SIBURUK LOOKS LIKE AISYAH

AISYAH

The direction of his eyes stared intently at his laptop screen, when checking important data, at his company. Rangga held his throat, when thirst suddenly attacked. Without taking his eyes off the laptop screen, Aditya extended his hand - reaching for the glass. His direction of vision instantly shifted to the glass, as he felt it was so light in his hand. His handsome face was immediately enveloped in anger, when there was no white water in the tranparant glass.

Immediately Aditya grabbed the handle of the telephone, and contacted Simon, and of course, to confirm it to Simon.

"Hallo, Master!" simon replied, when the telephone connection is connected.

"Simon! Why is there no drink in my room this morning? And my desk, it looks dusty, too. Where's the cleaning power, who's in charge of cleaning my room?!"

"I'm sorry, sir.. Because you can't check your room. Because as far as I know, the Cleaning Service assigned to clean your room, always come in. And I'll be in touch with Lidya's mother soon! As the person in charge."

"Then call him! Before my patience is gone." His face was getting redder, with a flash that was clearly visible from the look of his face.

"Okay Sir... I'll call him immediately." replied Simon, turning off his phone.

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Staring intensely at her laptop screen, with eyes so focused, and occasionally the middle-aged woman's direction of view - staring at a sheet of paper, while entering important data, in the computer. The telephone sound on the telephone on his desk instantly shook, until the gaze immediately shifted, and reached the telephone handle.

"Hallo.." said Lidya, to the penelpone across the street.

"Hallo Bu Lidya! Where's Office Boy? The one who specially cleaned Mr. Aditya's room, and provided his drink. He just called, and got angry. Because the room is dirty."

Lidya's face immediately paled, will realize her new negligence - that Cleaning Cervise, who was specifically cleaning the President's room, had just resigned herself this morning.

"I'm sorry, Simon's secretary! This is my negligence, because I forgot that the OB who I cleaned the room Mr. Aditya, had just resigned himself this morning, on the grounds _want to go home."

"Keep how this is, Mother Lidya! You yourself know very well personally from our President. So you immediately find the person who replaced Mr. Hasan, and ask the pad to come immediately, to Mr. Aditya's room to immediately clean the room."

"Okay, secretary Simon! I will immediately find a replacement for Mr. Hasan, and tell him to go to Mr. Aditya's room."

"Alright, then I wait for his arrival." By terminating, the telephone connection was.

The body immediately rested on the back of the chair. When the middle-aged woman's head contents-worked, thinking about who would replace the duties of Mr. Hasan, clean the room of the Preasdir.

Lidya's daydreams, instantly split apart no less heard the knock on the door, from outside the room.

"Get in...!" it was, with a little bit of a scream.

The door of the room was wide open, and featured a dark-skinned woman, who was none other than Aisyah Maharani - carrying a bag of plastic in her hand.

Aisyah gave her clumsy smile, with a foot swing stepping into the room. That black plastic baghe put it on Lidya's desk.

"Sorry, Mum.. Because a little long. Karen, I'm still in line."

"I'm really sorry, for bothering you, for asking you to buy food for me."

"It's okay, Mom! And then, excuse me." said Aisyah, swinging her legs out of the room.

Just now Aisyah was weaving her two legs, suddenly there was a call from Lidya, who stopped the footsteps.

"Sina...."

"What's wrong, ma'am?"

"Is there anything you're doing after this?"

"No, Mom! Because maybe today, the first day I worked was my job, not much."

"Oh... That's so..."

"Yes Mom.."

"Connecting because you no longer have activities - now I also order you, to go to the President's room. To clean the room."

The face that had seemed ordinary, immediately seemed so shocked - with the eyeballs almost bursting. He tried to avoid the father-biologist of his two daughters, now exactly two asked, to come to the man.

"I mean Mother? Mother asked me to come to the President's room now, and also clean the room." Aisyah asked again, to confirm Lidya's word.

His two eyebrows are linked. His face was shrouded in astonishment, seeing the look on Aisyah's face, which was so startled - hearing the edict from her.

"Why is your experience like that? Aren't you still at work? And you're here, working as a cleaner, so where's the fault? If I ask; for you, to clean Mr. Aditya's room."

Aisha still explained her face. It is like losing strength. Wanting to feel at this moment he shouted in front of Lidya-rejecting the old woman's orders. His pair of eyes were staring full at Lidya, with expectant gazes.

"Why should I, Mom? Why not the others," pinta Aisyah.

Highlight Lidya's eyes, staring slightly sharply, found Aisyah's rejection. "So you refused my orders, as your superior!"

Lidya's speech, with the volume of the sound rising, was able to make Aisyah's guts shrink. Because after all, he could not refuse Lidya's orders, because indeed he was still in the work.

"How else? Because it is my profession, is a clean energy." inwardly, resigned to circumstances.

"Alright Ma.. I'm going to Mr. Aditya's room, to clean the room."

"Then you go to his room."

"Well Ma'am." replied Aisyah resignedly, by turning back the body - passing from Lidya's room.

The hand grips it, carrying some clean tools - which he will be under - towards Aditya Wirawan's room.

The body leaned resignedly against the wall of the elevator, and anchored his thumb at the number twenty. His face looked very uninspired, when the fear came back to him.

"Lord... I don't know what will happen to my life. But I ask, let me remain with my two protons." muttered Aisyah, with a fixed gaze staring at the constantly changing figures, which would carry her on the twentieth floor.

"Tin.." The elevator doors are wide open. The two legs were indirect, stepping outside. Exhaling his long breath, preparing himself as best he could.

"Lord... Again please, don't let the man know who I am." he murmured, and immediately took his long strides away from the elevator.

The self was increasingly shrouded in fear, but Aisyah continued the footsteps. Stepping, and keep stepping-that brings him closer to the room of Prsdir. From a distance of sight it caught the figure of a man, who was busy with files on his desk.