You're Not the First

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Hello everyone....!!! thanks to you who have been faithful to accompany me write by supporting me through likes, comments, votes also give me gifts of flowers or coffee and others. Thank you very much anyway. Lope-lope to all of you.

I want a mintak please yes....! I again need a name for a cute baby girl whose first name is L. Sama asked for two names for the actor as well as two names for his mother. This is for my novel.

Have you stopped by there yet??

I most often forget about the names of people so it is often difficult if you want to set a name for the characters in my story.

It used to be fitting me to go to school I was the class president and until I graduated I still did not memorize their names even though every day I missed one by one. Wonderful as my brain (ceile wear me-gue all like a kid yesterday afternoon ane)

Special for Satriawanty, Mala, Tri Latifah, Nurianti, Susi Darmayanti, Luky Saldhytia, Tika karomah, love input dong....!

Sorry and thank you so much before...._____😘

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After finishing the meal and the prayer Sofiyah went to the pantry to make coffee as she felt sleepy again. It was only in that place that Sofiyah could feel comfortable during these few months that she worked in the Basofi family-owned company.

The OBs spoke politely to Sofiyah because she was the secretary of the big boss who automatically they also had to treat Sofiyah with respect. Unlike the staff who always gossip and stare dislike him. They even openly insulted and sneered at him when Basofi was not with him.

"Eh there's Fiah's mom...?" Said the employees whose status was the lowest in the office.

"Would you make some coffee, ma'am?" Another word again.

Actually, Sofiyah felt uncomfortable in the call because she had not reached twenty years of age and their age was also older than her.

" Sofi Tumben did not attend the meeting outside the same boss sir..?"

"Kok know?" Ask Sofi marketing.

"Yes, I saw the same boss Mr. Mikail on the way out. How is the tumben not the same Fia?"

"No. Actually, there was no meeting outside today. I don't know where Mr. Basofi went. He didn't say anything"

"God...!! I don't know the boss! Yeah go find some fun. Now the girls are not allowed to come to the office as big madam. That's why yesterday the boss sir so alim so right..? And maybe hungry now. Hungry caress and warmth. Uhhhaha......"

"Shutt's..!!" the other friend pointed at Sofiya with her chin.

"Ups..!! Ms. Fiah.. don't tell Mr. Boss yes if I'm presumptuous to say it..."

Sofiyah did not immediately nod her head, she just smiled at the dikulum.

"Bu fiah.. please....!! I don't want to get fired. Mom...!" He's starting to look scared.

"May but there are conditions..." Sofiyah replied making them curious.

"Eh conditions?" They look at each other. What condition is it?

"Condition? What are the terms of Fiah's mom ?" Ask with worry.

"Don't call me mom. I haven't been twenty years..." Exit again I nya Sofiyah.

"Then what should you call mom?" said the bawel who now looks a bit scared.

"Fiah... I'm the youngest here...!"

"Well, you can't ma'am. In the work environment should call mom or dad to our superiors"

"I'm not your boss...!" Said the narrow-eyed girl while pouring sachetan coffee into the cup.

" It is up to you." said Sofiyah.

"But Miss Fiah, now the boss does not like to flirt with girls, so it's like pendiem. In the past, if you saw bohay women must be in the seductive, in the toel-toel. So yes ma'am, Mr. Basofi used to often change secretaries, who are sexy again. This mother looks like a long time ago. I think since mom became her secretary, boss sir, the boss is like different....!"

"That's right. mom kept going.." said Sofiyah pretending to be serious while stirring her coffee.

"Oh yeah, it's a habit mom. sorry.."

"Haha...." They laugh together.

Suddenly a woman from the marketing department came into the room.

"Ooohh, yes if the director is not there. Just do the work. Pantes anyway. Let's just disperse! all work! Not a good example here. Want to eat your blind salary.....?" He said it was meant for Sofia.

With lightning fast everything that was there scattered out including Sofiyah. He knew he was wrong so he kept quiet. Sofiyah also did not want to make trouble so she immediately brought her coffee and walked out.

bruc...

"Yes Allah....!" Sofiyah shouted in shock because her skin was hit by a spill of coffee that was still hot.

The woman deliberately hit Sofiyah's hand so that the coffee spilled on her shirt.

"Ups sorry accidentally...!" He said there was no guilt and immediately left Sofiyah while closing her happy giggling lips

Sofiya immediately put the empty cup on the table. He tied his veil tighter behind his neck. Fortunately, only his shirt was hit by a coffee spill. The pants are also wet but it can be tricked if there is a change of clothes.

Sofiya wagged her clothes because the coffee was still very hot and it hit some of her stomach skin. He immediately walked to the elevator to go upstairs while holding his clothes so as not to touch his skin.

Usually he wears an outer or a suit sometimes also wears a vest but today he only wears a shirt that is put in his pants so that the coffee spill could quickly touch his skin.

Just because of lack of sleep, Sofiyah was less focused from morning until noon.

Arriving upstairs he was sure his boss and assistant had not yet returned to the office. He also sneaked into the boss' room to dare himself to borrow the boss's shirt. He had no other choice.His skin was already very hot and prayed that he might not blister later.

He had taken off his shirt and was now busy looking at the contents of the closet in his resting room Basofi. Looking for clothes that if not too submerge himself while repeatedly blowing his stomach that feels hot.

The approaching footsteps caused him to panic and he immediately locked the door from the inside, not wanting Basofi to see it in its open aurot state.

"Sunday you should come and bring your girlfriend! Introduce as your future wife. I don't like it when they ask you when you get married. We will celebrate the anniversary so you have to come, no excuses. We'll also do a photo shoot for the family photo..."

Sofiyah eavesdropped behind the wall trying to remember whose voice it was.

But strangely the boss' voice was not heard at all.

"Remember that! If you don't come I'll ask your papa to get your name off the family card. You hear that?" His voice was very thunderous and made Sofiyah goosebumps until she forgot the burning feeling in her skin.

'What is Daniel's mother, his honey mother which means stepmom koko?' He closed his own mouth in shock at the woman's words.

If Daniel lives with his mother, then whose real mother he lives with. Is it just with papa? But when several times to there papa is always at home mom.

Sofiyah was so confused by herself how the household life was lived by her future mother-in-law.

No more noise, no more.

"Czech checklists"

Sofiyah's eyes immediately widened to see the doorknob trying to open from the outside and it must be the owner who wants to enter his room.

So panicked Sofiyah did not immediately open or button her clothes. He instead walked back and forth looking for the right words that did not make Basofi angry at him.