YUMNA AZZURA'S

292. Overtime Work

Yumna just remembered if from morning there was no news from her husband, a little disappointed because usually Haidar never did not send a message to him.

"Haidar where, huh?" muttered Yumna, Mira heard the muttering of her friend and slightly frowned.

"Why?" ask Mira wonder. Being aware of Mira's question made Yumna shake her head.

"Eh, no. Nothing" said Yumna with a smile.

Mira smiled amusedly looking at Yumna's face which looked bete. "Who doesn't give you any news, huh?" mira asked while teasing Yumna.

"Ish, what the hell? Lunch of yuk! Hungry this!" yumna said evasive. He pulls Mira's hand to go to a food stall that is a few meters near their company.

Arriving at a simple restaurant, the two men went inside and started ordering.

"Yumna, I want to ask you a question" Mira said while cupping her palms on her pointy chin, her eyes looking straight at Yumna's face.

"Ask what?" Yumna drank the tea bottle she had just picked up from the refrigerator.

"You're already married, if I see your husband is no ordinary man. Expensive cars, expensive suits, from the appearance also kayak not just anyone. Do you still want to eat at a simple rice stall like a gini?" ask Mira again.

Yumna chuckled, slightly frowning at the question from Mira. "Who says my husband's car is expensive? Expensive jas? If I'm married, like the rich can't eat in a kayak gini?" ask Yumna. Mira just shrugged her shoulders.

"I'm browsing your husband's car brand, the price is above the average employee. It is impossible if the car is owned by most employees. What is the most expensive car a regular employee buys. Still under a hundred, most pol also a hundred and fifty already suffocating tuh pas deposit per month," said Mira. Yumna chuckled at the woman's statement, making Mira look at her friend's astonishment.

"Curtain, braggart!" yumna said with a laugh.

"Originally I'm a keco kok, hehe." Mira laughed along with Yumna.

"No, my husband did have the car because it was loved by his parents. The result of her work is also not how much, only I know there is a new house, there is savings, continue ... what else is it? I don't know what my husband has, either" Yumna said.

"He's a rich man?" ask Mira again.

Yumna shrugged both of her shoulders. "Kaya or not I don't care, the important thing is that he is good and also cares about me, love me, also want to accept me as I am," said Yumna again.

Mira was a little dissatisfied with Yumna's answer, she was sure that Haidar was not a random person. What shortcomings does Yumna have? This woman is too perfect.

"That means your husband is the one who is?" ask Mira then guess.

Yumna just smiled without speaking anymore. To coincide with that the food they ordered had already come.

"Already, rather than busy thinking I mengingin we eat. Not hungry what?" yumna said while pushing Mira's plate. The two women immediately enjoyed their lunch together. Without them knowing there is someone who is paying attention from somewhere else.

"Did you like him?" ask a woman who is sitting with a man. Seeing his gaze that had been fixed on the two people sitting by the window.

The man shrugged both his shoulders. "Don't know. But she is beautiful" said the man and took his drink. Seeing those two people who were now eating so voraciously, made him smile happily. I want to get closer and sit between the two. The woman who was with him just watched, a little annoyed to see the boss who had not shifted his gaze from the two women.

The break hour is over. Yumna along with Mira returned to the company with a satisfied face. Their stomachs are now filled and also have returned to energy to continue working.

"I'm still curious. Sooner or later, I'll know who you are, Yumna," Mira said.

Yumna was sitting in her chair, she checked her phone, there were some messages there.

Sorry, I've done a lot of work. Have you had lunch? ask the message. Yumna smiled wryly, the message she had been waiting for just a few minutes ago.

It's been. Have you eaten? tanya Yumna replied to the message. Haidar did not reply with words, but sent a picture of himself enjoying lunch while posing pursed his lips and the V sign of his hand in front of the food. Yumna smiled amusedly. Haidar who has such a nature is indeed natural to pose without embarrassment in front of the crowd. Yumna herself refused to take pictures like that in a place where many people.

Do not let food remain, eat until it is finished. Yumna sent a message back.

Okay, come out again in the afternoon. Haider.

Whither? Yumna's.

Search wind. Haider

No need, the wind is sought. The fan can also get wind, Yumna replied.

Haidar who was at the cafe near his company was a little pouted getting an answer from his wife.

That wind makes a dent. Find the culinary, yuk! take Haidar again.

Okay. Yumna's.

See you later in the afternoon, I love U. Haider.

Yumna could not hide her smile, getting the message from Haidar.

She did not reply to her husband's words, only with a sticker she had with a big red heart for Haidar.

Work hours have begun. Yumna put her phone in the desk drawer.

"Yumna, Mira, today's overtime huh." Pinta Rahma, a senior who has worked here for the past five years, is also the assistant manager of their division.

Yumna flinched from the front of her computer screen. "Eh, me?" ask Yumna. Rahma nodded her head.

"Yes, Ms. Fera asked for this work to be completed today. Don't want to be financed tomorrow because tomorrow the boss is out of town. Later in the night to check he said," said Rahma gave some files to the two.

Yumna looked at the clock on her wrist, it was almost three in the afternoon, seeing the many heaps of files she had just received it felt impossible if she would finish it quickly. Instantly he remembered Haidar's invitation earlier.

"Well, can't anyone else, ma'am? I have business" Yumna said expectantly.

"No way, others have also been overtime yesterday, you are the same Mira who rarely overtime. Sometimes change, not the others continue. Poor they also have family at home," said Rahma did not want to be denied.

"Well, what's the overtime? Very spoiled do not want to overtime. Heh, Junior. Do you think you are not tired of what overtime? Don't want to do well if you work. Not going overtime. Overtime is also paid!" knock someone from across the street from Yumna's workplace with a taut tone.

Yumna could no longer argue, she just resigned herself and took her phone from the work drawer. "Yes. I sent the same message to my husband first." Yumna quickly typed in a message for Haidar.

Sorry, Sweetheart. I have to be late this afternoon. Coming home late, write a message from Yumna. Not yet changed the tick to blue, Yumna has put her cellphone back in her desk drawer.