
" bi...Aunties...Bi Odah's..." Shouted Dara down the stairs.
" Yes neng.i neng.." Bi Odah replied from the kitchen.
" Bi.please have breakfast I enter in the bekel box.later I eat it at the office. " Dara sat down at the dinner table and covered her warm tea.
" Oh, my dear, your hair is so messy, son ? " Mama who just came out of the room stroked Dara's ramp.
" Yes Ma, Dara again in a hurry. Last afternoon Bu Yanti just told me that today there would be a meeting with Mr. Seno about the transition of his work duties. And I haven't finished reporting it. " Dara sat with her hair being tidied up by Mama.
" Dah.kalo neatly start the child Mama beautiful. " Mama's done tidying up Dara's ponytail hair.
" Doain Dara ya Ma, because later it will also be assessed the results of the report. The good results will be recommended as a replacement for Mr. Seno at the headquarters. If I succeed, I can point to Papa and Pakde Wawan if I can get to that position stage without having to rely on inside connections. Because I did it to my ability. " Dara clenched her hands a spirit mark.
" Dear, the best prayer is always for your children. The spirit, dear. " Mama kissed Dara's forehead.
" Thank you Mama. " Dara hugged her Mom.
" This is neng, the stock is ready. " Bi Odah put his box in front of Dara.
" Thank you, Bi..I'm leaving first..Byeh.." Dara stood up from her seat and stuffed her lunchbox into her purse.
Dara ran towards the garage to pick up her bike. But one of his motorbikes was flat.
Dugm! Dara shakes her motorcycle tires.
" Why deflate everything anyway.people rush too. " Dara grumbled.
" Want me anther use a car neng ? " Task Mr. Yogi one of the drivers at Dara's house.
" No sir.later even stuck stuck.so late. " Dara pouted. " I'm calling an online motorcycle. " Dara immediately took her HP and ordered an ojek online. Not long ago the online motorcycle that has been booked has come. Dara sat behind the driver wearing her helmet.
The online motorcycle motorcycle he was riding on split the capital highway which began to be filled with other motorists. Dara finally reached her office. Less than five minutes from work schedule.
" Nyampe finally. " Dara slammed her ass into her work chair. With his breath still cringing he turned on his computer.
" Mepet very much you came. Others have started to snort from earlier in their report. You do not want to get a recommendation to become a Manager at the headquarters ? " Said Novi who just came out of the office kitchen carrying a cup of coffee.
" Yes will.tadi suddenly the motorcycle tire deflated so wait ojol first. " Dara started opening the files she needed.
" Yudah if that's it.good luck yes.hopefully it works.." Novi patted Dara's shoulder.
" Thank you say.." Dara started to play her fingers on the keyboard. By occasionally eating the provision of fried rice that had been prepared by Bi Odah earlier.
After listening to the notification, Dara returned to her computer. With fingers dancing on the keyboard and eyes that take turns looking at the computer screen and the files that are next to it.
Tululuth..Tululut..! Tululuth..Tululut..! The office intercom phone rang. Novi picked up the phone.
" Hello.iya I myself..Thank you.good afternoon.." Novi immediately left his desk after hanging up the phone.
" Aggun..!! Finally a little bit more done.." Dara stretched her body by raising both her hands. He looked to the left and to the right. " Where is Novi ? " He shrugged his shoulders to answer his own question and continued his work.
Novi came with a cup of coffee. He walked while blowing his hot coffee. Then suddenly..Byurs ! the coffee that was in the glass squirt towards Dara's shirt.
" Auu! It's hot.." Dara tried to see what was going on. His left shoulder was hit by a splash of Novi's black coffee.
" Sorry, Ra...Sorry, not intentionally.." Novi immediately put his coffee cup on his desk. Then take some tissue from his bag.
" Here, Ra..gue help clean up.." Novi tried to wipe it with a tissue. But instead his fists added to the stain on Dara's desk.
" Usah Nov.udah.ini his fists are increasingly everywhere.I've been to the bathroom aja wat ngebersihinnya.." Dara passed to the bathroom.
Novi. Feeling guilty about Dara.
In the bathroom, Dara turns on the tap water in the sink. Taking a little water with his right hand, then rubbed into his left shoulder which was stained with coffee Novi.
" Hmm.got able to lose all the nodes. But there is a smell of coffee. Nyamarin stinks..Hehe.." Dara laughs at herself. When he finished, he returned to his desk. Print the results of the report that has been made. And he put it in a red map.
" Ra, as an apology I treat you yes..Let's eat chicken noodles in a normal place.. " Take Novi.
" Gah ah Nov.after lunch will want the same assessment Manager headquarters. " Dara shook her head, rejecting Novi's invitation. They finally ate in the office cafeteria. Because of being nervous Dara did not finish her food.
They returned to their work space. Some employees who have completed their lunch break go directly to the meeting room with a map in their hands. Dara also half-run he headed to his desk to retrieve the map containing the report files that have been created. But suddenly....Brak! Dara's leg hit the partition of the worktable.
" Auu! Sick..sick.sick.." Dara immediately sat down in her work chair and took off her shoes and rubbed her aching toes.
" Be careful dong say.." Novi took any map on the table and made it a fan to reduce the pain in Dara's toes.
" It's Nov.it's okay.." Dara stops Novi from fanning him again.
" Oh my goodness Ra, sory.gue took the map and now he's scuffed the report paper. " Novi put on a sad look.
" It's okay, Nov.gue just reprint ajah.filnya still exist. " Dara turned her body in front of the computer. He started looking for pre-saved report files. Suddenly, Dara's face panicked.
" Kok file does not exist.tadi I have been simple and put the document folder. But why doesn't this exist ? I also did not find a search system. Where he said there should be softcopy as well again. What is present ? " Dara was anxious and confused.