Waiting for your Love to Grow

so arrogant

“Nabila Faradina Granada, Product design manager"

"Even if you're a manager if you work like this, I don't hesitate to fire you. Which might set a good example to the subordinates, if you're just like this"

Nabila just nodded her head, without looking at Denis.

"This time I'm sorry, but if you do it again, please leave this company”, whispered Danis to Nabila then passed back into the elevator.

After Danis left the 18th floor, all the employees on that floor returned to their desks and started with their routines, as well as Nabila. Although quite offended by the words of his superior earlier, but he knew enough that he was guilty of being late.

*****

Lunch time came, as usual in the cafeteria seemed crowded with employees who filled their stomachs during work breaks. As usual, Nabila and some of his teammates gathered at one table. In addition to eating, lunch opportunities are usually a place for them to chat, more precisely ngrumpi.

"Say, we saw our vice-president, right? Very cool, huh? Handsome, white, and certainly rich. Very happy for sure who became his girlfriend", half whispering to his friends one table, Vita opened the chat.

" Mr Nabila was invited to talk, how did the effect? Degdegan no?" Erika Sahut

Nabila just looked at Erika by pulling a little of her left upper lip, and shook her head, signaling that she thought Erika's question was not important to answer.

Nabila is indeed impressed cold, especially if it has discussed the problem of men, and his friends know that, so sometimes they like to tease him. But behind his cold attitude, he is actually jolly and chatty when dealing with people who are already familiar.

Her pretty face, rather bule (because of her mother bule), became an attraction in itself.

Some male colleagues in the office have ever expressed their desire to just be a girlfriend or even propose to be her husband, but their steps always fail.

When walking to his study, Nabila's mobile phone vibrated indicating a message entered. He took the phone out of his blazer pocket. While reading the message on the phone he continued to walk, until suddenly he unconsciously hit someone and his phone was thrown while a glass of sweet tea in his left hand spilled on the person he hit.

"Do you not have eyes hahh!", while looking at the person who hit him

"Sorry my master accidentally”, immediately took a tissue from his pocket, intending to clean the man's suit in front of him.

" Don't hold it!", while shaking off Nabila's hand that almost touched his body

"It's very arrogant", grumbled Nabila slowly but still can be heard by people who are nearby.

"Aren't you the employee who was late?", frowned after taking a quick glance at Nabila's id card.

" deggs... " Nabila tried to digest the words of the man, then his gaze turned to the one behind the man.

"Mr Arsyad?! Does this man mean vice-president? " Inner, while glaring at Arsyad with the intention of asking for an explanation.

But Arshad just shrugged his shoulders.

"Death to me", cursed to himself, and then smiled broadly at the man before him. He had met the vice president this morning but could not see the face of the man in front of him because of anxiety.

“Sorry my master hastily, there is something I have to do, sorry once again", walking hurriedly without seeing two people in front of him who only bawled at his behavior.