come to work

"That's right, sir. This agreement letter, is like a personal letter, you know." Bella was surprised, saw a paper agreement.

Bella thinks there is no agreement letter about her personal problems, isn't that privacy. So what does this have to do with personal matters and work?

"Don't agree with the agreement. Well that's that then. better get out of here," said Daffa.

"Ok I will, sir." Inevitably Bella had to accept it, for the sake of her father's treatment. If you don't accept it, what are you going to do? He has to find a job, many companies have rejected his application.

"Ok, tomorrow has started work. Remember not to be late," Daffa ordered.

"Okay sir. I'm sorry." Not yet, Bella stepped into the door of her room. Called again.

"Wait." Daphne stopped her footsteps.

"What's the matter, sir?" Bella asked, turning her body.

"Nothing," replied Daphne.

What? There was nothing, even though he had called him. If there's nothing, then you don't have to call him. Just shame.

"Well that's that then. I'll excuse myself first," Bella said, then stepped back again. Open the door knob to the exit.

"I will make you uncomfortable working here Bell." Smiling sarcastically, he looked at the room.

Daffa saw that the door to her room was closed again, not knowing why her feelings were still hurting. It was like taking revenge on his former lover himself.

"You don't know Bel, how it feels to be broken up by you. I was desperately cooped up in my room, just thinking about you." Staring sharply at the door of his room, with his hand holding his pen.

"That's crazy," Daffa muttered with a cynical smile.

Tomorrow …

In the morning Daffa had entered her office, all her employees greeted her. Except that Bella just kept quiet, she was more focused on her work. Instead of being concerned with unimportant things, according to him they are unimportant things to him. Right in front of Bella's desk, her boss was standing there asking her to meet him in his room.

"Bella to my room." After that, Daffa went to her room.

"What is it Mr. Daffa calls you Bell?" Mbak Yuni asked Bella, who was typing on her laptop. His eyes were on Bella.

"I don't know either, Ma'am," Bella replied.

"That's weird, you just got to work. Just called." Mbak Yuni was surprised by her boss, why did she call Bella.

Mbak Yuni is very surprised by Bella, why she is always called by her boss. Even though Bella had just worked at this company. Meanwhile, other employees have never been called by their own boss.

"Who knows. I'll go to her room first, Ma'am," Bella said, immediately entering her boss's room. Mbak Yuni answered by nodding. He walked towards his hand, until in front of the door of his room Bella knocked on the door.

"Enter." Daffa gave her assistant to enter her room, her feet stepped into it.

"Excuse me. What's the matter, you called me," Bella asked him, she saw her boss was busy with his work.

"Make me some milk," Daffa ordered to her personal assistant, to whom she had been summoned. Only told to make the milk, like there is no more important work just to take care of this boss.

"Why should it be me! No, there's already an Office Boy, sir." Bella was surprised that there was already an Office Boy, then why did she even tell herself to do everything. It seemed like he wanted revenge on her.

"I just want you to make it," said Daffa with her eyes on him.

"Okay, I'll make it first." Instead of having to find new problems with his boss, it's better to just give in.

Bella also stepped towards the outer door of her room, walked towards the Pantry Office Boy. Seeing Bella making her milk, she asked who the milk was for. Why, he's not the only one who will make milk for his boss.

"Ma'am, who's the milk for?" asked the Office Boy, who had just come to meet Bella in the kitchen.

"For Mr. Daffa," Bella replied with a smile, as she poured hot water into her glass.

"Loh, why did you make milk for Mr. Daffa. I usually do it." Pak Pardi wonders why his boss asked Bella to make the milk. Why doesn't he just make it, usually he is the one who always makes milk for that usually? Before there was his personal assistant

"I don't know sir, he ordered me." After pouring the hot water into the glass, Bella stirred it.

"It's amazing, the same boss. I think Pak Daffa likes you, Ma'am," guessed Pak Pardi to make sure that his boss likes him.

"Impossible, sir. I'm just a poor person, where would he like me? If you are looking for a future wife, you have to be picky too, sir." His boss couldn't possibly like him. Yes, the boss likes him who is no longer as rich as he used to be.

"I know it, from Pak Daffa's eyes. If you are close to women, you are always flat. You can't be gentle with all women," said Pak Pardi.

"Me too, sir. Sorry, I'd like to deliver a drink first. I'm afraid that later, Pak Daffa will be angry again. Excuse me, Sir." Pak Pardi nodded and smiled at him, Bella brought the milk she made for her boss. Right in the room, his feet stepped into the boss's room.

"Excuse me sir, here is the milk." Bella put the milk she had made on her boss's desk.

"It's taking too long to make milk," Daffa quipped, looking down at him, sipping the milk she said earlier. Bella looked at Daffa who was drinking, making her smile with him.

"Why are you looking at me like that," said Daffa, she disliked the most. If anyone sees it that way.

"It's okay sir," Bella replied with a smile.

"It's gone, what else are you in my room," Daffa said to him, then Bella walked away from her boss.

When Bella was about to leave her room, suddenly her boss called her name. Wasn't he the one who told himself to get out of this room, then why else did he call him.

"Wait." Before his feet stepped out of his room, Daffa called out to him. He was annoyed with her when he had kicked her out, and now he was calling out to her instead. With a sigh to not be angry at his boss.

"What's the matter, sir." Bella turned her body towards the back.

"Bring all these documents," Daffa ordered, placing them on her desk.

"For what, sir." Bella raised her eyebrows, staring at all the huge piles of documents.

"Still asking for what! You idiot, to do it." Daphne glared at him.

"This much, sir," Bella asked to make sure it wasn't true.

"Don't ask too many questions, just take all this." Daffa doesn't like it when her employees argue against her.