It's not my fault, Lovely Reunion
Presbyter

It's Not My fault, Beautiful Reunion Part 9

By Sept

Some people nodded and gave their greetings. As for Dance, she was surprised because of the face of the man who seemed familiar. But Dance forgot. Maybe they've met on the street or where.

"Alright, we continue," said one of the men in a neat suit in front of Tari.

Until finally the interview and the others are over, and Tari will have to wait for the call if it is indeed accepted.

"Thank you," said Tari and the others when told to get out of the room, replace them with others.

The man who entered last, then held the CV of Dance on the table, then ordered to his subordinates.

"Save this one," he said.

"Sir, there seems to be something better" said the woman in a miniskirt and a soft but fragrant perfume. The 10-meter radius still smelled.

"Just do it, this is the boss's order!" answer the man firmly.

The woman did not seem sincere, the problem was that Dance was not included in the criteria, especially if judged by appearance. She feels beautiful, and Dance may be less attractive.

"Surely sure?"

The question instantly gained a scathing spotlight.

***

The man who had argued, was now sitting in his study.

"Already, Sir. I made sure" he said on the phone.

"Do as ordered" Rio said on the phone. He himself was staring at the building while waiting for news from his accomplices.

Yes, everything is Rio's plan. The mastermind of all this is the man.

Meanwhile, Tari went home, then picked up her son in daycare. After that the two went home, somehow Tari looked very happy. Maybe because I feel another mood.

Though not necessarily accepted, it's just that he was happy. Get out of the house and try new things. However, his face was confused.

"What if there's a work call? Then how's Ibel?" muttered.

Dance then saw the scenery in front of her. Where a young mother walks and is followed by a babysitter holding a small child.

"Yes my goodness. I can pay a babysitter to look after Ibel."

Dance then looked at her daughter, while apologizing inwardly.

"I'm sorry, honey. Mama must change, if not ... When you get bored with your mom and want to leave you. At least Mama can stand on Mama's own feet, "inner Dance then rubbed Ibel's hair gently.

This dance is female, and whose name is female must have instinct. He felt that the gods had changed a lot. No respect, no dear, no love anymore. Maybe just because Ibel, that man hasn't abandoned himself. Suddenly Dance's mind was full of the worst prejudices.

***

Not feeling, they're home. The dance prepares a meal for the two of them. Then fall asleep while watching TV.

"Geez, what time is it?" Dance rubbed her eyes. Ibel is still asleep. And it's dark. They fell asleep from the afternoon. Maybe tired from going out today.

The nights he took a shower, and finished cleaning himself, his phone rang. Not from the husband, maybe God has forgotten that he has a wife.

"Hallo, Mia."

"How was the interview?"

"Yes that."

"How is that?"

"See me wait."

"Don't you tell me?" ask Mia.

Dance chuckles.

"Are you the office's son?"

Both are chuckling. Then start talking ngalor ngidul. Discussing things lightly to heavily until Ibel wakes up and they end her phone call.

Dance is completely independent, she can take care of the child without the help of the husband. Partly if the right to go home also God rarely helps. Most also nagging and grumbling, the house is how it is, so it is. Dance added stunts if her husband at home.

***

Three days later.

Dance was playing with Ibel in the front garden complex, suddenly there was a call from the office number.

"Hallo, good morning .. is this right with Mother Dance?"

"Yes, sorry where's this from?"

"Okay, Miss Dance. We're from the company. And we want to confirm that Mom is welcome to join our company. For the next time, you can come to the office directly. Tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock. With neat clothes and please don't be late."

Dance is nervous. He thought it wouldn't be accepted, but a phone call just said he was welcome.

"I'm accepted?" ask the Dance who seems to not believe.

"Yes, Mom."

Dance immediately thanked me. While next to the woman who called Tari, stood the figure of a sturdy and authoritative man. He nodded at the caller, then left the room.

His smile broke when he walked down the aisle of his subsidiary. One more step, he'll get what he wants. Without coercion, everything would go on as if it were a coincidence.

***

Day H.

Dance had to go to her mother's place early in the morning.

"Titip Ibel yes, Ma'am. While dancing looking for a babysitter."

"Yes, don't worry" said his mother.

Her mother supported her mother, Ibel. If Dance works, it must be a lot of money. And no need to hesitate if you want to trouble.

"I'm sorry Mom. So bother."

"Once you go. It's late."

Dance nodded, then rode the motorcycle towards the office.

Upon arriving at the office, he was asked to wait in the lobby. Dance looked around, only she was called. Though yesterday there was a cool lumanyan graduate. He didn't realize he was on a special path.

"Mom, Dance. Please come upstairs. Straight to the President's room."

Bulging dance. Why go to the President's room.

"Sorry, whose room is it?"

"President."

Dance suddenly like a confused person.

"Is there anything to ask again?"

"No!" Dance shook her head and headed for the elevator.

When it was in front of the President's room, Dance was horrified.

"What is my job actually? Is the president already vulnerable? So you need a secretary like me?" muttered Tari who was discouraged because often bullied the husband, in-laws and his brother-in-law appearance problems.

Tok tok tok tok

"Lake in!"

Dance knocked at the entrance, she looked around. I was hesitant when I came in. Until there was a sound from inside there that was familiar to the ears.

Hc .. tok ...

He made sure and knocked on the door again.

"COME!"

Dance backwards. A familiar voice. He opened the door hesitating.

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