My husband loves my sister
Part 1's. Early Meeting

Working for a reputable company is my dream. Now I work as a finance staff at a well-known company. Even though I'm in a branch office that's not big. Fits my slightly closed and non-talking nature. Everyday I just struggle with the numbers on the laptop screen. After all, I do not like to gather and chat with many people. When there is an office friend event. If it can be avoided, it is better to avoid it and choose not to. That's why I have so few friends. Especially the men.

Getting into this company is very difficult. Must repeatedly follow the employee selection stage. If you remember about six months of the selection stage. Just imagine that long I followed him and competed with thousands of suitors. The company rarely does open recruitment. If there is a massive overhaul or is opening a branch just accept new employees.

Every day we employees are required to look perfect. Especially for employees of the marketing team. Every day I'll find them dressed in perfect makeup. Waw!

Oh yea. My name is Hanna Mahira which means talented beautiful flower. That's what my mom said. I have a sister who is cute, smart and you're getting along. Very inversely related to myself.

I turned 27 this year. He said he was old enough for them. But not for me. Alina Zahira my sister is still in college. She was my responsibility, thinking about it made me not think about getting married. As the backbone of financial. In addition to tuition fees, every month also sends money to mom shopping. My father died a long time ago. After I worked here, I asked my mother not to work anymore. Enough at home, even if you have to work, it is enough to work at home without having to return to being a laborer. I can't bear to see him aging yet still working hard. Now it is enough for me to work and support both. The happiness of the two women is my main priority.

Alright. Enough of my introduction. It's time I got back to work. At the end of the month, my work is very busy. Make financial statements and be ready overtime to complete them. My boss is pretty nice and doesn't get angry easily. But I was very worried if I saw the sharp look of his gaze seeing us his subordinates. Deadly look.

“Anna! I wait for your report on the table yes.” Mr. Vishnu's voice shifted my focus from the laptop. Without waiting for my response, Vishnu passed leaving us who were still dumbfounded to see him. For a moment I looked at him, then nodded.

“Good Sir.” Slowly I answered. But enough to be heard by him.

At first glance I looked at my coworker, Dina. He just shuddered in horror as he shrugged his shoulders. Then smile. We are back to focusing on the laptop screen. These numbers are like there is no end.

No feeling the clock has pointed to the number 12 noon. Time to take a break. But I don't think I can leave my job. Huft. Deadline makes life a mess.

The phone rings loudly. Success surprised me. Ah, thankfully I am alone in this room. All my friends are in the cafeteria.

“Halo Brother.” My beloved sister's voice made me smile. As usual, his voice was crisp, making anyone who heard him smile. Hehe.

“Kak, I'm in the lobby. Down dong. I brought food for Brother. Cepetan yes.”

I haven't answered his words yet. He's turned off his phone.

Exhaling a rough breath, immediately I cleared up for a moment my work. Turn off the laptop, put files on the table. Maybe he's in a hurry. Thought.

I immediately left the room to the office lobby. The conditions are quiet, so there is no need to wait in line to enter the elevator. After the ting sound I came in. It feels like I own this elevator. alone in the elevator there are no friends chatting. My room is

on three floors.

After exiting the elevator, my sister was sitting in the waiting room. She wore a white shirt, wore a knee-length black skirt and wore high hells shoes. Looks like Alina took her time here, because she's interning at the company.

Alina stood up as our eyes met. We throw each other smiles. Look, her smile is so sweet. Ah, she knows very well how to comfort her sister.

“Hai dear!” I held him by waving my hand.

“Hai is also my dear brother.” We walked closer to each other. Alina was carrying a plastic bag.

“Sister definitely hasn't eaten yet right?” Ask me. “I bought Brother's favorite meatball. This.” he continued while showing the plastic bag he brought.

“Duh, you know the truth. Brother's beloved sister.” I greet her with a face of sumringah and a big smile. Meatballs are my favorite food. When work piles up like this, I tend not to have an appetite. Meatballs are a powerful weapon against my laziness to eat.

“iya dong.” We laughed together.

I sit on the bench sitting. Want to talk to him for a minute. We sat together, facing each other.

“so it was directly from where you interned huh?” ask her.

“iya Brother. Abis had lunch with the guidance counselor as well. I met you at work. So we ate together deh.” Definitely spirit.

Lecturer. Hmmm, I can do it anyway. I wondered how he could eat with his teacher. It's nothing, when I was in college. We students are very nervous and reluctant to meet lecturers, let alone have to eat together. It was impossible to eat with the teacher. Especially when he was an intern.

“Kok can, eat with the supervisor. What people eat?” I bombarded him with questions. I really didn't think it through.

I looked at him sharply. Great curiosity in my brain and wanting to know more details of how he works at the internship as well. I focused on listening to him.

“So my lecturer happened to be my internship place, Kak. At first, we were both shocked. Even though he actually knew that I was interning there. But still shocked too. Hehe. So, we were a group that was invited to eat and he also asked permission to his head. We follow the.” I must have listened to him.

“After eating, I remember Brother. So I bought this meatball.” he continued.

“oke. Thanks a lot, baby. Brother can't take long. Continue to talk at home and talk. Brother wants to hear your internship story.” I'm standing. Alinaa stood up. Next I drove him out until the ojek he ordered came.

After Alina left, I went in and headed for the pantry. My intention is just one. Spending meatballs. Ah, it's satisfied. Eating a bowl of meatballs is enough to increase my energy to complete the task at hand. I feel like my body has been filled with batres

full-fledged.

It doesn't feel like the day has gone night. I'm alone again in this room. unfinished work and must be gathered tomorrow. Requires me to overtime. Because if this work is brought home, the address will not be completed according to time.

