Ex-girlfriend Diary
It's a Surprise

"There is still a wind that is able to penetrate the not beautiful gaps between the weathered windowsill wood. There's still hope. Tell yourself you're not alone."

The skyscraper is soaring. The Narend's Tower looks as stunning as ever. In Badra's eyes, the tens of floors building was his dream long ago. He wanted to build a building like that one day. That's why he worked so hard. Like at the moment.

Indeed, he did not yet have such a large and powerful asset. However, as his late father often said before, "Depend on God, hard work, smart, and proper discipline and perseverance will definitely pay off. Don't cheat, hurt, and take away people's rights! The door of success is before you." Those principles were firmly held by Badra. Until this moment.

So it is not surprising that the achievements of Badra are also considered by many people as extraordinary.

Badra doesn't have a building. But it has fifteen exclusive boarding complexes around prestigious public and private campuses in several cities. There are also seven luxury apartments in its own name that are rented out. The two three-star inns that had not been long managed were with some of his close friends and were quite crowded. Then the latest two middle-class restaurants in Lombok and Lampung. Following in the plan, opened an integrated resort in Yogyakarta, his hometown.

Hows it? A regular? Of course not, considering Badra started his career from minus. Badra has lost everything. Remaining him and his mother.

Badra's passion and character in work make his image very good in the eyes of professional business people in the country. They do not hesitate to recommend if there is a business opportunity or project involving Badra. Especially if Badra is running his role as the trust director of Bos Beni.

Benito Young Corporation is a global corporation. The owner is none other than Benito Young aka Boss Beni. So he asked to be called. The person is funny, friendly, and intelligent is amazing. In fact, Beni Boss has many multi-field academic degrees from several leading universities, at home and abroad. It was no surprise that Boss Beni was a polyglot. At least eight languages other than Indonesian and Javanese are fluently mastered.

Still in his room, he was busy checking the sheets of documents. Another stack waited for his turn to be checked on his desk. Badra, slightly loosening the tie, tried to focus on the series of writings he was writing.

Beep-beep! His desk phone rang.

"Yes, Nia?" Badra.

[Sorry to interrupt, sir. Beni's boss called on channel one.]

"OK, connect. All of you please come in with Fuji Corp MoU draft! Thanks." Thanks."

[Good, Sir. Pretty soon.]

Beep-beep!

"Good day, Mr. Beni. With Badra."

[Jiang! Dra, which one do you think is cooler? Cosplay competitions, fashion fairs with a serious theme, or costume design competitions?]

Badra smiled knot. Not only this once the big boss asked a fun and unique question. In his age heading head seven, Boss Beni is very up-to-date. His age was aging, but his spirit did not want to be left behind with the young. Almost everything actual followed. To the extent that the boss's personal assistant team is in a fog and dizzy seven roving around in order to obey, accompany, and protect him.

"If I see the partner and target market first, sir. All good. We simply mapped out the public. Only then, from there can be seen, which one needs to follow up and what we should follow up with."

[Well, then you're eating at my house tonight, yes, Dra! We're talking after dinner. I wait 18:30 is it safe?]

"Safe, Sir. I'll come."

[Sip then. I'll see you tonight, yeah, Dra! Thanks.]

"good. You're welcome, sir."

Thereout! Conversation finished. Then the door was knocked.

"Come in" Badra's response. When he saw the person who entered, "Oh, here, Nia! That's the draft I asked for?"

"Yes, sir," said the secretary. Adinia or often called Nia, wearing an ivory white fashionable suit with a large zipper accent on some parts. Instead of being tacky and impressed with minimal material because of the short cut of his arm or pants on the knee, Nia's clothing tastes that show his curves actually look classy, but they are not, sweet and practical without creating a negative sexy impression.

"Any more, sir?"

"Oh yes! There are. Please help me, clear the schedule tonight, yes! I need to see Boss Beni. Urgent."

"Good, Sir. I will take care of it. Anything else, sir?"

"That's it. Sorry to add to your hassles. Thanks in advance, Nia. Oh yea. Don't overtime today. Enough already. You are not a machine. Okay?"

"Safe, Sir. Thanks though. Excuse me."

"Yes." Yeah." The door of the room was closed again. Left Badra with a stack of files and complexity that asked to be noticed. Meanwhile, Nia has returned to her desk, struggling with the phone and Badra's agenda that must be changed as much as possible that day.

Deft. Nia, as Badra and many of the employees there acknowledged, was very skilled and competent at various secretarial tasks. Especially that day, Nia seemed to try hard to follow the rhythm of her leadership work. It has been almost five working days since Monday to Friday, Badra working overtime.

Be responsible, responsible and loyal. That is also the view of many people about Nia, the mainstay secretary of Mr. Director. When the boss is still seriously busy in the office, abstain for an Adinia not to go overtime. He felt the secretary's existence was helping to ease his leadership duties. His participation to work overtime with his leadership is a form of responsibility and devotion.

Beep-beep! The phone on his desk was full but kept coming back to sound. "Yes, Sir?"

