Not I'm Taking Him
New Deputy Director

Thunder Pov

"What happened in the house bum RT?. Is there any connection to my git?". Mumbles.

I went down the stairs to the front porch.

And..

"Son Thunder, here's the key to Gita's car.

Looks like Gita's gonna have to move here. Danger, your future wife even in the mistreatment of a boarding friend". Said my neighbor next door.

"What's up with Gita sir?!". Ask me.

"The theme's raging. He said he took you. And gita's injury.

Said your mama, you and gita will marry siri in a few days. That's why we and bu rt agreed for a while nak Gita was here first.

But you have to promise, don't be a pervert!". Say that father.

I'm shocked. Kok...

"You say, if you keep trust?. There's a gadus kid staying here?!". Add that father.

"Bie... Can sir". Reply firmly.

"Also in the next few days, I'm also at night. I will rarely meet you too". My answer.

"OKs. I believe you". The answer.

Not how long some mothers carry some stuff. Suitcase and cardboard.

Mom told me to put it in the front guest room. All the mothers looked at me with smiles.

I just returned their smiles. Between awkward, shy and happy.

"You go upstairs. Gita will enter the house". Mom's orders, when the moms and dads were gone.

I also obey my mother's words. Dizzying the living room. Monitor the Gita that mom invited to her boarding.

And his forehead turned out to be a wound, because it was already on the bandage. But he still goes to work. He said there was a meeting.

While Gita goes to work. I took my mom to see Gita's parents. So my mom and I went to Papa's office at the police station.

After a brief discussion with papa, papa called his father Gita. Meet at a restaurant for lunch.

And, we're deliberating about my relationship and the future.

We were decided to get married by Sunday.

And Gita will be surprised.

Thunder pov end.

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"Assalamualaikum.

Yes, in the office. Just ready for lunch. Is there a pa?!". Ask gita.

Currently the gita is at his desk, after the meeting and lunch with the leaders and staff who participated in the meeting.

He had also avoided Dika several times, when he wanted to approach him, gita pretended to be busy with friends or his boss talking.

They had lunch with catering to the meeting room. Not the rice box.

"Yes.

I now live in the house of mama bang Guntur.

But it looks like I'm staying at bang Zai's place just fine. Afraid of disturbing the family peace bang Thunder if I'm there. I'm not who they are". Gita.

"Good pa.

Assalamualaikum". Gita closes the phone call.

"What's up!?". asked the gita room's friend.

"Ooo..

Oh yes, Gita. I heard there's a new deputy director". Ask a friend.

"Yes there".

"What's his name?!. Are you old or young?!". he asked again.

"The name is Andika and still young. Se..".

"Have not married yet?!".

"Lack of knowing!". Answer the gita shrugged her shoulders.

"If you're not married, you can't wait for the deputy director.

You just have to count the days. uh, the count of hours can be. seventy-two hours. aka three more days your iddah period runs out". Say friends Gita.

Counting and reminding.

"No interest. I've..".

"Quick move on is the gita. Do not dissolve with sadness, your deceased husband is calm there". Friend.

"I knew. But not him either. He's not my taste". Answer Gita.

"Don't do that. Later after you move to become deputy secretary director, uh instead close and married.

"Who wants to be deputy secretary?. Don't be from you.

"Who is the original?!. Tuh look!. It was put down by our division boss.

He said you went up a notch, so secretary to deputy director". Point it at the envelope on the gita's desk.

"Bright. There is more to it than my work. And I'm not okay. Still an ordinary employee". Answer the gita wonder.

Pick up and read the contents of the envelope pointed at by a friend of Gita.

"Lack of knowing too. Maybe you directly selected the vice director". The answer.

"Isa.. Just pissed me off". Gita muttered after reading it.

"Pak Andika's name. Don't call me wrong. Could get your score later". Gita's friend.

"Yes.. Mr. Andika.

He did not choose a more experienced secretary. Than to choose me". Gita.

"Rug your sustenance. Level up".

"Not yet. There are many others. You for example. It's common to be the secretary of our division's bosses.

"Can. I would if I were chosen. But they chose you. I'm what foam". Gita's friend was disappointed.

"I propose later. You're the deputy secretary of the director". Answer the confident gita.

"Eh no need. You're the deputy director's secretary. All pdkt". He smiled mischievously.

"There is no pdktan. Slothful". Gita.

He folded the letter he took from the envelope. She's pissed. I could ask him to be a secretary.

'Look at you dika. If you want to make trouble with me. That's enough time you've made me embarrassed and upset!'. Gita squeezed the envelope.

"Kok the envelope in the crumbs?!".

Gita shook her head, smiling faintly.

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