The Love Story of Citra

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This morning, I was getting ready to go to work at the Wijaya property company owned by Mr. Edson Police. I didn't know the office was his.

I wear office clothes and hijab. Then walk slowly out of the room towards the living room. Arriving there, it was seen that everyone had gathered and I immediately sat on my bench.

"For everyone," I greet with great joy because today I first worked in the office, although I have not yet graduated, Alhamdulillah has been accepted as a secretary.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," answered everything in unison.

I smiled awkwardly because I was wrong, because here and in my city it is different.

"Assalamualaikum," I said as I continued to take my favorite bread and strawberry jam.

I get carried away while at home. Here is very much different from my home, if I greet differently here more often I have to say hello.

After I finished eating, I rushed from my uncle's house to the office by riding an ojek to arrive soon. Because the distance from the office to the uncle's house is very far.

After arriving at the office I immediately rushed into Mr. Yogi's room, because we will be one room during work. It makes it easier for me to ask for help if I don't understand my work problems.

I went inside, and there was no Mr. Yogi then I glanced at the clock which still showed at 07:30 WIB, which means there was still half an hour left for the man to arrive.

"I'm lazy like this. I'd better get some sleep" I said as I walked to the sofa and put my body to sleep.

I began to close my eyes, and I was proud that I and Mr. Yogi were married and we had many children. What I will do to take care of our children.

I smiled as I hugged myself, then thought of my sister Fiia and my parents who were far away from me. We often talk through video calls.

"Assalamualaikum, good morning sir," I said very gently.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, morning too." Mr. Yogi hurried off to his sitting garden and sat down very casually.

I walked to his workplace and sat down in front of him, wanting to ask him what my duties were while here. Even though I know what my job is from the file I read yesterday.

"What kind of work am I doing, sir?" ask me very gently.

Mr. Yogi looked me in the face very sharply, probably because he was upset by my question. The man immediately got up and walked slowly then picked up the flowers.

I was confused as to what she took the flowers for and gave them to me so gently, making me suspicious.

"What's this for, sir?" ask me very curious.

"Still ask again, actually you do not understand about the secretary?" mr. Yogi asked as he looked at my face very deeply, and I started to open the bag then handed him a piece of paper.

Mr. Yogi smiled at what I gave him earlier, and he immediately patted both hands. I don't know what he's doing is making me sleepy.

'Oh my God, why are my eyes so sleepy? Though I have to work hard, my mind while thinking.

Seriate.