Waiting for your Love to Grow

Be late

On the bus this morning, Nabila appeared to be sitting anxiously in the passenger seat, repeatedly seeing the watch and the view of the road on his left window in turn. There was concern in him if he had to be late to the office because this morning there was a welcome of the new vice president.

Not as usual this morning she set off a little later as she helped her mother first prepare a bread order from her mother's bakery customer.

His watch was shown at 8:15 when the bus arrived in front of the Gumilang Group building. Nabila who got off the bus, running around to the entrance of the luxury building while panting. Arriving at the door, a security man opened the door for her, smiling and greeting.

"Good morning mbak Nab, tumben came late mbak?! "

"Yes sir, the new deputy director has come?", asked Nabila with a breath that was still wheezing

" It happened, about 15 minutes ago. But it's not yet on the 18th floor" replied Mr. Somad, looking at the clock in the lobby.

Nabila slapped his palm on his forehead. Then immediately ran towards the employee elevator, after thanking Mr. Somad.

After the elevator opened he immediately entered, and pressed the 18 button to get to his study. In the elevator Nabila's mouth looks chatty, saying any prayer to reduce his anxiety. He is worried that this delay is known by his new boss, which of course will make his image bad in the eyes of his superiors.

Get off!

The typical sound of the elevator indicates he has arrived on the 18th floor of the building. As his feet stepped out of the elevator, his 18th-floor friends stood along the 18th-floor hallway waiting for someone.

Soon he was about to enter his study, but suddenly his footsteps stopped when he heard the sound of an elevator indicating that someone was coming to the 18th floor. From the special elevator of the president appeared three people in neat suits of the same color.

All the employees who were there bowed the sign of welcoming important people in the office, except Nabila. Even he turned his back to the three important people because he had not had time to turn his body to face his boss. He was still stunned by the current condition.

Suddenly there was a clashing sound coming from one of the three people, who was none other than Denis, the new vice president.

"Hi, you! Why is the clock coming? Are you tired of working here?”, looking sharply at Nabila while shaking your waist.

" Sir...." Nabila's heart feels like it's going out. He knew that the person behind him was talking to him. He turned his body to Denis, without daring to raise his head. I don't know what he was thinking at the moment, he was confused by his next fate.

Denis, step towards Nabila by putting both his hands in his pants pocket. He stopped right in front of Nabila just a few cent. He looked at the employee with a sharp look. But Nabila remained bowed, without daring to look at the man. Denis saw the id chart hanging on the neck of Nabila.

“Nabila Faradina Granada Product Design Manager".

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This is my first work, hopefully not to disappoint the reader ^_^