Will Never Let You Go
Unintentionality

"Not done yet, Ra?" mitha asked seeing that Ara had turned on the computer even before the office hours started.

"If I wasn't so diligent as this. Junot didn't come in today, did he?" Ara asked back with a sullen face.

"Junot, mah, even if it is healed, the entry if the permission is abis."

Ara's nose kembis kempis hear it, while the informant is now busy touching up his make up.

"Oh, yes, Mr. Boss' invitation has reached the manager, you know. Meaning most likely we can today or at the latest tomorrow," Mitha said with a sumringah face.

"Relatedly invited?"

"Yes, lah! Listen again, yeah, Ra, they don't take donations."

A line of smiles accompanied by a long breath with his eyes staring up Ara dedicate to Mitha. Yes, maybe they don't need to prepare envelopes, but coming to a fancy event like a rich man's wedding should be extra. Most likely, if they do not want to look blurry, they must go to the salon first.

"Later we leave together, yes, Ra," Mitha said again.

Ara patted the jidat. "The first job is really let fit the condition look cutean dikit."

"But! Me, mah, always cak—"

"Shh!" Ara put her index finger on her lips, while the tail of her eyes glanced in the other direction.

The two women immediately busied themselves with a flat screen in front of him because the division head who had just Ara meant walked over.

"Ra, Mom just called me and said that the sales report was directly given to her. But now I have a meeting and I don't know what time it is. So, later you who love to his desk, yes," said Ruli.

"Ready, sir."

Towards lunchtime, finally the report that Ara was working on was completed. He stayed towards the top floor and gave a stack of papers in his grasp, then afterwards he could breathe a little sigh of relief.

However, reality seems to be difficult to be as beautiful as wishful thinking. Bu Sekar was not at his desk when Ara got there. His head was looking for a woman with two children who was the secretary of Aldo. The man who from yesterday was always a warm discussion of his coworkers either in the office or through a WhatsApp group.

After waiting for a while and no sign of Bu Sekar appearing, Ara decided to put her report on the table.

"Hey, you!"

Ara who had turned her body and walked a few steps suddenly stopped. Turning back his body, he had to smile when he saw if the one who called was Aldo.

"S-me, sir?" asked Ara nervously. This was the first time he had spoken directly to one of the company's top brass after six months of working at the site.

"Yes, make some coffee and drive it to my room, yeah. Two, I don't use sugar."

"Good, sir." Ara nodded. He then headed for the pantry after Aldo returned to the man's room.

Carrying a tray containing two cups of coffee that were still steaming, Ara knocked on the room belonging to the marketing director. He swung the door in front of him as soon as he got permission to enter from inside.

Stepping in, Ara's eyes bought and her hands immediately broke out in cold sweat as her eyes caught a man in a suit sitting by the window. He can see also, if the pair of eyes of the man also displays the look of disbelief as he feels.

"I-this is the one who doesn't use sugar, sir," Ara's great-grandson as she puts the cup in front of Aldo.

"What do you want to eat, bro? Let's go get it right now with him." Aldo pointed at Ara with his chin. "Soalah Sekar was suddenly permission because his son was taken to the hospital because of food poisoning."

"Later on."

Enough with those two words, Ara's eyes heated up and her body seemed stiff to immediately move from the room.

"OKAY. Means the meal is waiting for Imelda, yes. He said he wanted to come here."

Ara turned to Aldo because of the name of the woman he was calling. Which actually makes him get the pain of not understanding from his superiors.

"Do you need to be with me?" Aldo pointed to himself.

"No, Sir."

"Then you can get out."

"Yes. Excuse me, sir." Ara nodded for a moment, then walked out of the room making her mind fall apart in just a matter of seconds.

Clutched the tray in his grasp while returning to the pantry. Why is Ara so stupid? Why has he not been aware that Aldo's boss is a friend of his former lover? As soon as he arrived, Ara immediately landed her buttocks on the chair in the pantry with a trembling body.

Returning to Aldo's room, Darma finally sipped the coffee that he had seen before after being quite satisfied to see who made it.

"What time is your office?" tanyakanya.

"Four."

"Totally long." Darma closed his eyes to relieve the frustration that was immediately sticking up. Not because he had to wait a long time if he wanted to talk to Ara, but because three o'clock later he had to meet a client.

"If you want to go to kindergarten, Bro," replied Aldo followed by the oddity. "Why office hours?" tanyanya.

"That's okay," Darma replied as he spread his shoulders.

Aldo shook his head to see it. "Aunte Selly's Pantes used to tell me to play home. Lo serem gini, anyway, since returning from London. A month just hanging out at home. Now back to work is also like a man alive." He continued to speak words that were not heard by Darma at all.

Darma was busy with his thoughts fixed on Ara, and he immediately got up to his feet as soon as Imelda came.

"Gue pull it out."

"Well, don't you eat first?"

"You two."

Darma breezed away. Riding the elevator to get off, his eyes circled as soon as he reached the floor where many of his best friend's employees were busy with their respective jobs. Darma's looking for Ara, where's the girl's cubicle? How does Ara look at her face when she's at work? Is it still the same as the face he always looks at when accompanying the girl to study for college first?

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