emotions from the beginning of our conversation. Especially by involving the names Danu and Mr. Robert.

Gita's words are not what they used to be. Is there really anything else he knows? Why is it as if he is being so curious?

"No need to help me,"

"No need to be self-employed, too,"

"Because not everyone wants to be helped by others, including me!"

Already, all quiet. After my words just now. The words that come out are accompanied by a tone of annoyance, mimic full of emotion, because they can no longer bear the attitude of the Gita.

I chose to sit down and do my job. Because I was out of focus, I repeatedly had to revise the text that I now made. Why do I work like this? When the brain thinks about what, while the heart feels something else? Feel useless.

I turned to the man in navy clothes next to me. A man who has not spoken a word to me until now. Several times I saw him pinching the base of his head, then laying his head on the table.

Is he sick?

No need to know, no need to be busy paying attention to her, Ayuna.

Isn't this what you want?

Distanced him. Get him out of your mind.

"Mba, lunch" Syifa told me. Because it's time to rest.

I smiled a little, "yes, go first, Fa,"

"Andu, have lunch," Syifa also invited Danu.

"I'm ajar, Fa," he said in a limp tone.

"Do you look like you're not healthy?" Tanya Syifa approached Danu's desk. Trying to grab Danu's head with his palm, maybe Syifa wants to measure the heat or not of Danu's forehead.

But not yet touched, Danu immediately dodged. Avoiding the touch of Syifa.

"I'm sorry" said Syifa. "I just want to check if you have a fever" he continued in a cautious tone.

Em, I can't comment. Although there is a bit of a strange feeling in this heart because it could see the rejection of Danu Syifa touch.

"Yes, if so we go out first" Syifa looked stiff. Take Gita out for lunch. Even so, he still gave me a smile.

But not with the Gita, who usually makes small talk. This time he chose silence, put on a sour face and just walked out. Syifa followed her friend.

"We had lunch first, yeah ..." Syifa gave a strange smile. A smile that showed how clumsy he was as he waved his hand.

I opened the drawer, saw that there was some kind of medicine in it. Then my eyes look for pain medication or headaches. Without thinking for long, I took the medicine and gave it to Danu, "this,"

Danu didn't answer anything, I chose to put the painkiller on his desk.

"If you are not strong, just go home!" That's the advice I can give Danu. Reluctant to make small talk, I headed out for lunch.

Is this a I? Remembering all the treatment Danu gave me when I was sick. Even when I'm in big trouble. Danu was the one who helped me. Although that's not what I really want.

I feel like a human being who can't return the favor. So mean.

Let it be, this is my choice. The choice to keep my heart safe. No longer feel too dependent on Danu who continues to be close to me. Like earlier.

Arriving at a fast food restaurant near the office, I felt something strange. Even awkwardly. Because there are so many eyes that look at me from top to bottom. Then whisper to each other. Bustled.

Whatisthis? What exactly were they discussing with eyes that looked at me as if hungry?

This is what scared me a little. Are they really talking about me?

I immediately lined up, to order fried chicken with rice. After a few minutes, my order was finished. Then I headed straight to the office back.

Arriving in the office hallway, there were some people who looked at me strangely like in the fast food restaurant earlier. Then whisper to each other. I decided to go to the work room immediately.

"Eh, yes. She's the one, "a woman looks at me cynically talking to her other female friend.

"Beauty, anyway! So it's only natural that Mr. Robert booked him!" The woman's friend.

What did that woman just say? Bookings?

"Yes, maybe she's selling her beauty to lure Boss' heart!" He said again while giggling.

"He didn't know that Boss was a big player!" Connect friend.

"I guess he's not selling, can give free to find safe in the office!"

What the fuck? What did I just hear? Are they talking about me? I don't want to get dizzy. I prefer to continue the footsteps that have felt vibrating, no longer strong to stand, then immediately enter the work room.

When I got into the room, I saw Gita and Syifa inside. It turns out that the two of them also chose to eat in the workroom.

"Satisfied now??"

Huh huh? What just came out of Gita's mouth? Is he talking to me?

"Gita," said Syifa as if to calm him down.

"Geez, Ayuna!!!"

At first I didn't mind Gita's words. However, when she snapped at me, I understood that Gita was talking about me.

I placed the food on my desk, then let out a long sigh, "Why?"

I'm still trying to hold back my emotions to face the fiery-looking Gita.

"Why?? Why is it still??" Gita looked at me cynically, "don't be so strong, Ayuna!!!"

I don't understand where the Gita's talking. Does this have anything to do with his anger this morning? Or is there something else? Including the looks of the people out there.

I was still silent, trying to dampen my emotions. Because if I take it out, I'm sure I can no longer control it.

"No, look!! He is still tough!! Though mah ..." Gita's speech hangs when Danu just entered, out of nowhere.

Danu looked at us in turn, then sat down at her work chair.

"Ayuna, don't be strong as iron!!"

Gita's still chattering, making my head hurt. Where exactly is he talking?

"The rusty iron!!" Say it again with a tone full of emotion.

"But it's fragile!!" Further. Looked at me with angry eyes. Even his gaze was arguably a look of hatred.

"Gita, what do you mean??" Ask Danu.

I don't understand why Danu spoke up after almost a day she said nothing to me.

"And you know what I mean. So, you don't have to be a cover-up either!" Gita. Then he just came out of the work room by slamming the door.

While Syifa was just holding her head, looking at me grimacing as if begging for forgiveness.

"Mba, I don't know anything. The oath!" He said by pointing two fingers at me.

"I don't know why Gita said it was like that" he continued with a scared face.

"Udah, don't talk about it. Keep on eating" I said.

I don't want to talk about this at the office. Especially involving many people around me. Although actually my heart was like stuck thousands of needles when I heard Gita's words earlier.

I stared at the food on the table, becoming lustless. What Gita says is true, I am like iron. The iron rusted. It looks strong, but it is actually fragile.