Wulan In Night Wound

Chapter 52 Mode

Two days after Pakne's death, Bune started to get a little "normal". It starts by answering the questions of relatives who want to know the chronology of events until Pakne is found dead.

Bune has begun to be able to smile despite a bitter smile, when the sky behaves typical of his stone.

Time showed at seven o'clock late as I was brewing tea in the kitchen for the banquet of relatives who were still staying overnight.

"Lho, Nduk-san. Why not ready? Didn't you start work today?" Bune scolded me who was still wearing a babydoll.

Yesterday's busyness really made me forget about my acceptance in the new company.

"Wulan sincere Bune. It's still a mess, still mourning. It's not nice if Wulan forced her into work now" I replied with a sincere smile.

"Oh, you're leaving now! Hunting late"

"Bune is okay. There are a lot of brothers here too" Bune said as he pushed me out of the kitchen.

"But, Bune..."

"Here you go, get ready!" his orders to me.

I was in a hurry to start my first working day. I was wondering if I could ask for permission when I got there. But worry, it is not ethical for a new employee who first day into work but has intended to ask permission.

"Ah, what will the word be" I muttered to myself in the mirror. Pay attention to my good looks on the first day of work.

"Unfortunately Mom, you work first. Come here first" I said to Sky who was busy watching YouTube from his tablet.

"Teyja's mother? If teyja Yangit's mom is the same for Tatung?" he asked with a frowning face

"Sama uti aja, baby. 'Kan Kakung is already in heaven"

"Hmm yes. Ati-ati yaa's mom. Semoda got the money that buanaaakk" he said innocently while grabbing my hand to dress.

Bune was in the kitchen accompanied by Bulek Har, Pakne's younger sister who lives in Probolinggo.

"Bune, Wulan said goodbye first" I said goodbye, kissing the back of Bune's hand and also Bulek Har.

"Where are you going?" ask Bulek Har wonder.

"Work" it was Bune who answered him.

"Excuse me first, Bulek" at first glance a cynical gaze emanated from the eyes of Bulek Har. He went to work when the atmosphere was in mourning. That's what Bulek Har thought.

I don't take a headache. Immediately forward my motor to the destination.

At eight o'clock I arrived at the gate of PT. Globalindo Textile. Security as usual led me to the guest parking.

The receptionist directed me straight to the 10th floor. Heading into the room with a door labeled "MANAGER HRD".

On the 10th floor, out of the elevator I turned right. The atmosphere looked quiet and quiet. Just like on the 8th floor, once the elevator door is opened then there is a row of toilets opposite it. Right next to the elevator is a staircase, then a medium-sized room labeled "PANTRY".

Furthermore, new rooms with label managers per division. Go down the aisle and read the labels attached to each door.

The first row of doors on my right "MANAGER PRODUCTION", on my left "MANGER SUPPLY CHAIN"

The second row on my right is "GENERAL MANAGER", on my left is "ACCOUNTING MANAGER"

The third row, on my right "MANGER LOGISTICS" and on my left "MARKETING MANAGER"

The fourth row, I'm right "MANAGER WAREHOUSE" and on my left "MANAGER HRD".

I smiled thinly. At last.

I had a glance at the doors in my front row that I had not been able to pass through. There are a total of four doors, each labeled "BOARD OF DIRECTORS 1", "COUNCIL OF DIRECTORS 2" "COUNCIL OF DIRECTORS 3" and "SECRETARY OF DIRECTORS".

At the very end, there is a room with the largest door and labeled "MAIN DIRECTOR"

I tidied for a while my hair that I had ponytailed, not to forget also my clothes. Glancing at the tiny watch on my wrist, at 08:15. 15 Minutes late.

Tok.

I knocked on the door with the label "MANAGER HRD".

"Lake in!" there was a soft sound from inside the room, muffled by the closed door.

I opened the door slowly and turned my head inside. Looks like Mr. Ronald is pursuing the documents located on his desk.

"Excuse me, Sir. Good morning"

Mr. Ronald raised his face and looked at me who was still standing in the doorway.

"Oh, Wulan huh? Enter in" he said with his trademark smile.

"Please sit down" said Mr. Ronald as soon as I closed the door.

I'm sitting in front of Mr. Ronald.

I smiled and nodded, welcoming his hand.

"Thank you, sir. I'm lucky to be in a big company like this"

"Please read and understand the employment contract. Ask if there is something that feels unclear" said Mr. Ronald thrust two copies, each consisting of 3 sheets of paper to me. Two copies are the same. Definitely one is a copy, and another one as an archive.

It took me a few minutes to read every clause. All the rules, rights, and obligations of employees are clearly written in the employment contract. On the last page, there is already a piece of stamp duty attached.

"Before I sign this employment contract, can I apply for leave today until Friday?"

I know my request is shameless. But I have to deliver.

"Follow?" Mr. Ronald furrowed his brows in wonder.

"I know my request the effect is shameless, sir. My family is currently in mourning. My father passed away on Saturday"

Mr. Ronald was stunned to hear my words.

"I'm sorry to hear it" he said sincerely.

"How about this. Start-up day changed next Monday? So you don't have to apply for leave"

"Can Sir?"

"Can dong!" jest.

"Please get the first sheet. I edited the first date of his entry"

I handed him.

A few minutes later, Mr. Ronald handed him a piece of paper that had just been printed, with the starting date of the training changed.

I signed the contract of employment.

"Have a good look?" asked Mr. Ronald when I reissued the contract.

"Already, sir" I replied mantab.

"OK then, a copy you brought. One as our archive"

"Welcome to join, yes, Wulan" said Mr. Ronald.

"Thank you, sir"

"Let me take it" said Mr. Ronald

"Where?" many confused.

"Go home! Where do you want me to take you? I'm ready, if necessary to get to the pelaminan" slorohnya.

"I mean, Sir?" I was still confused, accompanied by a red face because of the joke Mr. Ronald earlier.

"I represent the company representative to be heard. It's commonplace like that in this company if there is a patient staff" Mr. Ronald explained.

"There's also money" he continued.

"But I'm taking the bike sir"

"Motor so that delivered OB children only in the break hours later. It would be strange if you ride a motorcycle but I ride a car even though it is one goal"

"I don't want to bother, sir" I tried to subtly refuse.

"Absolutely no hassle. It is my duty and obligation to provide moral support to stricken employees"

"Come on!" he said while playing the car keys with his finger, rotated in such a way.

In the elevator we both stayed silent without a sound.

Ting. Elevator door opens.

"Wait in the lobby! STNK motorbike you leave the same as the receptionist. Let it later be brought the same OB" ordered Mr. Ronald and passed to the car park.

I can only frown, then leave STNK motor on the woman behind the reception desk.

"Mbak, pin my STNK motor. Let it be taken with OB. So said Mr. Ronald earlier" I explained.

The woman just nodded and smiled.

Wulan waits in the lobby with a mashygul mind. What does this Mr. Ronald want? Was-was and confused raged in Wulan's mind.

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~Kepaten is a death disaster that befalls