YOU'RE MY LITTLE FAIRY

First Day

Satrio parked his motorbike beside the security guard post after he got off and asked the security guard who was standing next to the gate that opened next door.

There are many motorcycles that pass through the gate to enter the factory area.

"Mas Satrio huh?" ask the security guard who is approaching her.

"Yes, sir." replied Satrio politely. His heart was not careless since stopping his motorbike in front of the gate earlier.

I swear, he felt the same damage as he wanted to go to class on the first day he entered Kindergarten first.

"Park it all back there, Mas. Mix with other employee motors. Trus later until (you) from the parking lot back to his kesininya walk. The office is there." said the security guard, pointing at a gate to the right slightly forward of them standing at this time.

Satrio nodded in understanding.

"The office is right, Mas. If to the left to the room big boss." added the security guard who was reciprocated by a nod again from Satrio who returned to ride his motorbike to go to the parking lot.

"Please tell me, sir" said Satrio politely before passing.

"Yok!" the security guard replied with a light smile and raised his hand.

Satrio followed several bikes in front of him which he believed would go towards the parking lot as well.

He did not expect this factory turned out to be quite large by extending backwards.

The parking area is at the very back of the factory.

And he was quite surprised by the number of motorcycles parked.

Must be over three hundred motors.

"New employee, Mas?" ask a man who just took off his helmet whose motorcycle is next to Satrio's.

"Yes, Mas." Satrio replied politely.

"What part?" ask the man. This time with a scanning gaze to Satrio's appearance.

"Not yet to know, my. This will just meet Bu Rista first" said Satrio with salting face aware of the man's gaze on him.

What does it feel like to be a new kid?

"Our office is like that" said a man standing behind the questioner.

"I think so." murmured the man.

"Where are you going, Mas?" ask those gentlemen.

"Kaliurang Street, sir." replied Satrio with a smile.

"Lumayan far away if here. Half an hour, right?" ask the fathers again.

"Yes, Sir. Forty minutes." replied Satrio again.

"Where was the job before?" ask the fathers again.

This time they have gone hand in hand to leave the parking area with many male dominant employees.

Satrio was confused to get the question. He's never worked before.

"Never worked at any company, sir." replied Satrio finally chose to be honest even though somehow feel embarrassed too.

"A college date?" ask the men while smiling at him.

Satrio just grimaced in embarrassment, confused as to what to answer.

"Mumpung is still new to work, get used to diligent and diligent work. So smart hard worker. Even though you're from the family, we're men. Would be more proud if you can earn by sweating yourself. It's different here." said the father, patting his own chest slowly.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you for the advice." said Satrio sincerely.

His heart was tapped by the words of these fathers, although he was surprised from where this father knew that he was from a rich family.

"Please go to the office. My place is here." said the father had stopped in an area full of semi-finished furniture from the roots of the big teak.

Satrio's eyes twisted for a moment to look for clues about this place.

And gotcha, he found the WASHING DIVISION writing attached to the wall not far ahead of him.

"I'll excuse you, sir. Monggo (mari.)" said Satrio politely and then walked a bit quickly to the office.

In his heart he chuckled at the sound of the female workers instantly buzzing as he passed by the side where they worked.

Even Satrio purposefully threw a friendly smile at the flock of flower-titled creatures who immediately eyed love staring at him.

His heart was pounding again as his feet stayed a step towards the office door.

Really, it felt like he wanted to turn right, run, then hide under the covers.

"Come, Mas." the voice of a woman sitting by the door startled him.

"Who do you want to see?" asked the somewhat mon-tok woman in her thirties in a friendly manner.

"You'll meet Rista's mother, Ma'am." Satrio replied politely.

"Oh, is this Mas Satrio?" ask that mbak.

"Yes. I'm Satrio." replied Satrio with a smile. He saw that the other four pairs of eyes in the room were all looking at him kindly. Except one guy. The only guy in the room.

His view was clearly an understatement. But Satrio did not have time to think too deeply about it because the friendly voice next to him was more dominant in his mind.

"Thank you very much, Ma'am." replied Satrio sincerely then rushed to the door that was appointed by the mother after leaving a smile in the room.

"Satrio Eko Buwono's. We are interested in inviting you to join this company frankly because one of your advantages, namely mastering Japanese, French, Korean, and English is well visible from our virtual test some time ago. Coincidentally, our company is a buyer from Japan, Korea, France, and the American continent. Usually before the first order they visit here to see the details of the goods, from raw materials, finishing materials, accessories, step packing, sometimes even someone asked to look at the supplier in Rembang, Blora, etc, Starch, or Grobogan. We really need translater to explain correctly and in more detail because sometimes their English mastery is not good which often makes a mess in the middle of cooperation because of miss communication." bu Rista brightly and calmly.

