Young Single Mom's

In the company

I was just sitting quietly at the end of my room watching the two people who were busy with their respective activities .

Not infrequently Mr. Toni slightly slipped a joke on me on the sidelines of his activities to reduce the tension in my room.

After they finished searching my entire room, they asked me to talk. "After we searched everything, we understood the position mba ara.. therefore, listen to me well - well. I asked for cooperation mba ara ! " farhan's word is full of emphasis.

"before I want to make sure if you are correct from POLDA ?" my question was full of questions, because they came without police uniforms. In my mind I'm a little suspicious, don't - don't they're undercover thugs or criminals posing as bogus cops.

"We are optional police mba, we are not in uniform while on duty, calm mba ara not to worry" while showing their identification.

"Okay mba, continue that earlier. we ask for cooperation mba, mba mobile phone we have tapped.. later after the sky reply to the message immediately contact us !" Farhan said meaningfully.

"After this we will go, do not dare to be of any kind let alone run from here... keep the temple - the temple does not happen what - what in front of the sky. understand mba ??" farhan asked with a threat.

"Ba - well sir" I answered stammered.

" Yasudah then, remain calm mba. please be ready - ready to work, later I will continue via wa ya mba, we pamit. sorry to interrupt, good morning.. " pamit Farhan and Pak Toni.

I immediately closed my room door. I was silent enough to digest what just happened. "The sky" I said full of questions.

I dated the sky for about a year at the beginning of my college and then we broke up and reunited after three years without communication.

I've been close to him for the past three months as a friend and I don't know what happened to him during my separation.

I was quite close to the Sky family.Even her mother, sister and father wished me to be the wife of Heaven. He looks from a good family - well.

Time shows at 08.00 wib.

I went to the bathroom in my room to clean myself up.

after the shower, I got ready to get dressed and put a little makeup on my face to the office.

I put a knee-length dress and blazzer on my body. When working I like to look neat and beautiful.in addition to the demands of work that requires me to meet clients at unexpected times, I am also comfortable with my neat appearance.

My long hair with a hesyan color often I set it to wavy.

I'm 155 cm tall, not too tall but pretty good with my body is not too thin and also not too fat.

My company requires its employees to always wear high heels or high heels for their female employees.

I was also very comfortable and accustomed to every day using high heels, even though it was the beginning - at first very tortured.

I used to ride it in an elevator.

At exactly 09.00 wib all employees prepare - ready for a morning briefing for approximately one hour to discuss the agenda every day.

Finished my friend's briefing to take me down to the mushola for dhuha prayers.

"ra... follow dhuha not ?" ask bianca.

"Ah yes mak "my answer as I stood up from where I was sitting. I followed the bianca from behind and followed the fafa.

The three of us were close friends, and the fafa and bianca were far above me. They had families and children. I was comfortable with them because they thought I was like their own child.

After the prayer, I momentarily fell silent thinking about the incident this morning.

"why are you so dumb?" ask Fafa while folding his face.

I am confused about the story or harboring about the events that happened to me. But if I hold on to it I will continue to be restless, I am not the type of person who can hold problems alone. When I tell other people about a problem, I feel a little relieved.

Finally I ventured to tell them both, I trusted them very much. Who knew they would give advice and come to give me a way out.

"can I tell you?" I asked the two people on my right and left side who were none other than Bianca and Fafa. I used to call them mak 'cause they were 13 years older than me.

even though they were far above me, but they were still pretty enough and even so beautiful that the three of us looked the same age.

"Of course, please listen...What's up? you look agitated" Bianca said.

"So this morning I mak.. hiks hiks hyks" had not yet finished my words, my tears had first dropped themselves on my face.

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