Back To the Beginning
A Girl Who Has Problems
This morning I was ready to go to work on my first day.
my phone vibrates, ahh.. video call from mama "hallo mami!!!" little Bima appeared on the screen and smiled sweetly. "hallo son mami, eeh air shower.felt here kiss mami first", "can not mami far away" said the child who is no longer this baby stammering. "Bimbim eat first yaa mami again work later at noon mami call again ya dear" said I ended the phone after glancing at mama on the mobile phone screen as a code so that Bima would hang up her phone, mama also blinked her eyes... God, thank you for giving me spirit this morning.
today as a new child training I was invited to tour the office and get acquainted with several co-workers, beautiful women nan classy in front of me is mbak flowers, independent woman who looks smart but firm and a little fierce, age above me a few years and a widow like me but without children. about a little story from him that I got when traveling around the office earlier.
"bianda today joined me meeting with a client yes"
"good as a flower" I answered briefly.
we also went to a restaurant, the flowers drove an office car but did not use a driver he chose to drive himself.
"yesterday who's interview? Is that why?"
"heemm yaa mbak, Mr. Rega"
"wohoo sakep yaa Rega, again nyari soul mate tuh.. kasian not married, difficult move on"
"loh sir Rega is not married? Eman e.." I replied unintentionally heard by the flower.
"do you speak Javanese? haha Podo I am also a Javanese loh.wah exclaim is there who understand if I suddenly keceplosan use Javanese language"
then we both laughed together.
after arriving and meeting our clients also had lunch, "how do you? how did they meet?"
"do you really want to get angry? how many people are you afraid of when I am fierce? calm bi if not wrong time to be angry, you are the spirit of our work is good cm yes kesel-kesel little and tired in the street".
"get ready for the spirit of hehe.." fake laughter and reddened face of my current condition, all wrong the new boy.
the afternoon before we returned to the office before stopping by to check the location that I was used as reception place next Sunday.
"we were absent just back, what did you go home to?" ask flowers.
"carry a motorbike mbak hehe, makasii mbak bunga.. I was absent and immediately went home, pamit yaa mbak carefully on the road mbak" said I a little run towards the basement of the parking lot after the absence of course.
"want to go home?" an unfamiliar voice suddenly stopped me from running, I turned around and it was Rega who greeted me.
"yes sir, I'm first sir" wearing a helmet and statering my motor matic.
"be careful" he said smiling sincerely.
"let's sir" I smiled, which is cute *makes me smile all the way home.
before I got home I stopped by the supermarket to buy some groceries because the contents of the refrigerator were almost empty... I forgot my promise to Bima I looked at the clock turned out to be very late afternoon I decided to take a cellphone and click the video call button mama number "hallo mama sorry ma was busy my first day of work, forgot to call Bima.. Bima where ma?"
"you got bi work? thank goodness, dear spirit, Bima just fell asleep tired playing her all day" said mama.
"yes it will be later if Bima wake up call me yes, doain my job smoothly ya ma, I love mama". ended the viedo call and then I continued shopping, paying for groceries and coming home.