Unanimous

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"This is Wiy one dozen olive oil and MHS has Ibu Wela, gamat equally laurik has mba Asih, anyway in these 6 packages have already changed the name of all you live kasi yes Wiy, anyway, aren't you really gonna be late, son?"

"Ease not ma'am, ma'am here is the message, this is all in SMA 4 right ma'am?"

"Yes, my son, your brother would leave it to one of his TU staff."

Ria's mother thrust a paper bag with the brand Halal Mart - BC Ria Kencana to her son who was almost late to the office that day. But because the goal is in line with the address of the mother's member, Wiya does not mind being a morning courier first for her mother.

Ilma Qawiya, the youngest of two brothers, his mother runs a networking business, a stockist who sells Herbal products that are quite famous and the number of members is also quite crowded, in fact, Mother used to ask Bang Ridwan, who is also known for her, wiya's brother delivered the morning order. But since last night my brother has not come home because he took training outside the city.be this morning Wiya who temporarily replaced his brother's duties.

"Come on!" Pinta Wiya while closing the passenger door, sitting next to his father who has since started the car engine.

The car in his house is only one that is commonly used by his father to go to teach, Wiya's father is a lecturer at one of the universities in the city of Tanjungpinang. Every day Wiya went to the company where he worked delivered by his father.

***

Arriving at the parking lot, slightly tidying up the collar of his blazer, the long-haired girl with 7 cm high heels was in a hurry to bring a paper bag containing all the orders. Wiya will go to the Administrative Room to hand over all packages according to the decree of the Mother.

But there are not yet 10 steps from where Dad parked the car.

Bruo

All of the fairly densely charged parcels fell to the ground. It's scattered. The owner also collapsed, the position of his legs folded and sat down with the palms of the hands holding the body so that the fall position is not more embarrassing.

Wiya thought he hit a tree, an electric pole or a pillar of the school building, because the one hit by the boro boro fell, Goyah was not.

While Wiya tried to regain consciousness as well as collect the herbal package according to Mother's classification, fortunately behind the package I had already pasted a list of product names in each package, she said,and lucky also Wiya memorized the name of the product name.

But it turns out not even good luck this morning because Wiya who imagines over there will be scenes of tidying each other goods scattered then accidentally just holding hands ala FTV it, the FTV style, uh even get a swearing and a short lecture so early, even though the school bell just hasn't rang .

"Hey! if gabisa keep the balance please be careful if the way."

WHATS? not yet know if an Ilma Qawiya is the person who most consistently maintain balance, for that from an accounting he was appointed as Assistant Financial Manager in his office.

"Oh people, you know that I mending hit a wall aja deh yes, I am not helped by the wall. it is a hit by humans, but instead of helping even oration, I am not helped by the wall, the masses are just me, but you are!"

His spirit was upset, while trying to get back on his feet and patted his blazer and skirt which still contained a litter of dirt. Then now he is faced directly with a man who turns himself only as high as the shoulder of the man. Wiya already wears high heels.

If only Wiya was not upset by the incident that had just happened, maybe his mouth was eager to say "WAW" as a form of confirmation sent his sense of sight to the charismatic figure in front of him . This time, however, his heart hurriedly made a statement. "Cih, free handsome, but not humane"

"You should apologize for hitting me, still fortunately I did not ask for compensation for my time that was wasted in vain."

The man stepped away from Wiya who was still very upset over the words of the unknown person, and he immediately continued his goal.

"Huh, don't ever meet a shombhooong person again so, ruined my monday morning was him"

***

"Wiya departs Well, Assalamualaikum." Said Mr. Ilyas' daughter after kissing the back of his father's hand in reply to a forehead kiss by his father.

Ilyas' father did not know about the incident when his youngest daughter fell, Wiya also chose not to tell his father.

Omelette food court & restaurant

Qawiya entered through the side door of the outlet, the company where he worked engaged in culinary. restaurant owners who have 36 branches throughout Indonesia are arguably the master of the culinary franchise business in this flower country.

Wiya's position as Assistant Finance Manager also cannot be underestimated. After graduating the Master in Accounting Economics, Qawiya decided to work seeking experience. It has been almost 5 years he dedicated financial and management knowledge that he had in this company.

