The Obsession of the Enthusiast

RP 42

"Hey Brooooo," Kasep patted Kevin's shoulder. "Where's the job?!" The guy came in with his cleaning equipment and his OB uniform. Cigarette nangkring in the corner of his lips and his face looks cheerful.

"Work is done, the future is bright, pay is good, die in heaven,"

"Amijin!" Kasep Prayer. "For CPNS dong test grille,"

"Lo wants to send me to prison his name,"

"What can you look for?"

"Can, but out of it sayerpulis gerebek my account,"

"The math I worry about is loh cuy, are you my jockey aje?"

"Ah! My goal is to know what the hell?! The real lo!" Kevin blaked Kasep's head in a fit of rage.

The grimace case while handing the mop tool to Kevin. Ask to help with the story. The plain Kevin even mopped the toilet floor.

"Why look at the wc like this? Find wangsit?" ask Kasep.

"Wait for money from the ceiling,"

"Tumben lo find money, usually nyamperin lo sustenance,"

"My apartment is expensive,"

"You used to find the kosan was his intention, Kev. Why go to the apartment?! Didn't you ever say you didn't want to find an apartment?"

"What yesterday urged, Sep. Urgent. 6 Months is free to live there. This month I started paying... I saw the bill, zonk!"

"Go there,"

"Where are you going?"

"To the front unit laaaaaaah," Kasep pinched Kevin's cheek.

"You want me also gituuuu,"

"Why wait for a salary of 30 million?! I'm so lo, I broke down the barrier of love!"

Brakk!!

The toilet door was opened violently.

"That's anaaaaaakkkk!!" Susan went into the male toilet, and immediately grabbed Kevin's ear.

"Aaakkkk sick buuu!" Kevin complained while grimacing and was forced to follow Miss Susan who pulled her ear.

They entered the meeting room which was actually only 10 meters from the toilet. "Si Jo and Raka until you go to the front mall! They think you ran away there! Sableng!" Omel Miss Susan.

"I'm just going to the bathroom, mauuu,"

"You're on the toilet for an hour! What the hell are you?! Constipation?! Eat vegetables that's why! Don't eat only!"

Diomelin in front of meeting participants, talking about constipation problems.

Then he remembered the phrase Kasep, "Find wangsit, Mom,"

"Find the dumplings at the chicken noodle man, not the toilet! Huh hello? Raka, I've met Kevinnya, sneak back on the ingredients!" Exclaim Miss Susan while holding Kevin in the last seat.

Daaan, Kevin's stage fright is also rumored again.

"Why am I sitting at the end of the mom? There will be Frans..."

"I'm a cheerleader this time. You make the game, so you know the system better" said Mr. Frans Darling with a grin.

"Due..." And Kevin's stomach began to nausea, he turned to the President. “Bu Susan why sit there?”

“Kevin,” call Miss Susan.

“Y-y-ya Bu?”

“Black goats are common in every meeting,”

Njir! I mean I'm a tumbar! Sue’ is Lady Bathory! Kevin in my heart.

Mr. Fandy, the Division Head of Kevin's unit is providing coffee next to the guy, making his own, extra creamer. “Sorry Yes Kev,” whispered Mr. Fandy, “I was going to want your backup but said Ms. Susan she wants to see your ability to promotion. Because of your young age we are still hesitant to.”.

“What Sir? Up Department? So the Unit Head is so?!” Kevin looked up.

“Ssst! Not the Unit Head anymore, but the Section Head, right under me, loh,”

“Serious ni?!”

“You just bring out your best skills in this presentation. Your game is interesting, I just playin prototypenya until the end, a full week loh! Haha!” mr. Fandy said as he patted Kevin on the shoulder and sat back down on the chair next to Mr. Frans.

Kevin was silent as he hooked the fingers in both hands, thinking.

Up the job so up the salary. Raise salary so you can pay. You can buy a house so you can buy a house. And it could be just a few more steps, he could meet Nirmala.

Why am I nervous, try it?! Consider this an ordinary conversation. Most of the people here I know well. Think of it as your own family, huh? The difference is, I was wrong, I was game over. Cannot be reset again. That's aja...

How thought.

“This is the fakboi here! I'm looking for you until my feet are trembling!” exclaim Raka while menoyor Kevin's crown.

