Downloads Mate
Chapter 5
I've been busy this week with a new project that was accepted by the company I work for. And I'm grateful this time I'm not on the same team as Deden. Because as usual, that guy will always be taking me anywhere. It makes me uncomfortable, not misbehaving, but really uncomfortable because others will make jokes about us.
"Divy, you got a girlfriend, huh, now?" ask Baby my teammate.
That's not my dear's call for a junior in the university where I went to college, it's called that. So do not blame others if you misunderstand when there is a male coworker who calls his name. "Huh? I am still single" I replied in a bit of astonishment.
"Not believe me."
Loh, what the fuck? I who have myself alone believe that at this time my soul mate's progress is still 35%, there has been no development at all. Especially after my conversation a week ago with a guy I didn't want to say his name. I am still upset and confused, I also don't know what to comment at the moment.
"As far as you go, Beb. If you believe the same I am also difficult, then my people think of me as God again."
"Nijer! Garing banger becandaan. Again rame noh at the reception under discussing delivery for you, nothing ever so."
"What shipment? I got nothing, and you know what?"
Baby looked out the door of my study that opened a little, and then he came back to sit on the sofa not far from my desk. Because I'm still struggling with the new RAB project that we will be working on early next month. Check again whether it is in accordance with the tender value we get.
"Mbak Divy, Fatma wants to deliver the shipment to Mbak."
The door of my work space was knocked from the outside by Fatma, who was none other than the office girl in the office where I worked. "Sign in, Ma'am," I said stopping the activity of sliding the cursor and occasionally typing on a computer keyboard.
In the left hand of the 30-year-old woman was a brown cardboard bag, and her right hand was clutching a bouquet of red roses that might not have been for me. I'm confident that the shipment for me is the one in the brown cardboard bag in Fatma's left hand. But it seems, no. Because Baby seems to be beating while teasing me by raising his eyebrows.
Uh. Fatma put those two things on my desk. Red rose bouquet and brown carton bag simultaneously. Makes me even more confused. "Who sent you, Ma'am?" manya curious.
"Lacking to know, Ma'am. But said Ma'am Angel, the receptionist below the heck was delivered by courier from the future husband of Mbak."
Uh, what the fuck? What husband candidate? Where does the husband come from? From Hongkong? my mind churned in disbelief.
Finally, Fatma resigned from my room and made Baby with satisfaction tease me who still has not touched both objects on my desk. Foreign submissions from foreigners who claimed to be my future husband, and managed to make the entire office gossip. "Eh, there's no Deden, right?" ask me to make sure, because I don't want to deal with him this time. He could be a kepo with the existence of this thing.
"Unfortunately you don't have to worry, because he's already in front of the door of your room," said Baby flicked his chin towards the door that was not how long open and displayed the face of Deden.
"Gue's talking about a new project with Baby, Den. What's up?" ask me to pretend I don't know the purpose and purpose of coming to my room.
I can make sure clearly if the current gaze of his eyes is focused on what is on the table of my work. "Gue didn't expect this heart, Div," he said sitting languidly near Baby who laughed with satisfaction at my current situation and Deden's.
"Lo's been rejected by Divy repeatedly, Den. What is so bad?" baby's tease is very satisfied.
"The name is also effort. Pantes aja I was rejected mulu, it turns out my heart adoration already has a prospective husband. But no problem, as long as the yellow janur has not curved. So, Divyanka still belongs together," said Deden sounded very optimistic and made me want to not laugh with Baby.
"Nijir is a pity-forgive man. Lo why bother us to discuss the work anyway?" ketus Baby who was disturbed by the presence of Deden.
I just shook my head slowly, reluctant to engage in a debate with two people who I think are more suitable if paired. I wrote a white envelope tucked into a bouquet of red roses, and then I took it to see the contents. It is impossible if the contents are a bank check or enough cash to buy a vacation ticket to Bali, right? Hopefully not from a stalker some time ago, and hopefully the writing doesn't make me feel disgusted and want to vomit.
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Hi, Dear Yaya.
I hope you are not angry anymore, yes. I hope you've picked up my phone, have my message answered. I'm sorry for lying to you, but I honestly have no other intentions. It's just the name doang.
I hope the red roses are the same, and the chocolate I bought in a box is eaten. Rubazir if not eaten.
I love you, Yaya. Keep health.
With love, though,
Aditya Royyan Halindra, S.H., M.H
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"Damf. It sucks."
I wanted to crumple the letter the man sent, but I couldn't bear it. In that way the scan results are affixed on the greeting card. That guy was really creative, but I'm still upset that he made my year go to waste. I took a brown cardboard bag that I knew what it was, there was a big box of chocolate that was wrapped in purple and immediately melted in the mouth when eaten. Yaya's favorite chocolate is really mah.
"Nuts... A bouquet of red roses, and a box of chocolates for a Divyanka. Romantic vows, who is your future husband? To me, Yes."
Baby began to act teasing me, even though he still holds several sheets of paper offering material procurement cooperation that we plan to use in this project. Because the company we work for not only provides design services, but also construction and project consultants. And being able to work here shortly after college was a fortune.
"Silence ah. I am still the same person," complained I who still refused to discuss about him.
"He said not to be a husband" Deden grunted with annoyance at me.
"Yes, it's not. What do you do anyway, Den?" my answer is not to think with Deden.
"What the hell is that?" tanya Baby who does not know, because it is the language of my parents' home region.
"It means I like it, I just don't mean I like it. More of what, huh? You do kepo really the same as my business," I explained the meaning of the question Baby just now.
In the end Deden only chose him, and not how long to retreat from my room left me and Baby. While we refocused on what was done before the shipment from Aditya alias Lian to my office. Goddamnit! I don't want to say his name, even now so say his name. It was amazing that man, the man I now know what his face looks like.
"Diyi! The thought of sending flowers yeeee.." Baby's goda made me turn the boola eyes panted.