You, Or Him
Episode 25's
Zia flipped through the files on her desk, occasionally focusing on the monitor in front and her right hand moving the computer mouse. Currently Zia is pursuing a deadline from Dimas which unfortunately was only given to her when there was only thirty minutes left before the file was used for meetings at lunchtime. Zia sighed. For whatever it is a lot, my God.
Again Zia checked carefully everything before giving it to her boss. Something new he knew about Dimas. The man demands perfection in every employee's work. When you give the file does not match his expectations, then be prepared for a painful sentence that has been known as a diatribe.
“Zia,”
“Iya, Mas.”
Zia raised her head and looked at Anton who was walking towards her cubicle. Ah yes, Zia forgot to say that Anton was reluctant to be called father, he did not even hesitate to have everyone call him by the name, Mas. He said he wasn't the boss to call. I don't care, Mas Anton. Your share!
“Lo already spun?” Zia nodded. “This is an addition,” continued Anton while giving a map to Zia.
Zia gawked at the map that was already lying sweetly on her desk. “For whatever, Mas. I think you're wrong this map to me,” rutuk Zia. “Even I have just run this big, really do lo.” continued Zia pout.
Anton chuckles and pulls on Zia's head slowly. “Lo very much anyway, deck. It's just to torture the doang, and the boss asks you to check,”
“Then the function lo as a pack sekre what?”
“Ngoper tasks to lo lah,”
“Why don't you tell the boss if I work a lot?”
“Color she herself know your work,” replied Anton scapegoating while staring at Zia.
“Woi, why do you, Mas? Pedekatean not in working hours dong,” it's Audi. He was walking with a cup of coffee to his desk, which happened to be next to Zia.
“Gue wait for you, take dinner. Want ga?” Tempt Anton at Audi who was looking at him reluctantly. They are always like this when they come face to face.
“Why do I have to be tonight? Surely you want to owe money first is not the same as the boss?” accuse Audi of grinning.
“Lo knows me best, deck. Wedding, yuk!” anton said while raising his eyebrows.
“Muke lo, Mas. Awesome ****,” Audi laughter meets Zia and Anton.
Anton grunts and then laughs with Audi. Zia turned the puffed-up eyeball. “Lo can both be embedded anyway?” pissed Zia.
“Lo why? Rich children tormented very yes, Mas,” taunted Audi who asked Anton's defense who was immediately nodded by him.
Zia snorted and for a few seconds Zia remembered something. “Mas, I want guidance. I can permission yes?” pinta Zia with a bright look.
“Gue permission,” said Anton who immediately made Zia cheer happily. “Lo crazy or what? Who is my permission to me?” continued Anton,
Zia clapped Anton's head with a roll of paper. Very upset with this man in front of her. Zia's gaze fell on Audi who seemed to be holding back laughter because he saw Anton's face red, embarrassed. Falling already his pride is made by an onion like Zia.
“Ya already, lo permission to the boss aja there.” said Anton, again. Didn't look angry because Zia was blasting her head just now.
Audi nodded then said, “don't forget to wear a blink of an eye, beb.”
Zia melengos and passed away leaving the two. Anton and Audi laughed at the same time. Other than the two of them, Zia had no more close friends in the office. Because Zia feels everyone in his office is too serious to carry out his duties, except Anton and Audi of course.
“Excuse me, Sir.”
“Please sit down,” Zia nods then directly sits on the available seat. “It's finished what I asked for?” ask Dimas again.
Zia nodded again and handed the file to Dimas. Dimas painstakingly checked the file now in his hand.
Zia cleared for a moment. “Pak,”
Silent, Dimas just kept silent while rereading the file in his hand.
“Pak,”
Again, silence.
“Pak Dimas, I want to say something.” urged Zia finally. If you wait for Dimas who knows when to remain silent like this, Zia could be late to see her guidance counselor later.
“Why not tell from earlier?” ask Dimas.
“Where to say that his own father does not pay attention to me,” complained Zia blatantly.
Dimas turned his gaze completely to Zia. The beautiful girl with shoulder-length hair that was left unraveled was lip-smacking while tapping her fingers on the table. Look, Zia says if they have to be professionals in the office. With her displaying such an adorable face like this, should she be called a professional person? Facing the boss with his looks like this Dimas felt unsuitable, unless Zia was intent on flirting.
“What? Don't beat around the bush,” said the next Dimas.
Zia grunting. “If I may want permission, sir. After lunch I have thesis guidance, so I-”
“Where?”
Eyebrow Zia linked. The big boss's defense is to be able to cut employees' conversations at will. Then ask in such a way when what he asked also included from what will be said by his employees earlier - before his speech was cut suddenly.
“In Caffe located near my campus, Sir.”
“You want guidance or want to date?” asked Dimas with a frown.
Guidance all process approach yourself as a second wife, sir. Of course those were just the words that Zia's collection had in mind. Zia forced her smile. “Alhamdulillah guidance, Sir.”
Dimas nodded without a word. His hand picked up the phone on his right side. “Anton, please come to my room now,” the order.
Dimas looked back at Zia while leaning on the back of his great chair. Zia who felt looked at deeply by Dimas moved uncomfortably.
“Zia, you I give permission.”
Zia raised her head and smiled kindly by Dimas. Not in vain it feels like he is working with his brother's best friend. Look at him it's not hard to get permission from Dimas. Either Dimas is an understanding boss or just because Zia is lucky today. Never mind, don't bother thinking about it.
“But, I'm coming with you.”
