WHEN I FELL IN LOVE
Chapter 5
I prepared a glass of black coffee on my room table. A cigarette I clamped with the thumb and index finger of my right hand, then I pulled the cigarette out of the wrapper, then I squeezed it with both of my lips, and I burned the tip with a match. I sucked deeply into the cigarette, then I exhaled the smoke into the air, through the window of the room I opened.
What a matchless pleasure, as a saturation healer of daily routines and as an entertainer of feelings of worry. I will always be shaming ...
...ngiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittt ....
Suddenly a mysterious voice was present in my room. The voice was not sweet, nor was it discordant. Like whistles, but the tone is too high. Shortly after the mysterious voice was heard, a foul smell suddenly spread inside my room. I looked back, I saw Jayadi rolling on the floor, covering his mouth with both hands to hold back the laughter.
"You farted, didn't you Jay?" ask her.
Jayadi looked at my face, "little Bang," he replied. Then he rolled back on the floor, but this time he let go. Chortling.
I just stared at him, rolling around and laughing at my suffering because of his farts that stink so damnably.
"It's the brother, it's a lick," said the Jayadi. Then he sat down cross-legged—his back he sent to the wall.
"Kucoret you from my sister-in-law's list!" I told him, a little threatening.
"Buset Bang! Time is just because of the fart of a speck, damaged the forerunner of family relationships?" his reply.
I smile when I hear her words. But that's how Jayadi is. My colleagues do love to throw words that can make the listener smile, even laugh.
"Jay, have you heard yet about Mr Salman's successor?" ask her.
"Substantiated Mr Salman?" jayadi asked, frowning. "There is no Bang yet."
"Oh?" I replied while nodding my head.
It's only natural that he's confused. Because there have been no rumors about the replacement of Mr. Salman, my sales team coordinator, who died a few months ago. I asked her like that, because I was a fancier; who knows, Jayadi heard something about the fate of Lela's job vacancy that I gave to Erwin two days ago.
"Why Bang?" ask Jayadi.
"Yes, you know."
"Well, two days ago, I handed Lela's job application letter, to fill out the position of sales coordinator, to Erwin," I said.
"Cieeee .." Jayadi replied, smilingly teasing me.
"Are you cie-cie?!" reply me, with a slightly snapping tone.
"Haha. Yeah no, Bang. Why tumben, Bang Ben recommend people to work in our company? Isn't Bang Ben anti, same nepotism?" said me.
Also true. I did talk to Jayadi about my rejection, about the nepotism that often happens in the company, and now look at it! I did something I hated before. It is true what people say, love is blinding. It is not our eyes, but our minds that are blinded by love.
"But if Lela works for our company. Maybe our turnover at the Cake Sources store could be greater?" said Jayadi.
Smart you Jayadi, smart! I no longer need to make excuses. "Well, that's what I mean Jay."
I saw Jayadi nodding his head. " If so, should Lela be accepted, it could be an advantage for our team?" jayadi said later.
"Well, right? So what do you think?" my many.
"Again," he replied. "Later help seduce Mas Erwin deh, Bang," he continued.
Of course I'm happy to hear Jayadi's words. For the matter of seducing the boss, Jayadi is smarter than me.
Ngiiiiiiiiittt ....
That sound again? Then I saw Jayadi laughing again as he rolled on the floor.
This son of a bitch!