[Nia, please switch all phones for me unless it's very important. This same, help find information. You choose. Want to find information about anime, manga, online games that are trending, national and international? Or want to check out the popish clothes draCin and draKor, semi-formal and formal?]

Adinia listened, weighed the lightning and immediately gave an answer. "You're the last one, sir."

[OKAY. A bit fast! We only have an hour! Thanks.]

"Good, sir." Adinia breathed. "An hour and a great task. Okay, let's work!"

...*...

"Bapi mah that! Cheating! It's the weekend, Papiii! It should have been my ration. Papi has his own hours. Holidays take rations too?" One side of Beni's shoulder was beaten spoiled. It's not like it's beaten. In fact, it feels like a massage.

"Near my neck! Right left! Over here, you know! Nahhh, hadehhh really good!" Boss Beni even asked for a massage.

"Ohh, Paapii! I'm really craving, right! Even the massage request! I'm spilling over with Papi!"

Boss Beni laughing. He then spread out his free arm, inviting his beloved daughter closer. His other hand was still holding an A4-sized tablet. The princess threw herself in embrace.

"Cheat cow! I'm pissed."

Boss Beni laughed again. "Cheat how? Didn't even once paddle two islands crossed? You can meet a boyfriend. Papi meets Papi's assistant trust."

"Yes but Papi should have talked to Mas Badra during office hours only. Why do I have to be out of business hours, anyway?"

"Eits! Successful people's work hours are flexible. As he enjoyed himself, his personality progressed in a better direction, his quality of life also improved his inner birth, the success of his name!"

Daughter whining. "Aahh, Papi tuh.. Mulu ngeles!"

"Lho, but right, what did Papi say? Do you want to marry a successful person? No miesel? Sure?"

Still with lips chipped, his daughter again beat spoiled. "Not that, Pi. Our courtship is only a weekend. That's also if Mas Badra can't work out of the office. Weekends can only be met once and there is not an hour. Papi was giving a workload too big for Mas Badra. Doesn't Papi have pity?"

"Oh?" Boss Beni was a little surprised. His arm that was holding the tablet down. Now the total attention of Boss Beni turned to the daughter who was poor in her embrace. "Emang Badra is that busy?"

"According to Papi?" his daughter asked back. The tone is a bit fierce. Boss Beni laughing.

"Yes, Papi will be obrolin deh same Badra, let him spend more time for you. It is not healthy to work constantly. Badra is still an ordinary man, not a god."

"Really! Not a robot either! Promise you, Pi, from now on Papi can not be too pressuring Mas Badra! Papi said he was still a human being."

Boss Beni patted his daughter's sweet potato. "Yes, promise. Uh, but by the way, Papi's gonna eat and Badra's gonna have a serious chat. You guys are going out tomorrow, yeah! Or Sunday, please. Patunya Papi wants to invite Badra survey and investigation of prospective new project candidates."

"Damn, Papiii! I'm angry, here!"

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Salma looked at one of the sketches with interest. "Wow! Details, crazy! Can he make this?"

"At home here? What's wrong, Dik?" Rocky stood by his sister. Now he is observing the sketches that captured the attention of his sister.

"Weizz, cool, here! That's good too. That also. Well, this is kece, here! Quickly, from that whuah-wow only. It's good, really. Who's the picture?"

"New designer" replied Salma.

"You've met the same person" Madam Shanty waltzed in, joining the conversation. From the plate he carried, he fed a piece of fruit to Salma. "Yesterday, did you know Mama? To Ega same Oky."

"Huh? Which one, Ma?" Rocky tried to erase his memory. "Girl, dude?"

"girls. That's you, who yesterday embarrassed Mama about her name! Time to forget, anyway?"

Salma looked at her mother and sister in turn. After the fruit in the mouth is swallowed, "Omella. Recognize, no, sister?" Then code her mother to re-prepare the fruit, "Aaa!"

"OOH! The Omelet?" cheer Rocky cheer cheer. His mother glared at him. The sister choked with the piece of fruit she was chewing.

"Great as well as him? Talented! Great, Mam, to be able to hire the rich talented guy he is. I want dong designed one semiformal dress that is boyish, very young, soul full of passion and creativity. Can you, no, Ma?"

"Wani piro's? How much do you dare pay, huh?" The Mother's answer made Salma laugh. He gave both thumbs up to his mother. While Rocky, protest.

"Well, what's the calculation, Ma? Rocky is Mama's son?" Rocky looked at his mother, shocked, in disbelief.

"Business is business. There's money, there's stuff."

"Ma! Oky is Mama's most handsome son! Mama really have to tell her own son to pay?"

Madam Shanty breezed out of the room while indifferent to the Rocky protests. "Mama's most handsome kids aren't just you. There's still Ega and the Bungsu!"

"Mamaa?"

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Horta's matic motorbike is parked by the side of the road, right next to the gate to The Narend's Tower where Shanty's Madam Fashion House is on one of its floors. Horta stood beside him. His towering tall body leaned leisurely on his motor.