Satrio immediately felt pleased with the aura of the HRD head that looked graceful but charismatic. The woman in her forties looked firm but ngayomi.

"Because later your main task is to explain the details of the goods, then your daily life if there is no buyer you need to accompany, you will enter the PPIC division. In PPIC you can get all data items from A to Z in detail. You should study that carefully. For a moment." said Bu Rista after seeing Satrio just nodding from earlier.

Ms. Rista spoke on the aiphone to ask Mr. Cahyo to her room.

Before long a man older than Bu Rista entered.

"This is Mr. Cahyo. Sir, this is Satrio, your new son." said Mrs Rista with a smile.

Satrio rushed to stand up to shake the hand of Mr. Cahyo who looked at him warmly then received a steady helping hand.

"Welcome to my club'." welcome Mr. Cahyo cheerfully.

"Thank you, Sir. Please guide him as long as I'm here" Satrio said politely.

"Definitely...Everyone here is guiding me. He is also me who guides." said Mr. Cahyo as he pointed at Bu Rista with his chin which made Satrio chuckle.

Gone was his anxiety for getting a warm welcome like this.

"Because all he is guiding, until no one can guide him to the right path." said Bu Rista replied to Mr. Cahyo who just chuckled.

Satrio laughed again.

"Udah, please bring his Satrio. Get to know all the staff and guide him" said Bu Rista with his hands wagging like driving away flies.

"Wokayyy! Come on Sat, we'll meet up with another friend, and then I'll take you to your desk. We rock n roll an in PPIC." take Mr. Cahyo while standing up followed by Satrio quickly.

"I'm sorry, Mom. Thank you very much for the briefing and welcome" Satrio said as he extended his hand to Ms. Rista.

"Same-same. The spirit!" said Miss Rista cheerfully.

Satrio immediately knew his co-workers at the office because Mr. Cahyo introduced him plus introduced his new friends' nick names as well.

The first mother to greet him was named Mbak Ema. He's part budgeting.

Then introduced to three other mbak-mbak named mbak Lia raw material purchase section, mbak Reta parts purchase materials, and mbak Dwi financial section.

Satrio extended his hand to get acquainted. This time with the guy who was looking at her with a look of disdain.

Even now, even though Satrio also saw the guy trying to hide it.

"It's Dicky. Part planning." said Mr. Cahyo introduced.

Satrio just smiled which even got a reply to an annoyed snort from Dicky.

""This is Mr. Heru. He is the one who manages the making of samples of all goods. PPIC must stick to keep the same so as not to lose track of the budget per item." said Mr. Cahyo who was only met with laughter by Mr. Heru who might be the same age as Mr. Cahyo.

"Where's the pencil god?" asked Mr. Cahyo while staring at an empty table beside Mr. Heru's table.

"New to production." replied Mr. Heru casually.

"Yes, we know the same drawer later. Now we go to our room first." said Mr. Cahyo then invite Satrio to climb the stairs in the corner of the room.

"The PPIC room and finances are at the top" explained Mr. Cahyo who was only loved by Satrio.

And the introduction was continued in the second floor room which was sealed into two rooms.

"Know my new son. His name is Satrio." said Mr. Cahyo as he entered a room containing four people who immediately turned his gaze to Satrio.

"Satria Madangkara nih, saucy gini" said a woman of Bu Rista's age as she hurriedly stood up and extended her hand to Satrio.

"I'm Rosiana. You can call me bebeb" said Ms. Rosiana who was greeted with another laugh.

"Mbok yo inget age, Mom!" chirp a tomboy while laughing.

"The old man is the head of finance." said Mr. Cahyo, who had all but Rosiana, who stomped his feet with a funny face.

Satrio laughed at him.

"Fenty" said the young girl dressed up in a gipsy style but looked cute as she extended her hand.

"Fenty is the same Nur is the admin of Bu Bebeb." explained Mr. Cahyo.

Satrio replied to Nur's greeting by cupping his palm in front of his chest.

Judging from the clothes he wore, it seems that Nur was a true Muslim.

She wears an A line long skirt with a knee-length tunic top and her hijab up to her belly.

"This is, this representative boy is called Duri" said Mr. Cahyo who got a sadistic glance from a tomboy-looking girl with brown hair because he called it a thorn.

"Wabeezer. We're a team, Bang." said Widuri cheerfully while inviting high five Satrio.

"This is your desk, Sat" said Mr. Cahyo pointed to a table next to the Widuri table after Mr. Cahyo invited the Widuri who had played to the finance room to return to their room.

Satrio stared at the 1.5 x 1.5 meter white table with a black laptop on it with a haru look.

His first desk. Where he will - and should - be able to support himself by working there.

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