Downloads Mate
Chapter 9

Maybe for some people my life is comfortable, but not everything they see

in accordance with reality. Sometimes we just need to show the cover, there is no need to show the contents to others who do not have any contribution in our lives. At least we have tried to avoid things that are not good and only have a negative impact on ourselves personally. Like staying away from people whose work only talks about the personal lives of others like Lusi for example.

"Lo doesn't know he's Om-om's mistress? So you can have an apartment and a car to buy cash without debt."

My ears still functioned very well when I heard Luci's chatter from behind the door of the office toilet that became my headquarters this morning. Actually my stomach has been bad since last night, and apparently continues until now. I understand exactly who was the object of his gossip this morning, none other than myself.

"Lo don't just say, Lus. It could be slander if there was no proof" someone responded to Luci's slander on me, and I knew that it was the voice of Helda, the chief director's personal assistant, Mr. Samuel.

"Ih, you don't believe it. That's why he has a side job as a freelance designer, even though his work releases clothes to seduce men."

I can't take it anymore. Immediately I cleaned myself and pressed the flush button, not forgetting to dry

my hand with a tissue.***** this is a person, I want to get a sneak peek at his mouth. He didn't know I was willing to stay up late to get extra money to be able to buy what I needed and indeed I wanted.

"Who is Om-om's mistress? To me," I said as I opened the toilet door and made me see the panicked faces of Lusi and Helda.

Lusi stared dislikefully at me, a gaze that I had received too often from him. Actually I don't know

it must be the reason he doesn't like me, because we are from a different division and don't interact often. Is it possible that he has a crush on Deden, and he just hates me for feeling rivaled? But it could happen, though,

don't you?

“It's a little bit holy anyway, lo, Div. In this office, right, only you buy apartments and cash cars. Subjectly

others on the debt in the bank, the capital is not enough like lo,” cynical while crossing both hands in the chest.

I walked to the sink to wash my hands with soap, reluctant to respond to what I thought was unclear. Why am I responding to his absolutely weightless chatter? It's not like that, and I don't like straightening things out that have been tangled from the start.

“Excited, lo, Div. New also so architect concurrently, already belagu.”

Whoa! Now people are really looking for trouble, where the witness is just Helda here again if I want to make a fuss. I

knocking my upper and lower teeth in annoyance, and immediately drying my hands with a tissue before turning to face Luci. “Gini, yes. Do you have any proof that I'm an Om-om stash?” ask me full of confidence.

Lusi looked silent, his eyes glancing in all directions as if he was looking for excuses and justifications for his accusation. Basic snake keket, do not know yourself to be a person. Not a job, even spread the news is not true about me. This is one of the reasons I don't really like the work environment that many of the female staff have. Too much drama and unimportant talk.

“Ndon't have it, right? Next time if you say no need to be weird, if again I'm horrified you make slander garbage with the mouth of this garbage lo. Look, I'm cabein,” threatened me before passing out of the toilet, do not forget I accidentally hit his shoulder.

The wave-haired woman with the yellow bando in her head could not reply to a single sentence. Have a mouth that is used to talk about the achievements of others with the thought of him who is shortsighted and shallow. If you want to have something, yes, it must be a business and halal is also good of course. The goal is to bless and be blessed by God. Do not be a little thought people have this because of shortcuts such as so save om-om for example.

“Kusut bener muke lo,” reprimand Baby when I pass him who is making coffee in the pantry.

“After meeting my mother on the toilet,” I replied as I approached Baby leaning on the pantry counter.

“Ah. I know, Lusi is acting again? Why does he hate you so much, huh? Wonder me.”

I just shook my shoulder because I also did not know the main cause of Lusi's hatred, even though so far I have never made trouble in the office. It's too bad to deal with the same thing, and my mood is getting worse after seeing the incoming message on the phone that I just took out of my jeans pocket.

Aditya R's. Halindra

I'm still upset that last night he mocked my red lips, he said it was like being stung by a bee. Even though I use liptin so that my lips are more moist and healthy, it is even used as a joke. Moreover, my mood has still not improved since yesterday afternoon after a photo of myself returned I received from the foreign number. A stalker who didn't know what he meant and what he meant, and it made me worry about my own safety.

It seemed like the one who sent me the message was so impatient to wait for my reply, the man made my phone let out a long ring. Baby's attention was shifted to the call screen showing who's calling me right now. Of course Baby didn't stay silent, he teased me with vague whistles.

"Ihiy is connected ayang," his god that makes me turn the eyeballs carelessly.

"What the hell?"

"What?"

"Where greetings, Beautiful?"

"Assalamallaikum, Yes gravedigger."

"Wa'allaikumusallam's chat. Astaghfirullah. I still want to live."

"Why?" ask me jutek and make Baby more smoothly tease me.

"Well can you, can't you?"

"Cannot. I already have a promise with a new client to discuss the interior design of the villa at the top," I refuse the condition is right like that.

"Padahatan hope to see you before leaving for Surabaya tomorrow," there was a disappointed tone from Adit's voice across there.

"Depart to Surabaya? Any new cases?" aska I want to know.

"Yes. Not long, anyway. Maybe a week or so has come back."

"What time's it going?" manya curious.

"Morning plane, because it wants to directly title the same matter of the team."

"I was meeting with clients maybe as safe, not far from the apartment as well. We met at the cafe in the lobby of my apartment, yeah. You know the address, right?"

"Know. See you this evening, Yaya. Assalamallaikum."

"See you's. Wa'allaikumusallam."

In the end I followed Adit's request, because I didn't know when I would have the chance to see him again. I know enough that his work time is more flexible than mine, but his work is far less time-intensive. My heart is beating fast because this will be the first meeting after a year of just communicating via a cell phone connection.

"Eciyeh wants to ngedate the same prospective husband. What work, Div?" tanya Baby did not want to miss the news in the slightest, let alone the news directly from the source.

"Not yet a prospective husband, I am still trying hard to make a dowload of a soul mate who wants to accept me as I am. He's a lawyer at one of the city's law firms" I said, aligning the steps with Baby walking away from the pantry with a cup of hot coffee in his hand.

"Cool. Hopefully downloaded correctly without buffering, yes."

"Aamiin's."

Uh. Just now I guaranteed Baby's speech? This isn't wrong, is it?