Wulan In Night Wound

Chapter 48 Series of Tests (2)

"Yyamaan! No news, it's been two weeks. Don't be somse because it's been accepted in the company bona fide" Diva's cry sounded when I was feeding lunch at the Sky in a stall bench "Bakso Barokah". Diva sat down at my side, having previously greeted Pakne and Bune.

"Boro-boro. The news does not yet exist. It was two weeks. Usually if two weeks no news means not to pass to the next stage" I said sadly.

"Eh, seriously?" ask Diva in shock.

I just nodded and returned to feed the Sky whose mouth had been empty.

"Ga needs to be sad. If it doesn't mean that it hasn't been a soul mate. Not windfall" Pakne sage said. Pakne though sometimes acting silly, but actually he is a wise person.

"Yes, Nduk. Other companies are still many" said Bune chimed.

"Udah, don't worry. Instead of being upset, mending help me master the thesis huh? Yeah, want to yeah?" diva said with a seducing tone and eyes that blinked quickly.

"Idiiiih, come here apparently because there is a desire" I said sneering with a witty tone.

"Fate, Lan. Couldn't get your rich magna cumlaude GPA. The brain is just this. Now my GPA is only 2.95, Lan. Huaaaa" as long as Diva pretends to cry.

"Puk puk here" I said as I patted her back slightly hard.

"My genenge mbeguk*, Lan!" The grumbling diva took my blow to her back.

(That's his name mbeguk*, Lan)

I chuckled at her protest. A moment to forget the anxiety because there is no good news I have been waiting for.

"I finished the Sky. I'll help you see your thesis. Ngeliatin doang, yes" selorohku.

Diva hissing. But he knew, I just meant to tease him.

But my intention to help Diva has not been able to deliver because Bakso stalls have begun to crowded near 12:00 pm. Eventually Diva even served the customer, for my help to smooth the script.

At two o'clock through the stall began to be quiet. I took my phone and invited Diva across to the house to be more comfortable discussing the Diva thesis.

"Where is your thesis?" ask me when I get to my room. I turned on the phone along with Diva took out her laptop. Diva opened her mouth to answer my question.

"Ouch, ouch! Lusty!" peekikku suddenly.

"Why, Lan?" looks like Diva's worried.

"Jam one earlier, Va. PT. Textile Globalindo phone 2x. What is it, Va? Don't want to share the good news? Ouch, Va. Piye iki (how is this)?" I said with a choked voice. I can recognize the phone number that is not stored in my phone memory, because the phone number is the same number when giving a test call wrote two weeks ago.

"Try your call back" suggested Diva.

I followed Diva's advice.

Tuuuuttt tuuutttt

On the third ring, my call was answered.

"Good day, with PT. Goblalindo Textile. Who and who can help?" a woman's voice from across the line.

"Good day, Mom. I'm Wulan Febriana Lestari. At about one o'clock I was contacted by PT. Globalindo Textile. But because I was busy and not holding a cell phone, so I did not know and could not answer the call" I explained.

"Attend, Mom"

"Ah yes, right. Congratulations Mother, you passed a series of writing tests two weeks ago. The next test is user interview and interview with HRD. You can come back at 09:00 in the morning, Monday tomorrow, ma'am?"

I almost squealed in excitement.

"Yes, sure, Mom. I can attend. Anything to prepare, ma'am?"

"Nothing, Mom. Please prepare yourself as best you can. And be on time"

"Good, Mom. Good. Thanks for the information"

"Thank you back. Good afternoon"

"Good day"

The call was closed, followed by Diva's embrace of me.

"Come on, Vaaaaa" I cried in a stifled voice. I don't want to wake up a sleeping sky.

"Congratulations, sweetheart. The transaction first so that the more smoothly the process" said Diva while grinning.

"Traktir meatballs. Hahaha" I said.

Diva just sneered.

"Udah, let's continue your thesis"

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Monday has arrived. I wore an outfit shirt with ¾ sleeves in white with a small floral motif. To my subordinates I wore black long chinos and black kitten heels. My shoulder hair I made a half-tied model, giving a formal impression but still elegant.

After saying goodbye to Bune, Pakne and Sky I set off with a thumping feeling. Pray that everything will be done for today.

Arrived at PT. Textile Globalindo I was again asked to go up to the 8th floor. Up to the 8th floor, there are already several test participants who will also undergo the interview process. Still at 8:40, I had time to go to the toilet and tidy up my hair and minimalist make up.

At exactly 9 o'clock, three people entered the meeting room. Two men I recognized as Mr. Ronald and Mr. Andrian, while another I did not recognize him.

