Your Officemate's

Your Officemate's
30. Once Again The Absurd Story



Erika's hand knocked against the wooden table in front of her. His eyes stared at the monitor screen with frowns. His face is serious. But it was not the content of the report that made his face gloomy. Rather, because his mind is branching into many things.


No. gabe. Not a lot of things. Actually, just to one human being with a lot of behavior, that is Clara.


Flashbacks


"Excuse me ma'am, Kirana's sister just told me that someone's looking for a mother in Mai Olshop." Sister Mimi tells Erika who is playing with Aaron on the middle carpet.


"Who?"


"Sirana said, the one who came was my friend."


"Friends?" Erika got up and put a little on the nurse. He doesn't feel like he has any promises with anyone. But, it was already noon, and it was time for him to take care of some work there.


After saying goodbye to Aaron, Erika went straight to the side of the house.


"Erika.." A woman of Erika's age was waiting in her room. He smiled kindly and immediately hugged Erika.


"Vania...., you know where I moved here?" greet Erika.


"Tau dong.The story of you sounds like everywhere." Vania chuckles.


"About..." Erika laughed.


Then, he let Vania sit down and gave her a drink, complete with snacks.


"You're famous in my office, Rika. Seriously is."


Yoke!! Anxiously, Erika throws a small bundle of paper at her best friend's head. And greeted with a Vania laugh.


Erika and Vania were really good friends when they were in school. It's just busyness, work, marriage and many other things, making them rarely meet lately. Meeting for a moment, instantly made them drift in the chat.


Amidst the chatter, Vania suddenly looked at Erika with a strange look. He seemed to be remembering something.


"What?" Erika felt careless.


"By the way, actually I'm here because there needs to be the same you. I want to say something." Vania's voice turned serious.


"What about?"


"On you. Yes really, you are." replied Vania while nodding - nodding her head. His face was like thinking.


"Gini you know,...Are you jealous of Clara?"


"What??"


Erika's eyes widened. Really did not expect to get random questions from Vania. Until - until Erika could not answer so shocked.


"So bener? Are you jealous of Clara?" Vania directly deduced from Erika's expression.


"Your ngaco!" cut Erika fast - fast, after successfully mastering yourself.


Right now, he is really sensitive to everything related to Clara.


"Hehehe..." Vania scratched her head, and put on a gloating face.


"Actually I don't believe the gossip I've heard about you this late..."


"Huh? What gossip?" Erika did not understand the direction of Vania's conversation.


The question is what and from where? He is not an artist or a famous person. Nor selebgram that can be used as gossip material.


Erika raised her eyebrows, and looked sharply at Vania.


"All right, all right.Your eyes are killing me, Mrs Hans." Vania was scolding, cupping her hands in front of her chest. Pretend - ask for mercy.


"Please promise me you won't be mad at me. Yea? Yea?" wilt Vania.


"I'm already angry because you lamaaaa..." Erika folded her hands in front of her chest.


""You're jealous of him. Right or not?"


"God! Why that question again." Erika growled in heart and astonished. After all, since when did Vania know there was a creature called Clara. It seemed, Erika had never mentioned that name in front of this good friend of hers.


"Heiii. Are you jealous of Clara?", Vania shook her hand in front of Erika's face.


"Well! The answer is NO!! Now, the question is why are you making the serandom?", said Erika while putting pressure on the word NO.


"iiish.. make you curious..." Vania grunts - grunts.


Erika moved her eyeballs furiously, because she should be the one who was curious. Not Vania.


"Trus why are you asking about it - it continues? Wh why? Wh why? Whyaaaaa?", Erika vented her frustration.


Maybe if there was a gun in her hand, Erika would have stuck it in Vania's head while telling a story or dying. It was impatient to hear Vania who kept turning around.


"Haha. sorry, sorry. My boss has a son, his name is Clara Adelia. Turns out his son worked in your husband's office. But not anymore. Reportedly because his boss' wife did not like him, so he was dismissed unilaterally. Eeeemmm..more precisely cem..bu..ru..." Vania grimaced as she felt bad for Erika.


"Trus?"


"Yes... My boss is sad. He said his son was smart, and good. His pride is that..."


"Are you told to pass this on to me?"


"Hehe..iya..., eeh. I don't mean it..." Vania is wrong.


"My boss knows that I used to work at Johan's office. That's why he's nanya, I know Hans Sanjaya or not." continued Vania later.


"Trus? What did you answer?"


"Yes, I said you were my best friend." Vania smiled proudly while looking at Erika.


"Trus what does this have to do with your question of jealousy?"


"Well! Itulaaah.., he said you like to forbid the truss to regulate - your husband's nature." Vania's story is getting fiery - fire.


"Example?"


"much. For example, you forbid Hans to participate in outbound events because there is Clara. Trus Hans refuses the visit if only alone with Clara. O'ya even Hans never wanted to go to dinner together if you didn't come."


"Ck!" Erika clucked in annoyance.


"The point is only one, that Hans refused every invitation of Clara on the grounds that he did not want you to be angry."


"Hmm. about prohibition, that's not true. I never forbid any Hans. Maybe from her own who already knew her limits." said Erika slowly, as if to say to herself.


"And about jealousy? This is the umpteenth time, Clara accused me of jealousy. So great Clara, like people have no sins. It's good to judge it to someone else." added Erika annoyed.


"So everything's not right, is it?" Vania concluded.


"Totally, wrong! You've known me for a long time. You should know how I am."


Why does Clara always accuse her of jealousy? Why didn't Brother Hans ever tell you that Clara took him to various activities? And many reasons - why else appeared in the mind of Erika.


It is annoying to hear stories about ourselves from others.