You're Not the First

000

Mikail entered the director's room on the top floor of the building without knocking on the door, especially if you'll excuse me. His breath gasps with annoyance from his best friend who can always accept him at any time.

"Where's the report I asked for yesterday?" Shouted Basofi so Mikail got to the front door.

"I haven't finished working on it yet because some of the files are already in Sofi's handle..."

"Cih the reason you're Mek...!"

"You should know better if it's an assistant job or a secretary job.."

"Ka-u...." Basofi clenched his hand then pulled it back when he saw Sofiyah coming.

"You said I could go near him yourself, but look at you who don't want to lose his shadow for a second."

"What do you mean Mek?!!" Basofi started screaming.

"As much as you are Bas..,!! The person who first saw you would know that you liked Sofiyah, to be honest, Bas...!"

"Fucking assistant....! I have no feelings for him! I'm just doing a show and pleasing old people!"

"Ok fine! I won't give up either. You've allowed me to approach her yourself."

" I don't care about that. Go you fucking assistant!"

"OK, don't get mad, boss. Slow down...!" Mikail ran towards the door as Basofi threw a thick agenda book in his face.

When he got outside he saw Sofiyah and he hurriedly approached her.

"Eh Sofi, I forgot and hurriedly left you earlier.. sorry yes..?! Because the boss tuh.. You have to be careful later, if you want to report the same he just prepared the paper and pen flying and hovering".

"Sir Mike lebay...." Sofiyah said while giggling.

" It's not important to make you laugh." Mikail said with a smile happy to see Sofiyah laughing.

"Kring kringggg...." The red phone on Sofiyah's desk rang and it was a newly made phone plane from the director to his secretary, Sofiyah.

"Hurry up here ! What's my schedule today?" Basofi then hung up without waiting for a response from the person he called.

Sofiyah sighed. It shouldn't be time to work. There was still 15 minutes to wait for the bell to ring but the strange boss had already called him.

Early in the morning until lunch Basofi was only in his room to study important documents and sign them if he agreed to cooperate or agreed to request the expenditure of funds from the finance division for office purposes and the company.

All went well until the break time a girl came and Sofiyah's position was just about to go down for lunch.

"Hallow... new secretary huh?" He said greeting Sofiyah while watching Sofiyah closer from top to bottom. "Sir Mek, whose choice is this? Tumben-tumbenan models like gini..."

"Siang sis.... Can anyone be helped?" Sofiya asked while throwing her sweet smile.

The girl answered him kindly, "Want to meet the CEO..."

"Are there any promises?" Ask Sofia again.

"Yet... But the CEO never refused my arrival. Just tell me there's Nurmala..." Said cheerfully.

"Wait a minute, brother...!" Said Sofiyah and immediately called her boss who actually already knew there was a girl who was looking for her.

"Let's in...!"

"All right, sir..!" He said to Basofi who was currently looking at him from behind the glass in his room.

" Please brother ! I have been waiting for you, sir. Oh yeah I'm going to have lunch downstairs. What's his sister want to drink?"

"Es a grapefruit yes.!."

"Ok later delivered the same part of the pantry yes brother.."

"Thank you, yeah.."

"Together brother..." He said to the girl who left him to Basofi's room.

"Sofi wait....!" Mikail who from just now silently watched the two girls interact is now chasing after Sofiyah. "I'm going to the cafeteria too" he said, aligning his steps with Sofiyah.

"I went to the pantry first, Mr. Mike, wanted orange ice for his guests, Mr. Bas"

"No papa I'm with you...." Mikail said cheerfully.

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It's been a year or so I've been writing stories in this noveltoon even though as long as it doesn't get the response I expected . No comments or interactions with readers. Maybe my writing is really uninteresting or really bad.

Even so I still continue to write no matter with it when it gets nothing. Whether it's because I'm stupid or too naive and idealistic. At first I wanted to share stories about the life of the Prophet and his family and friends but gradually I also wanted someone to like my writing and turn my intentions.

My husband used to tell me to stop writing because I had never gotten anything.

Who does not want to earn from something that becomes his hobby. I also want to be like those who earn millions of dollars from writing but yes what can be done. The only ones reading my writing are a few and they leave no trace of it either. Maybe they skim through the traffic stop just like that because it is less interesting and less beautiful or various other reasons.

And why I never moved the plate from another because I often read a good novel and then suddenly padlocked it feels really bad when I can buy internet packages alone Alhamdulillah. Instead of money to buy coins is better to buy other needs.

But this month I want to move it on the Ijo lapak, want to see the response there. Is there a change or is it the same?