Unanimous
SEASON II: EPS 8
Not really caring, Zayn stepped into his room. He was afraid of making his wife wait too long, he did not want to remember the tragedy of the instant this morning. Zayn stopped in front of the door when he saw Vela who was there. It was not Wiya that he was waiting for.
"What are you doing there?" zayn asked in a surprised tone, as if Vela had a sneaker coming into her room without permission. Whereas a secretary has access to the leadership room without having special permission.
Vela who was taking orders from her packaging was shocked by Zayn's tone.
"I was serving lunch to you" replied Vela, who stopped as she placed a plate on the small dining table in the room.
"I never told you to get ready for my lunch!" ketus answer.
"Em, but this was an order from Ms. Qawiya sir," Vela now stands away from the dish that has been served perfectly. Stammeredly he explained what Wiya had just said. But there was a slightly changed editor, making Zayn's forehead slightly wrinkled to hear it.
"Enterload all these foods into the container as before!" zayn's orders.
"But sir?"
Zayn no longer repeated his sentence. While Vela put the food back into her container as before. Zayn opened his phone and called back a missed call from his wife. A little disappointed because it turns out Risma answered the call.
He immediately grabbed the food wrapper, contacted Mr. Taufik and will go to ZA soon. Visiting wife.
Sometimes it doesn't matter if I go there, Wiya must be very cool!
"Miss Vela!"
"I sir," said Vela quickly.
"I'm going to my wife's office, remind the CD division officer, tomorrow morning the product prototype and packaging is already on my desk!"
"Will as requested by you!" vela replied firmly when his lead had passed and probably did not see the nod.
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Zayn had already arrived in front of the Zahira Accounting building, he asked Mr. Taufik to return to the company and leave it inside himself.
This office is not as big as IQ Media's corporate building. But Zayn was quite amazed by Wiya's hard work. Although he was not very proud, accepting the fact that the leader of the company in there was Ilma Qawiya, a beloved wife whose name became an acronym and symbol in his own company.
Zayn would have been much more proud, if Wiya had been willing to just be their housewife, without having to work. Quietly Zayn began to crave a wife sitting at home waiting for him to go home to work while spending money shopping, a little wasteful no problem. That was his passion for making a living.
Zayn longs for the spoiled smiling Wiya opening her suit and tie, giving a flirtatious kiss on the cheek, accompanying her to enjoy tea on the park bench, The shadow is so sweet on her head.
But he could not prevent much less stop what Wiya had fought for long ago. Of course Wiya will be discouraged if Zayn curbs his potential. And most importantly, Zayn's primary inner need as a husband was never ignored by Wiya though. Zayn still understands and still supports Wiya completely.
Zayn continued his steps into the room of his beloved wife. Throughout his steps, Zayn never stopped paying attention to the various forms of the room arrangement there. Ordinary, very normal like other office space designs. No more unique than the office layout at IQ Media.
What is unique here are its employees. No matter from any division, calculators will always be on their desks. When Zayn accidentally saw from the transparent glass wall, their eyes stared at the large computer monitor in front of him, the right hand operating the mouse, but their five left fingers shrewdly pressed the number keys on the calculator.
Just aja, Wiya memorized out of his head when it comes to change money. Haha
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Zayn entered when he arrived at a room with the name of his wife. As usual, he'll find Risma first. But he paid no heed to the existence of that plain and stiff girl.
Even if I didn't make any mistakes. In fact, Risma was very afraid every time she saw Zayn coming. Zayn's eyes looked like he wanted to swallow every single person he saw. Risma chose to let Zayn see for himself what Wiya was working on.
Zayn is disappointed, he has never allowed Wiya to appear on TV. It felt like Zayn came in and stopped the coverage. But of course Wiya and the company that will be considered unprofessional because of his actions. Once again he was forced to hold back and chose to close the door again.
"You didn't say there was a TV interview!"
Risma could only be dumbfounded to see the husband's reaction from his boss. Not yet had he answered that question, Zayn left her with a vexed look.
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Zayn headed to the rest room in the office building.This room is still new, Zayn who advised Wiya to make a place to rest next to the mushola.
He placed the food package on the long table there, it felt like he was hungry because he had not eaten since leaving the noodles that he considered a tragedy this morning. But he could not bear to eat while his wife was still working. Zayn put the food back in his plastic.
A man came in and sat next to Zayn, apparently not a ZA employee. Only guests or partners are resting like him. The man smiled slightly at Zayn while taking out a cigarette from his pants pocket.
Feeling that Zayn continued to watch his movements, the man rebuked Zayn when a cigarette had been slipped on both lips. Instantly, the unlit tobacco bar was clipped between his fingers, thrusting it in front of Zayn.
"Mas cigarette?" bargained for.
"No, thank you. I'm not smoking," Zayn refused politely. "Smoking, not afraid to die?" zayn asked sarcas, insinuating that smokers do not emit smoke in public places.
"Ah no, will bring a match, if death is just a shame." replied the man while removing his lighter tampa guilt.
Not the cigarettes, but the elongation! The bambhang!
Zayn patted his lid and soon passed from there. He forgot to remind WIya to put up a large Sign Board that read No Smoking! in every corner of the room. Zayn immediately headed to the mosque for the dzuhur prayer.
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Time has shown at three in the afternoon. After repeated shots and videos, the Coverage was just finished. Wiya immediately went out letting them return to clean up the room.
"Where's my husband?" tanyanya riled at Risma who was no less furious waiting for him outside.
"Se..seems to be back in his office again Ma'am," replied Risma nervously.
Wiya glanced at her watch. How could he forget time. Now she was so afraid to imagine her husband's anger. He almost missed the prayer time.
"Begging the OB to clean my room immediately, I pray dzuhur in the prayer hall. After that I'll go straight to IQ Media."
"Good ma'am" replied Risma.
Wiya rushed to the mushola. His heart felt sandy when he saw the husband sleeping in a state of leaning with a tired face and a shirt that had been loosened, his tie somewhere, his black suit was placed right next to his seat. There was also a package that must have contained the food that Zayn had brought to Wiya.
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