You, Or Him

Episode 29's

Zia pulled the blanket to cover her entire body when she heard the alarm of her phone go off. Usually he wakes up when he hears the alarm, and even not infrequently he wakes up before the alarm goes off. But this morning, Zia was still limp since vomiting in Dufan yesterday.

His right hand stretched out from inside the blanket and grabbed his phone lying not far from him. His head poked out to look at the clock from his cell phone. Six in twenty minutes. It's worth the phone does not stop screaming, it's already this hour it turns out. As if remembering something, Zia's eyes widened. Oh my gosh, Zia's almost bad luck.

Zia flicked her blanket lazily. He was forced to change his position to sit and immediately stretch the muscles typical of people wake up. Zia covered her mouth as she yawned while walking towards the bathroom.

After performing her morning ritual, Zia chose the clothes to wear to the office today. But the movement of his hand that was choosing the clothes stopped when he heard the ringing of his phone on the bed.

Zia walked towards her phone. Take it and see the name on the screen. On the screen and then close to his ear. His feet moved back to his closet.

“Halo”

“How are you doing?” ask the man to the point.

“Better.”

“Still dizzy?”

Zia nodded as if the man could see her. “Banget”

I heard a breath from there. “If you can't get in, don't take a day off. No need to be on paksain.”

“This is the boss directly who asked permission?” ask Zia to make sure.

“Iya, Zia.” says Dimas. Because the man was more worried about Zia's condition if forced into. It's okay if he rests at home, after all his duties can be handled by Audi for a while.

Zia pulled the corner of her lips upwards. Now he found the clothes he was going to wear to the office. “No papa, I'll be in. This section is also ready.”

“Ya. Come quickly then, don't be late!” said Dimas again.

“It's me again get ready, father. God will not be late. Also what time is.”

A man with all his changing attitude. One second plays the protagonist, and one hour plays the antagonist. If you think; the hell was there such a man? the answer is, there is. And Dimas is the one.

After putting on her clothes in full, Zia walked towards the dresser to sweep the thin makeup on her face. Zia is the type of woman who is indifferent to things like this actually, but she also does not want to look so pale when out of the house because of her poor condition today.

Feeling that enough was enough, Zia grabbed the bag and walked out of the room. But when his feet were about to go down the stairs, his eyes caught the figure of a man who somehow already very Zia recognize even though only visible from behind. His eyebrows are adrift, not that he just called Zia, why has it arrived here now.

“Hai..” said when he saw Zia already approaching him.

“Ngapain here?”

“Fetch you. Arga again can not help you, so I picked up here.” he replied. Afterwards Dimas sipped a warm tea that had not been served before him since when. Seeing that, Zia was sure Dimas had been in his house for a long time.

Zia glanced at Arga who was already as neat as Dimas. But the difference is that Dimas looks relaxed while Arga looks serious with his phone. Zia pulled a chair next to Arga which meant facing Dimas. Zia took a loaf of bread and smeared jam on it.

“Udah long here?” asked Zia when she felt Dimas who had not taken his eyes from her.

Dimas nodded.

“So my phone time, are you here?” ask Zia again.

“Why?”

“Taskin sama Arga tuh. He did not want to open the door because it was too early he said.”

“Kan there are mbok that can open the door. Not that bell guy?” Dimas shook his head making Zia link her brows. “Why?” continued.

“Yes because it's too early.”

Arga snorted at the conversation between her sister and her best friend. “Yes anyways, very lust to come home. I was just about to enter the bathroom, uh she called for a door open. Kan I mager bukainnya.” clearly Arga long.

Zia stood up when she finished rubbing jam on her bread. He took the bag he had put on the side of the table. Seeing that Dimas spoke up. “Where are you?”

“Kerjalah.” he replied while biting the bread rim he held.

Hearing the answer from Zia automatically made Dimas also stand up and then snatched the car key that he put on the side of his glass earlier.

***

Zia instantly turned on her computer when she finished cleaning her desk. About five minutes ago Zia entered the office along with Dimas. From the way to the office until entering the same elevator, they did not engage in meaningful conversation. Only Dimas who did not know bored reminded Zia if he could not bear to immediately ask permission. It was excessive according to Zia, she was just dizzy not the one who was sick how.

“Hai, beautiful. Before lunch yes.” exclaimed Anton while submitting the file to Zia. Anton's smile that Zia hated so much if she was at a time like this.

“Be careful how you die, Mas. All in this world have replies, including the habit of lo who really like to give files and merta with deadlines to me.” racau Zia is not clear.

“This is me who **** what you do not sinter anyway. How do I not know what you are saying?”

“Zi, this is a shipment from bos sir.” Audi handed the map to Zia. Work again. Zia must have been the wrong person. It was impossible for Dimas who was so heartless to worry about himself in such a way.

“Lo why, Mas? Tangle very face.” said Audi while allowing his seat.

“Zia confused me. I have come back. Much work. Enjoy all the work you love while you enjoy it. Don't complain, not good. Audi, love you.” Anton said.

“Too, Mass. Eh lo why the hell back, enjoy also here.”

“Tau tuh. Here we can stories tau.” said Zia origin.

“My work is very original. When I give you a job where ever thought I was also an ordinary man who could be tired. At the beat, he thinks I'm a robot. As long as you know, he really likes cancel all his schedules. Just one sentence, re-schedule everything, I have business. I did it doang, run it all.” Anton paused his sentence and drank the water available on Zia's desk.

“Lo know, I'm a guy. At least as pleasant as most secretaries. I've never, got to spray with his client secretary just because I canceled the appointment time is only less than fifteen minutes away from the meeting began. As I told Dimas, uh he sprayed me too. I swear yes, I do not love Dimas if he is in the office.” he continued. Now Anton has sat in front of Audi and Zia uses the chair he took in any place. His back rested and his hands folded in front of his chest.

“Do not complain, not good.” spray Zia and Audi together. Anton snorted and left his place.

Zia and Audi looked at each other for a few seconds then laughed together before a voice stopped their laughter.

“Audi, later have lunch with me, yes.”

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