Throw Your Ex In His Place !
Ep.03
Chequek! Grab!
Drapery..Drapery..Drapery.. Dara came out of her room and ran down the stairs.
" Mama, Bi Odah.I am telaatt..!! " Shouted Dara running towards the dining room next to the kitchen.
" Neng.pelan-pelan.be careful.." Reply Bi Odah with a hand that has prepared provisions for Dara.
" Thank you, Bi.." Dara took his box from Bi Odah's hand.
" Ma, I'm leaving right away.it's too late.." Dara lifted the cup of tea in front of Mama and sipped it quickly.
" Aduuhh.hot! " Dara stuck out her tongue and then fanned it with her hand.
" Slow down dear dong...So don't rush.." Mama advises.
" Yes ma, Dara has left..Dah Mom..Muahs.." Dara kissed Mama's cheek and immediately passed away.
" Aren't you having breakfast first ? " Mama asked half a scream.
" No, I'm late..." Dara waved her hand as she continued to run to the garage.
" Iihh.. This is a child, instead of being a child he said he wanted to sleep fast huh..? Why is it so late now ? " Mama shook her head to look at Dara's behavior.
Dara went into the garage immediately took out her motorbike. With the help of Mr. Maman, Dara is ready to go to the office.
" Mr. Maman, thank you, please close the door.I'm leaving.." Dara runs the motor.
" Yes, be careful on the road.." Mr. Maman shouted.
" Tin..Tin's.." Dara honks her motor horn, a sign she answered Mr. Maman's words.
Dara down the highway that has begun to be full of vehicles. He drives with a little speeding. He drove his motorbike by swerving to overtake the vehicles in front. Suddenly, the traffic lights turned red. Spontaneous Dara immediately braked his motor.
Ciiiittt..!! Almost Dara hit the car in front of her.
" Huufft.." Dara caressed his chest.
" Yin..! " The light turns green.
Back Dara spurred his iron horse more carefully and within normal speed limits, as it was already approaching his office.
Dara turned her motorbike towards the parking area. He parked his motorbike not far from the office entrance. He immediately ran into the office still wearing his helmet.
" Morning, Mas Jono.." Dara greeted one of the OB's who was cleaning in one corner of the room.
" Morning Mba Dara..." Re-welcome the OB with a surprised face.
Dara sat down in her chair. Turn on the computer and slightly slam his bag into his desk. He immediately looked for some files that were in the corner of the table and immediately read them. The computer starts to burn. Dara is still reading and flipping through the files in her hand. Then Dara opened the powerpoint file that was saved yesterday. He started typing in the data from that file. The other employees started to enter the room. Dara is still seriously typing.
" Ra, you wear a protector so you don't get ma'am Yanti ? " Ledek Novi, whose desk is next door to Dara's.
" What the hell are you nov ? Don't understand me..Focus again.." Dara is busy with her computer.
Novi could only smile holding back his laughter, afraid of bothering Dara.
" Oh.no..no....click...click...click.." The sound of the keyboard and mouse Dara.
" Taka-kk ! Okay.finish.." Dara pressed the enter button.
" Eeehhhh..!! finally..." Dara raised her hands to stretch her body.
" Dara ! What are you doing in the room wearing a helmet ? " Ask the middle-aged woman who was now standing in front of Dara's desk.
" Uh..Ms. Yanti.kaget.me.." Dara grinned.
" That.why are you in the office wearing a helmet ? " Mum Yanti pointed at the helmet that was still attached to Dara's head.
" Oh my God, sorry ma'am.I accidentally.." Dara took off her helmet and put it under her desk.
" Hmmm.." Bu Yanti shook her head.
" Already finished the monthly report for the meeting presentation later ? "
" It's mom, I've saved it on the flash. " Dara gives it to Bu Yanti.
" Ok. for which print file ? "
" This, ma'am.." Dara gave me the file she read earlier.
" okay. Thank you, yes.." Bu Yanti passed towards her room which was at the end of this floor hallway.
" Woe..!! Why didn't you tell me from earlier, if I still wear a helmet..? " Dara patted Novi's back a little tight.
" Woe..!! Sick woi.." Novi rubbed his shoulders.
" I told you from the first time. That you again wear a protector so as not to be scolded by Bu Yanti ? Yeee.basar lu hera aja that does not ngeh ! "
" Abis I again pursue the report that will be made presentation later at noon. You know yourself yesterday the file just came right when I was on my way home. Judah so I can just finish it now. " Dara Bela.
" Yes yes..." Reply Novi while turning his body back to the computer again.
Dara looked back at her commuter. Turn on the winamp and put some song lists in there. After the song was turned on Dara got up from her seat walking towards the office kitchen. He picked up his favorite cup and put a bag of tea in it. Not to forget he put a spoon of sugar and add hot water from the dispenser. While stirring her sweet tea suddenly she was shocked by the voice of the boy who mentioned her name.
" Ra, PP make a presentation later afternoon already given to Bu Yanti ? " Ask a man standing in front of the door.
" Oh, pardon ! Mas Rizal, ngagetin ajah.udah Mas earlier.job speeding again.." Reply Dara while sipping her warm sweet tea.
" heh ! It's in the office, call me Mr. Rizal. " Said Mas Rizal as one of his hands went to his waist.
" Oops ! Sorry Mr. Rizal. " Dara covered her mouth with her left hand, as her right hand carried her warm teacup.
" Yes, I went back to my office first. Daahh. " said Mas Rizal left Dara who was still cool to sip her warm tea.
Dara poured more warm water in her cup before she stepped onto her desk. As he walked, he looked at the back of someone he knew. The man was escorted by Mas Rizal to Bu Yanti's room.
" Who is that ? Feel familiar.." Dara was stunned to see the back of that person who had now entered Bu Yanti's room.
" Whoi..! Did you take the sweet tea ? There is more work from Mr. Rizal. The file is waiting at the table. " The word Novi disperse the reverie of Dara.
" Iihh.ngagetin..This is going back to the table. Where are you going yourself ? " Dara asked back to Novi.
" Want to drink too..Thirst me.." Reply Novi passed to the kitchen of the office.
Dara went back to her desk. He did the task given by Mr. Rizal with his focus. Still making playlists in winamp. Not how long Dara felt that someone was watching her earlier. He lifted his head from the computer but found no one. He only saw Mas Rizal who was about to enter his room. Hmm.maybe it's just her feelings. Thought Dara.