There were a total of five people waiting. In front of the meeting room has been provided several benches for the participants waiting for the interview turn.

"Regina Damayanti, please come in" Mr. Andrian called someone from the doorstep of the meeting room. A woman in glasses followed Mr. Andrian in.

"Let's all" said the bespectacled woman to us who were waiting.

"Devina Maharani Jumanto", exclaimed Mr. Andrian again.

The young brown-blazed woman who was called immediately stood up and entered the room.

The woman named Devina was in the room a little longer, about 40 minutes. This woman came out with a faint smile on her lips. He seems to have answered the interviewer well.

"Wulan Febrianan Lestari"

I was electrocuted by thousands of volts, standing up. Tensely following Mr. Andrian into the meeting room.

Mr. Andrian was sitting to the left of Mr. Ronald, while to his right a man I had estimated was in his late forties with a sharp gaze.

"Please sit down" said Mr. Ronald calmly with his pepsodent smile. Makes a strange rustling feeling in my heart.

I sat in the chair provided.

"Back to the writing test, right? Must have known I was the same Mr. Andrian. If the one on my right is, Accounting Manager, his name is Mr. Hermawan"

I nodded and smiled politely to the three interviewers.

"We're just starting, yeah. Please introduce yourself" continued Mr. Ronald.

"Before, it was good to meet and meet with all the Fathers. My name is Wulan Febriana Lestari, commonly called Wulan, 22 years old. I completed my stratum education for 7 semesters at Petra Christian University Surabaya and majored in Business Accounting, only graduated in March. I am an only child and also the single mother of a 3-year-old toddler. I'm a tenacious, meticulous, responsible and disciplined person"

"Single mother? Who will his son work with?" ask Mr. Andrian.

"There's Uti and her sister, sir"

"Fresh graduate, yes. What qualifications do you think you have that deserve to work here?" This time Ronald asked.

"When I read this job advertisement on one of the job search site platforms, I was a bit inferior with a minimum requirement of 1 year of work experience required. But it does not necessarily dampen my spirit to apply my application. When I received the written test call, my confidence returned. I am confident in the characteristics I have, although I am a fresh graduate I can still compete with those who already have work experience. As the saying goes, 'It can be because it is ordinary'. Here I want to learn, as well as serve. Striving all my best efforts and efforts if I am accepted at PT. Textille Globalindo's"

The three men in front of me heard my answer.

"How do you stay up to date on current accounting laws and regulations?" this time, Mr. Hermawan asked.

"In the era of globalization as it is now, there are many ways for us to receive access to information. Print media, electronic media, even the internet. I enjoy reading newspapers and watching economic news. I also often surf cyberspace to see articles and economic journals, observe economic regulations both at home and abroad that can have an impact on domestic economic policy"

"What software to do accounting tasks during college?" continued Mr. Hermawan.

"Usually Accurate, MBSoft, and Microsoft Excel of course"

"If you make a mistake, how do you handle it?" Andrian asked this time.

"In the beginning, I was going to panic. A few moments later, I will calm down. From there, I will trace my work from the beginning, no matter how much work I have done. As I explained earlier, I am resilient. If I see you, I'll fix it right away"

"She's meticulous?" Mr. Andrian reminded me of my introductory session.

"Searching doesn't mean never making a mistake, sir. I'm not a robot, you know" my seloroh.

The three of them chuckled.

"Available overtime?" ask Mr. Ronald.

"If needed, I'm ready"

"Ask what salary?"

"I'm a fresh graduate, don't dare to be grandiose. Standard salary of new employees for this company, sir"

"Sir Ronald and Mr Hermawan still want to be asked?"

They both shook their heads.

"Enough of us. Anything to ask, Sister Wulan?" ask Mr. Andrian.

"For the next process, when should I expect to wait for news?"

"For the next process is a health test. At most 2 weeks from now, we will contact if you qualify at this stage. Is there anything else?" Ronald answered my question.

I'm shaking.

"Please leave the room and can go straight home" asked Mr. Andrian .

"Thank you, sir. I have high hopes to be able to join the PT family. Textile Globalindo.

I stood up and greeted the interviewers one by one with a raised smile.

"Until this cold sweat" continued Mr. Ronald when shaking hands with me and feeling my sweaty palms.

"Groggy, sir" I replied clumsyly.

Mr. Ronald chuckled.

Natural reactions interact with the opposite sex, sir. My whisper in my heart.

Wulan left the meeting room with mixed feelings. Glad to have answered the interviewers' questions well. At the same time worried if he did not pass to the next stage.

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*Mguk/gurgled, hit the back hard and until sound "bug"