Once upon a time Horta checked her phone screen. When Omelette's name came up, Horta brought her phone speaker to her lips. He said, "Well in front of me. Chivy. It's hot!" Then the phone is put back into a pocket-sized responsibility bag that runs diagonally in front of the chest.

The air this afternoon was quite hot. Horta had actually been feeling sultry from earlier. But he obeyed and remembered Omella's advice not to remove the mask. I don't know what's going on with his face. Many people are interested in enjoying it, both just looking to the touch and tend to be harmful.

After a few minutes, the person who was waiting appeared. Omella ran towards him. Some of the people who saw it started cheering on Omella. "Yeah! Pick up the girlfriend for the story!" Then, "Know dong!" and

"Long handsome, nih yeee! Cool, Ma'am!" also other sentences.

Omella has never been angrily seduced by her co-workers. Because according to him it is precisely their way of showing a familiar greeting, not bullying. While not physically or mentally disturbing, no one is hurt, stupidly. So anyway, the attitude of both.

"Mas Yos said he came home tonight. We're eating big ha-ha-ha!"

"Oh yeah? Hurry home! Speeding a little, Ta." Omella was surprised. When her sister-in-law comes home from work, even if it's just a few hours, it means there's good food and special made by Janice. The eldest of the three brothers was indeed good at cooking. Unfortunately, the special menus only come out when her husband comes home.

"Ta, just by the ring road! No need to go through town. This clock must be solid, "pinta Omella.

"Well, change route, huh? Gawk. Let's get there fast. Passing the ring road means speeding a little, right?"

"That's what I mean. Come on Tata, hunt! Hungry, here!"

"Yesame. I'm hungry already" protested Horta, tightening her helmet. "Who tried the old one out?"

"Whisper! Go, walk!"

Horta also brought his motorbike to speed on the streets. The city of Yogyakarta in the afternoon at the time of returning home office is not as crowded as Jakarta or Bandung. However, for starving humans, the crowded streets are hell. When stopped at a red light, their motor is side by side with the long-cherished black Range Rover Horta.

Whether because he was overwhelmed by hunger or too amazed by the dream car, Horta accidentally nudged the side rearview mirror of the car. His position shifted. Fortunately Horta woke up for a moment. "Eh, sorry, sorry!" Horta then quickly fix the rearview mirror position so that it returns to its original position. "Sorry, yes!"

The green light is on. After looking down apologizing again, Horta put forward his motorbike, turning according to the route home. Meanwhile, from behind the raybend glass the person behind the wheel had not been full of his shock. He saw a biker who nudged the rearview mirror of his car. He also understood that the man was sorry. But the woman he was shaking was too similar to someone in the past.

Not ready to respond, the bike has turned away. The earthy honking sound from the back row made him immediately continue on his way.

Omella's? Is that you?

...* * *...

07:30 the next day at the Fashion House.

Two handsome young conjoined twins were walking fast. One young man looked very trying to avoid the other young man. Until finally the young man who was chased by anxiety and annoyance was no longer able to handle his twin brother. "Oky, what else, anyway? Hiya! Mama, Oky bullies Ega on, nih, Maaa!"

"Rocky Nagendra!" The mother shouted.

The man called his name said, "Hadir, Madam!"

"Let's absent. What did Oky eat, anyway? Early in the morning was full of energy," Salma broke up, trying to keep her twin sister away from each other.

"Sir Oky, it's in the office, lo! Not at home! Hey, branding image! Imaging is mandatory! The jahil is braked a little!"

Rega alternan sticking out his tongue, attaching to his twin brother. "Sukurin! Diomelin grandpa, right? Huo! So don't be a nosy!"

"Rega Nagendra!" replace the Mama said his name. "Udah, stop, Oky don't have to be answered. Just like you guys. It's still a rich kid. Hayo, remember, no, Mama brought you here because of what?"

"Remember, Ma," answered the two compactly.

"We want to meet the Omelette, right? Which one, Ma?"

"OKY! Golly, deh. Once again Mama heard you call Omella by that name, Mama sent you to Bermuda! Wanna?"

Rocky shook his head obediently. "What's so bad, anyway?"

"Not bad, Oky. It's a people's name. Indiscriminately you replace. Not polite! If the person is offended, how about, try?"

Rocky smiled and hugged his mother. He said spoiled, "Yes, sorry. I'll ask her permission to call him Omelet."

"OKY!!" Madam Shanty takes herself off Rocky's arms and searches for the earlobe of one of her twins, about to pick him up. Rocky swiftly convoluted while continuing to laugh.

"Yes, yeah, geez, Ma. Kidding, ah! Mumpung Ega same Oky already here, where is the sample of clothes that Mama said we should try? Here, let Ega and Oky get ready first."

"Well, that's the cake from earlier! Make tension Mama amburadul aja. Udah, now Ega same Oky come with Mama to the costume room. Salma please call Omella, yes! Take it to the studio. We'll meet there."

The twins and Salma split up. Unbeknownst to Salma and the Mama, the conjoined twins are actually looking forward to meeting Omella again. The two were agitated, only expressed in different ways.

Omella, we can finally see you again. How are you today?

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