I focused on doing my job, until someone surprised me. A tall, white man loomed in front of my desk. I shudder in horror. At first I thought there were apparitions or ghosts or maybe angels. Because a beautiful face with a neat appearance is not possible ghost haunt.

Ah, what am I thinking anyway. Mostly watch horror movies. I tapped my head to get my mind back to sane.

He was unmoved, standing still in his place with sharp eyes. His gaze was like the eyes of an eagle that was finding its prey to eat.

I stood up and nodded to him.

“There are things I can help you with Sir.” I asked to be friendly with him. Actually I was scared, I glanced down. Relieved, his feet tread the earth. I stroked the chest.

“This Sir, please.” I pointed with my thumb while smiling and nodding.

“Excuse.” I pamitku to him while stepping back. Passed the guy. Stalled steps.

“What's your name?” Ask with an expression .. I don't know.

I frowned confused, but not long after I answered. “Anna.” Shut up for a moment and continue again. “Anna, Sir.”

“Thank you.” He said with both lips raised up. It was obvious that he was smiling handsomely. For a few seconds I was flabbergasted. Unaware that he had left me. I stared at his back until he sank into the room of Mr. Vishnu. I was really fascinated by her smile.

My chest is pounding. I clenched the left side of my chest, I sharpened my eyes. Feeling his current pulse faster than usual. Instantly it felt like I was soaring, floating in the air.

“Anna, still here?” Until the reprimand of Vishnu's voice resuscitated me. My body returned to earth.

Looks like my face has been blackened now. I held both cheeks. Patting simultaneously.

Mr. Vishnu looked at me with a look. He was standing with a man who made me soar high earlier. I glanced at him, he smiled at me.

Mr. Vishnu still looked at me with a look of wonder. I was nervous at once. “Pe-excuse Sir.” I stammered talking to him. Then hurriedly walked away leaving him in a hurry.

Ah drat. Why I was still standing there. Who exactly is that guy? This is the first time I've seen him here.

After I get to my desk. I can't focus on finishing my job anymore. Damnit. Please focus. I wouldn't be able to go home if this job wasn't done. Tomorrow morning must be given to Mr. Vishnu.

Many times trying to focus is still not biisa. The smile of the mysterious man was still beautifully reflected in my eyes.How stupid of me, how could I be charmed by a smile even from the person we first met. I don't know who he is anyway. Basic naive.

When I saw Vishnu passing by, I wasted my chance to ask him for permission. It's getting dark. It's impossible if I have to stay here. I will go home and ask permission from Mr. Vishnu so that my work is collected not too early. Requesting a time setback.

With a quick step I approached Vishnu sir. Subjugating face. I dare to talk to him.

“Excuse me Sir. May I ask for permission to go home and ask for more time to collect work tomorrow. It's getting late, sir.” I said long to him. I hope he understands what I mean.

I'm still down waiting for Vishnu to speak. Squeezing both hands, shaking both feet. I'm anxious.

“Ehm. Okay Anna. I'll wait for 12 o'clock tomorrow. Not more.” Firmly, Mr. Vishnu.

Instantly I looked up, looking into the depths of his eyes. Ah, there I am. I smile. Relieved it.

“Thank you Sir. Thank you.” I replied to her with a smile that was still floating on my face. “Siap Pak.” Continue by lifting the right hand unite the thumb with the index finger to form the letter “O”. okay.

Hurry back to the table tidying up all the work. Save files in the laptop, turn them off and close them. I checked the bag, if only someone was left at the table. Okay, done. Clean the paper trash on the table and put it in the trash can in the corner of the room. Okay sip. I'm h-home.

Actually I'm often overtime. In addition to the work that needs a collection deadline to Mr. Vishnu. Overtime adds to my income, because there is special money for overtime employees.

Note, overtime because the work is not finished yet. I spent my time in front of my laptop. Time is less. Not because I relax in carrying out my duties. Because I am a professional employee at work and uphold discipline.

Waiting for public transport on this increasingly dark night turned out to be difficult. Several times trying to order a motorcycle online always fails. Though usually at nine ojek online can still be ordered. Huft. Breathing rough, loosening the chest that feels narrow because of the irritation that begins to control themselves.

How do I get home. Looking left-right. Niente. No vehicles passed. What's wrong with mini-mala. Phone viewing. Haish. Batrenya's phone is up. So, end my history.

Turn around with the intention of returning to the office. If there was any help there. The horn surprised me.

Tiin`

I almost jumped and fell over hearing it. My body turned around to see who was honking the car horn at me.

My eyes are perfectly round. A handsome man got out of his car. Like a prince descending from his horse welcoming his daughter master. Uh. Fairyland.

Tak. I hit my own head. He's a handsome guy whose smile makes me float now right in front of me.

“Anna, want to go home? Let me take you.” Without further ado he offered to drive me home in his car.

I don't feel like I can believe it. I pinched my arm

“Aww.” Be ill. It's not really a dream or my hallucination.

“Bengong. Come!” Bring it to me again.

“Oh, fine.” I followed his steps behind. He, the man opened the car door for me. Turns out that I was the height. Hidhi. I sniggered to myself.

The man ran around his car and sat next to me, behind the wheel. Glug. I swallowed the saliva. Suddenly my throat was dry. Repeatedly swallowing saliva soaks the esophagus. I was still focused on facing him while he looked ahead to focus on driving.

The streets of Malang at night are still crowded. I was the unlucky one just now, so in front of the silent office no one passed by.

Damn bearer of luck. I smiled to myself. My eyes are still focused on him. The car suddenly stopped. I was shocked. My body leaned forward almost in contact with his hand holding the gear lever. Ah, just hamper.

“We eat first yes. I hungry.