THE LOVE OF THE FUTURE WIDOWER
Two glasses of mineral water

Anjani who is not aware of the eyes of Mr. Baskoro, casually he enjoyed the rice satuk Mak Siti while unwinded after half a day he went through with diligent work.

"Jani, husshh eat kok while daydreaming mostly watch Indian movies yaa! must be the fruit of this installment work well?" The sound of a friend's crybaby. They sat in rows and enjoyed each other's food orders.

Hermansyah also casually enjoyed the lunch menu with Mr. Baskoro, while occasionally Mr. Baskoro stole the view of Anjani who was seriously eating and joking with his friends afterwards.

Lunch was over, one by one the factory employees left the canteen bench and headed to their respective workplaces.

Crane..krink....

"Hallo darling..."

"Honey.... This week I still can't go home yes, maybe I'll stop in Singapore for a few weeks there, I need some money baby....!"

The spoiled voice behind Hermansyah's cell phone was clear that it was Nadira Aswari.

"Dira, your heart is there take care of your health, remember that!" Herman continued his conversation through a mobile phone with a happy face that he made so that Mr. Baskoro did not suspect who his interlocutor was with.

Nadira's call was finally over, after Hermansyah made the transfer of money he wanted to his account.

After sitting back at his desk busy office activities a little help Hermansyah to forget her longing for Nadira, which has almost two weeks left him and Kayla the baby who is still not even two years old.

"Herman...it looks like papa this weekend has to go to Surabaya to review the Anexaplast branch for a few days, and it looks like you have to find a companion Mama to keep Kayla who has started to be active." Mr. Baskoro looked seriously at Herman.

"Pa... Shouldn't I go to Surabaya! Given the conditions here have been very stable," Herman as a shareholder of more than fifty percent, and it has become a routine schedule Herman visited one by one subsidiary of his business.

"Let's talk to Mama later, which is better." Said Mr. Baskoro while sipping a drink in his glass to completion.

Herman glanced at the water in the glass the pack baskoro had run out, he pressed the microphone button to ask for mineral water on the office boy.

"Know... If I go up I drop this well! You see I have to go to Mr. Johan's place between orders too," a friend of his thrusting two glasses of mineral water on a tray to Anjani.

"Ready brother, hunted into the finishing room gih! be careful, yeah! Later sir Johan can fangs out if it's too late tuh, he. he...he..." Gurau Anjani who basically likes to joke.

Anjani breezed her feet towards the elevator and pressed the button to get to the director's room.

With a tray of two glasses of mineral water ordered by Herman.

"Excuse me...!" Anjani knocks on the glass door and finds Simon busy with his activities struggling with his computer.

Simon raised his head, staring at Anjani. "Oh hii my girl! Diha.... Do you know that you're thirsty, here."

"Bright... Sorry Mr. Simon, this is for the director, he ordered two glasses of mineral water one for Mr. Herman and another for Mr. Baskoro, so I'm not including in the booking, excuse me." Anjani's reply made Simon gawk for a moment.

He never expected that the quiet but sometimes jutek cleaning service girl turned out to have a good sense of humor as well.

"Yes please!" Inevitably Simon allowed Anjani to enter the director's room.

Anjani knocks on the door slowly, and gets a speech from within to enter.

Anjani turns the door handle, then enters and greets them politely, "good afternoon sir, I'm dropping off your mineral water order,"

"Good thanks," Herman looked at Anjani with a frown.

"Who are you again? Not mang isan part of the pantry, tomorrow you leave alone. Let your knees heal first." Herman spoke while writing something and gave it to Anjani.

"No but, no debate, do it! Don't go to work before your feet heal!" Herman emphasized his words to Anjani who was still bowing her head.

"Good sir thank you, excuse me." Anjani Berlalu da beguile himself.

P⁰ak Baskoro stared silently at Anjani, "awhile! What's yourname?"

Anjani reflex looked at Mr. Baskoro, "sorry sir, I am Anjani Layang Abigail, a new employee in the cleaning service." Anjani replied straightforwardly while bowing her body.

Herman looked at Mr. Baskoro and they looked at each other for a moment, "How old are you Anjani? Mr. Baskoro's question continues.

"I'm twenty-two years old, sir, sorry did I make a mistake?" Anjani replied, venturing to ask Mr. Baskoro.

"Then why your knees and eyebrows? if the pain is not feeling well, you should rest first do not force the body less fit to keep working!"

Anjani pias's face was instantaneous, she stared at Herman hoping for an answer of help.

"Anu sir...."

"The injury to his forehead and knees, there was a little incident in the parking lot Pa, I hit." Herman answered Mr. Baskoro's question while scratching his non-itchy nape.

"alright... Come back you can go Anjani, rest just rest." Pak Baskoro's answer made Anjani a little relieved.

Anjani politely said his greetings and left the room, stay Hermansyah with Baskoro sir who is still struggling with his own thoughts.

Be quiet...! Just the ticking of the wall clock alone the sound dominated the room.

"Why did Herman crash? You should've given him time to rest." Sela Pak Baskoro while again reaching for mineral water in his glass.

Herman responded to Mr. Baskoro's words with a smile, no wonder, because it is common knowledge that Mr. Baskoro is always attentive to every employee.

While Anjani came out of the room with a feeling of relief, let out a long sigh and patted her chest while breathing out as if she had just met a ghost during the day.

Simon looked at Anjani with a frown, guessing what happened to him.

"Anjani..are you sick? You can rest or I can take you home, I'm not busy, sit down first I clean my desk! I'll take you home." Simon bargained when he saw Anjani's face that was a little parsimonious, with his legs slightly limping.

"Sorry sir! I just ride the motorcycle. I'm okay, Simon sir." Anjani subtly rejects Simon's offer of wanting to do good to him.

"I'll excuse you sir!" Anjani passes carrying an empty tray towards the pantry on the ground floor.

'ah..the girl, beautiful, gentle love knows no caste, I should be able to get her heart, anyway spirit while trying' Simon's inner while staring at his cell phone which has a wassup notif.

'good work, look clear already nyosor aja loe'

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To be continued 😉

Happy fasting in the month of Ramadan 1444 H. May our fasting worship get rid of Allah SWT by reaching our piety to Allah SWT.

Greetings, greetings dear always by RR 😘