UNINTENTIONALLY

Episode 53

"Sorry Sir! Can I help you?" Dinda asked while interrupting Steve who was talking to someone on his phone.

"Then we will consider again tomorrow. Let me know immediately if there's any other need." Steve hung up on the phone.

Not because of Dinda's annoyance but the phone session is over. He sat on the side of the table, while his face was as serious as the deadline.

Steve busied himself flipping through the black map in his hand.

Dinda approached Steve while repeating his words earlier.

"Oh yes. I need help now. Please sort wong group product sales results by year. And it's all messy in the corner of the closet right there." Steve spoke but his face was still focused on the map he was holding.

"Alright Sir. I'll finish it as soon as possible." Dinda followed Steve's words without compromising any words.

"Oh yes, in addition to compiling a sales chart per/year, all also compile the results of the annual financial statements so that I can easily take care of the files tomorrow." Shouted Steve commanding.

Dinda nodded while smiling kindly. "Good Sir. I'll work as soon as possible."

The files that Steve meant were black maps arranged that did not correspond to the year of product sales. But it is arranged in a way that makes anyone will find it difficult to handle it except to act with patience.

"Kc.... All these files are scattered out of the year when. My head is turning to see it." Dinda squeaked complaining while giving up a little expression.

He sorted out one by one these irregularly arranged files. Starting from the top line to the bottom of Dinda remove. Everyone wants Dinda to reset according to the archival year.

Written archive of sales files from the year two thousand one to two thousand seventeen everything began to be neatened. Sometimes there are missing files, the table of contents is incomplete. Sometimes there are even those that have been cut are not clear.

"Huh. That's how you look for money. Must be hard working day and night." Dinda complained sluggishly as her hands continued to tidy up the files that were piling up in disarray.

Indeed, actually anyone would not want to tidy up all the files that are so messy. Dinda recalled the time she was interning at the ministry of religion office.

Both take care of the messy files that accumulate like this. But here Dinda is much more patient because everything is random Adul does not match what he imagined.

Just like he did at the moment, all the files were equally messy but this was much messier than where he had interned in college.

Dinda let out a long sigh of tiredness at the thought of all this. But, regardless of the job, it is still a job. He had to finish all of this even though his little heart was already complaining. The responsibility is very heavy for the file of this lethargy bearer.

Dinda tidied one by one. His head wanted to break at that moment. But while searching for the missing files, Dinda accidentally sees a cockroach.

Dinda screamed in fear. "Well....."

Dinda was frightened, so as a form of protection Dinda pushed her body onto a shelf that housed various strange and thick files.

Until some parts of the file fell down followed by a brown cardboard fell right on Dinda's head.

"God.." Dinda shouted loudly.

While holding his head in pain hit by the cardboard earlier.

Everything started to fall apart as before. And this became an additional job for Dinda.

"Oh.... It was nice just now neat. Now it's starting to fall apart. Cockroaches are smart in messing up the room. Good job my cocroach." Dinda started to grow tired.

Tired of repeating his work from the beginning. Dinda once again has to work to fix all this mess. However, Dinda was presented with an accidental look.

Dinda took the Poto, behind the Poto that read : LITTLE STEVE BELOVED MAMA.

From the back of the writing alone Dinda can understand that the Poto belongs to Steve, the grumpy master.

Dinda flips Steve's photo, she's curious what little Steve's face looks like. Even Dinda was happy to see that grumpy face when she was cute as a toddler.

"It's..... Mr Steve!" Dinda was surprised.

He looked at the photo he was holding carefully. Dinda did not believe what she saw.

The photo of the boy who made her would regret it if she did not see him immediately.

"This is definitely not him... This is definitely not Mr. Steve...."

Somehow Dinda felt tight when she saw the Poto she was holding. A blow for him because all this time did not realize if the Poto had anything to do with their childhood.

Dinda was stunned for a moment because she did not believe what she saw. Everything was like a dream. How could that kid be Steve. The boy he had never forgotten in his entire life.

Dinda's body trembled limply with no power to hold back tears. "This must be a misunderstanding. Maybe Steve was that little boy. It must be a coincidence."

Dinda cried, but Steve who was in his room was now standing behind Dinda.

He came because he heard Dinda's scream.

"Is your job done?" Steve interrupted as his eyes glanced at all the messy files.

Dinda had no idea when Steve was behind her.

"What is this. Why are you crying?" Steve asked curiously and anxiously.

He twisted the body of Dinda who was sweating sobbing crying while holding both hands on her chest. Steve wanted to know why he suddenly cried for no reason.

Amidst the rushing tears, Dinda stared intently at Steve's face. Then compare that face with the Poto he held.

"Is this Mr Steve?" Dinda asked reassuringly while pointing at the Poto she held to Steve. He wanted to justify everything he wanted to know right then and there.

"Where did you get this photo?" Steve asked back.

"Sir Steve just answered. Is the child in this picture Mr Steve or not?"

Steve pulls Dinda and drowns her in a warm embrace. "Yes. That's me." Steve admits the truth.

Hearing Steve's confession made Dinda cry more and more endlessly. He did not want to mendrama but tears full of novelty began to flood his cheeks.

"It turns out all this time I loved the wrong people." In Steve Dinda's arms feel sorry.

"Already! It's already! I-i understand. Don't think about it anymore." Steve knew it from the beginning. But as much as possible he covered all this.

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