“Gue isn't that old, I'm young-spirited,”

“Young soul you arise because bini lo is still kinyis-kinyis like me, but actually the parts inside have started rusty,”

“That's important On its still durable,”

“Ngomongin what’an anyway, I'm tired of this, thirsty anyway. Kev, make iced tea dong,” complains Jo, enter the meeting room while fans use tablets, with his wooden style. I think he's tired of letting go of the nature of the original habitat.

“Gue wants a presentation, Sir,”

“Bodo very, because I have to dry! So rubazir is my Jo Malone!” Omel Jo's.

“Lo what's tired anyway Jo? From earlier I was looking for Kevin muter-muter, lo nangkring in Pedro, sepet-sempetnya buy shoes anyway,”

“Ssst! Base bucket!” Jo timidly glanced at Miss Susan. Lucky Ms. Susan again had a serious conversation with Mr. Darling, so do not be surprised if Jo, Si Kadiv HRD, skipped to the shopping mall under the pretext of work (look for Kevin).

Kevin handed me a bottle of iced tea packaging, “It's aja sir, later lo keGRan I make,”

Jo sneered and received the bottle. Though he meant to make iced tea to Kevin yes it is, so it feels the familiarity of Kevin's concoction.

“Morning, by noon all,” Arthasewu Connor, the main shareholder of Opal Corp, also the Independent Commissioner at Yudha Mas and Amethys Tech walked into the room, everyone immediately stood up.

“Siang Sir,” exciting all. Because it's been 10 minutes past, so you could say it's noon. Molor 1 hour because Kevin is missing.

“Happy Afternoon,” greet David Yudha who walks behind Artha. Main Shareholders and President of PT. Yudha Mas, Commissioner of Independent Opal Corp and Shareholder Amethys Tech.

The muters are all.

Yes, until Artha often even asked Chandra, I am his position what and in which company? It's like a vicious circle.

The author soon forgot. (Please, don't make a question about quizzes using this, of course I cheat on this page.)

“Siang Sir!” everyone exclaims, except Susan who scowls.

You see the morning, usually, ran out of fight again because of the problem of short letters in the Fajr Prayer. After becoming a priest, Mr. David read some Verses from Surat At-Taubah and Ms. Susan who became a makmum felt insinuated. After praying they argued and Mr. David was not made breakfast.

“Siang, Darling,” greet Mr. David with a gentle smile. But Miss Susan thought, again, it was satire because the meeting hours were late and seemed unprofessional.

“Everyone knows it's noon, don't worry,” grumbled Miss Susan.

All tense, all,

Especially Kevin who rubbed his neck, afraid of fire.

“Important all healthy and complete personnel, yaaa,” said Mr. David. It seems he's immune to his wife.

Funny about this couple too.

“What are you doing there?” artha asked, looking at Kevin while squinting.

“Eh... so the display Om,” muttered Kevin minder, his hands up and down a cat style 3 colors that like to be in the cashier of the electronics store at ITC.

Aura Artha if gathering with fellow business people so different. Really intimidating. Primarily...

David Yudha with a gentle smile.

His aura is really serem like a psychopath who has been scorching chickens and still had a smile while covered in blood.

“Kevin looks like the programmer who disappeared it?” guess Mr. David.

“Ngga possible,” says Artha.

“Maybe,” said Kevin.

“Indeed you can make a game?! This chick playboy?”

“Wah, Susan got a new slave, genius anyway,” replied Mr. David while glancing at Raka.

Raka lowered her seat so she could take cover behind Jo's back. “Ehem! Assalamu’alaikum Pak Daviiid.” muttered Raka with gritted teeth.

“What is your game about? RPG?” artha asked Kevin while frowning looking at the tablet in front of her.

“Prototypenya can rating 9.5 Pak,” said Mr. Darling.

“You've tested yourself, not yet?”

“Already Sir, I got addicted,” said Mr. Fandy.

“Don't make friends about how to catch aunty, again,” Artha quipped.

“That's my trademark Aunty Author. Tips and Tricks chasing Sugar Daddy ala ngawur,” said Kevin. "Obviously he likes to eat if again the clothes are still wet but raining, or rain,"

Then from the direction of the giant window in front of them, Ethan Hunt parachuted down and aimed at Kevin's forehead with infrared.

Dorr!

Kevin fell to the floor.

This novel IS FINISHED.

(Tante Author, the story).