Hot Duda: Love For Rangga
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It was past lunchtime, but I was unappetizing and still seriously staring at the laptop in front of me.

"Sir, it's almost one o'clock."

"I know."

"Daddy want to eat something?"

"Eat, I am not hungry" I replied lazily.

"Have you eaten?"

I'm shaking. "Later on."

"Fathers also have to eat to maintain health" he said.

I looked up and looked at him. "Alright, we're going to the restaurant across from the office."

"We?" my words made his shoulders erect, his pupils widened and his eyebrows instantly furrowed.

I immediately turned off the laptop, then picked up the suit that was draped in the chair. "You said I had to eat, right? Come, go. Accompany me. Don't be surprised that."

Haddeh. Until I was outside the room, Jessy was still confused. I know, because other than during meetings, I never had lunch outside with employees.

"So go?" I asked, looking back into the room. "Do you mind accompanying me?"

He nodded and immediately stood up. "Sorry, Sir. I don't mind."

I only nodded once and passed from the room. We headed to the restaurant across the street and ordered each meal.

"You've been betrayed?" I asked while staring at the trees that spread beautifully after sipping my coffee order. I lit a cigarette and formed small circles in the air with the smoke I smoked.

Jessy stunned. "Sorry, Sir. How come...?"

"Jawab only. Ever, no?"

Good, insider. I don't mean to be grateful for the suffering he's been through, it's just that I feel at least I'm not alone, that everyone has been betrayed.

"How does it feel?" tanyaku. It was as if the nicotine entering my body was not working optimally.

Jessy thud. "Sorry, Sir. But...."

I knew he felt strange about this conversation, especially we - as superiors and secretaries - never talked about anything outside of work, let alone about personal things like this.

"I'm stressed today. If I may, I need a sharing friend."

Jessy's expression grew tense. "Oh," he muttered.

"I hope you're ready."

He nodded and replied diplomatically, despite a confused look with a thousand question marks attached to his face. "Well, I'm willing to be a good listener for you. Let's just say it's a secretary's unwritten duty."

"So, how does it feel?"

"I think it depends, sir. Emm-"

"Depends on where?" cut me fast, then I laugh.

Yeah, I'm just joking, but Jessy's not laughing, her pretty eyes are round. "I mean it depends on who betrayed us. If it's just a friend, friend, or co-worker, I feel ordinary. I've experienced that. We just need to stay away from people like that, I think that's enough. There is no point in making it a burden."

I nodded and stopped laughing. "What if the betrayer is a couple? The person closest to us, for example?"

"It depends, too, sir. How much we feel about our partner. If it is normal, it feels ordinary. But, if...."

I raised an eyebrow. "Continue!"

"If we love her so much, it hurts too. It feels like I want to die. But it is only at the beginning, eventually we will even laugh at ourselves, because the absolute victory belongs to him who betrays if we do not try to rise. Sorry, that was my personal experience. Not to judge those who are still silent and continue to fall."

I smile. I love the wise answer he gave me. "Why do you think they betrayed you?"