His career also increased from year to year, from the start of internships, and, become an accounting staff and now an assistant financial manager who is often trusted to be an auditor and trainer for financial staff every new franchise partner.

"Thank you." Voice from employee finger print . Busy monday morning atmosphere. After making sure their presence has been recorded in the attendance machine, each goes directly to the work area according to the jobdesc and SOP.

the Cheff , Sous Cheff and the line cook whose working hours are early, have been standbye in the kitchen with the tools of the combat tool. Dishwasher and cleaning service make sure it has been snaking all corners and nothing is missed. The server/waitress that is the leading line of restaurants is also in a position ready to receive and serve guests, only about 30 minutes left on duty that day will turn the reverse sign board that was close to open.

Of course it is different from the occupants of the 3rd floor aka the row of managers and staff who work normal hours .

"For Miss Wiya!"

greet one of the waitresses kindly to a girl who seemed to rush towards the elevator . like there was something she was chasing down there.

"Bagi Risa," she replied as she looked for something from inside her bag. "Yasalam bekel me, definitely missed in my father's car deh." Demonized

"What's Miss looking for? will we bring something up?"

"Hmm, may, later please bring it yes, uhmmmm sugar dough thinned, which is formed like a bowl continues to fill its pastry cream and hot apple." He said in a hurry, Risa only shook her head to hear the sentence of her superior.

Wiya was used to it, although his position was quite reluctant, but he never felt tall, other than because of his height which was only 160 cm, also Wiya does not feel his current position is special even he is still happy to call himself Accounting, the position of Wiya when entering a job application at one of Mukti Wijaya Haris's companies. He is always relaxed, cheerful, and never makes a mark of superior-subordinate either with his staff or employees of outlet operations.

"Geez, that's Pie Non's name, rather than calling pie doang anyway non have to long that length."

"Hahaha, I've been waiting above well,"

while passing into the elevator with several other top employees.

***

"For Mother Asmen, what face is lemon juice? very sad." Sapa Mity who sounded not too clear because the mouth that snaps forward is poking the tip of the pentul needle using his lips. While both hands are busy adjusting the position of the tip of the hijab that is stretched while facing the screen hp that he made a mirror to adjust the cream color hijab that he wore that day.

"Aatagfirullah Mit, you haven't had breakfast? The truth is, dong's needle is what you eat."

Instead of answering the greeting of mity, Wiya was shocked to see her best friend's sakaligus co-worker smear a pentul needle before pinning it on her hijab. "Emang gabisa on taro anyway on the table mit? a lumping horse drop kamutuh?"

"Hehe, stretch doang wiy, nanggung" continued Miti while turning her chubby cheeks to the left to the right and then blowing the tip of her hijab to stand upright plenary. "Well, it's symmetrical now" he said satisfied.

"Huh? symmetrical? Can you draw a straight line with your face?"

Tukas Wiya chuckled at the tiny Hijaber before him.

"Haha, meningan dong than you already similar to the logarithm formula tau no, mumet! why anyway? people in the media say yes start your day with a smile."

"But if I say anyway mit should start with breakfast, if only a smile mah 9 o'clock also already laper."

"It's a matter of course, jaenab, but why the hell?"

"My furniture Mit, just now my mother asked me to send her order to SMA 4 because my brother has not returned"

"Well, did you send an order mak lu doang lo gedeg wiy? gabby wiy! not sincere lo?"

"It's not demiiiiiiiit! horrin used to eat it." A landing pen on Mity's desk after the girl managed to dodge.

Wiya recounted an incident that happened earlier when delivering his mother's order.

"Waaaaah, maybe later you will meet again with him and you guys get acquainted and then he turns out to be a soul mate that God prepared for lo Wiy, can you just wi? could that be fiction, wouldn't wiy?"

"It could be if you wrote the script of my life, Mitty Arsyla, but fortunately it's not"

He answered while taking some maps on his desk that will be taken to the mananer room "Btw you haven't come yet, right?" The one in question is Mr. Ilham, Wiya's superior financial manager.

Not yet answered by Mity, triririiiit intercom whose position is right on the table Wiya creaking, "Long life Wiy, tuh muh call." Said Mity chuckling, Wiya picked up the algae of the tool

"Good morning, oh yes, good sir."

Wiya leaves Mitty to Ilham's boss, Finance Manager Wiya.