SCHNUCKY
MARRY ME

That day, Arya completely lost her work spirit at the office. The man often lost concentration during meetings between directors. Arya looked dreamy and Laila always resuscitated her with a small fist on her arm.

Some division leaders are somewhat disappointed to see all their presentations as if they were not cared for by the director. Until the meeting was over and the company official left the room with a disheveled and irritated face, Arya was still drowning in her daydream.

"Sir, Sir!" exclaiming Laila reprimanding.

Arya wakes up from her daydream. He saw the private secretary.

"Hm?" his murmur responded to the reprimand of his personal secretary.

"Ti sir maylongola poly? Anggu ja seha-sehati uti mo karaja to kandori. Oluwo poly wool problem?" reprimand Laila, "That the directors look disappointed earlier. Mr donggo mo hayali wolo?" ask the woman.

Arya shook her head slowly and scowled the middle between her nose and eyebrows.

"Wonu ja sehati Pak, Po tuluhulo. Stretcher hem gadang poly utiye?" guess Laila with furrowed brows.

"Come on, La." said Arya with a sad face. "Please convey my apology to the division leaders. Let their presentations be copied to the fleshdisk and brought to my desk."

The man got up and walked away from Laila. In front of the door, Arya paused for a moment and looked back at Laila.

"Call Kamala to my room now." pinta Arya then flipped the steps leaving the meeting room.

...*****...

Kamala had just completed a counseling session with several employees, as her phone rang. The woman lifted him up and pressed the call answering button.

📲 "Yes, Miss Laila? What's up?" ask Kamala while tidying up the sheets of analysis paper.

📲 "You are invited by the President again." said Laila.

📲 "OK, I'm there now." replied Kamala.

The cellular conversation ended and Kamala tidied up her clothes and stepped out of the room. Several HRD employees passed by him, greeted him and Kamala returned their greetings with a humble.

The girl arrived in front of the main boardroom. There's a special cubicle for Laila as a private secretary. The woman bends her head from behind the cubicle and tells Kamala to enter with a head gesture.

Kamala took a deep breath and reached out to knock on the door.

TOK TOK TOK

"Come in.." exclaimed Arya from inside the room.

Kamala opened the door and again found Arya busy looking at paintings from Muzdalifah. Kamala's appearance slightly shifted Arya's concentration from the painting and the man returned to his painting.

"Until now, I still think of this woman" said Arya, as if giving Kamala no chance to ask the reason why she was called to face.

Arya looked at Kamala. "Added.your face, which is a little like her, makes me no longer able to escape from her shadow."

"I'm sorry if the contours of my face carry a curse on your own." response flatly. "I also do not like to change the face that God has given me, just to calm people who are afraid of their past." said the woman made Arya then smile.

"The taste is. From now on I have to get used to it." said the man.

"You have to let go and let go of the past" said Kamala. "Can I sit down?"

Arya laughed and stepped onto the sofa and invited Kamala to sit down while she herself stepped into a small closet. There were several bottles of drink there, along with bottles of mineral water and rows of glasses.

"What do you want to drink?" ask Arya again.

"Bapak Tumben offered me a drink." Kamala smiled and nodded. "I'm asking for clear drinking water" he asked.

"Please.." said Arya.

"Thank you." replied Kamala but did not touch the bottle. He just looked at Arya who was also silent not in her sitting attitude.

"Is your call this time related to your next discussion session?" kamala Fishing.

Arya shook her head and smiled then looked down for a moment and then looked back at Kamala.

"I have a weird problem." said Arya.

"What problem?" ask Kamala.

"Both of my parents have urged me to get married" Arya said.

"Good then." commented Kamala.

"Lho's? How nice?" Aryan Protest.

"Of course." said Kamala. "Your age is too late to build a household. If you have an offer to get married, you will be welcome."

"But the problem is, I will be betrothed by one of the children of their colleagues" said Arya with an annoyed face.

"Pure marriage on the basis of love is very rare, sir." Kamala said. "Most marriages we have are political marriages, whether it's for a power or our own careers."

"If it were you, would you take it?" Aryan fishing line.

"I don't want to be a hypocrite. I'm not a hypocrite. If the marriage has good prospects for my career development, of course I will not reject it." Kamala replied with a smile.

"You're being honest." said Arya.

"Yes, and you will not find an honest person like me." said Kamala again smiling. "It's better to face an honest enemy than a friend who licks and stabs you in the back."

Arya nodded then sighed. "Do you have a boyfriend, Kamala? Or are you married?" Aryan fishing line.

"Why are you asking me that?" ask Kamala with a smile.

"Because you haven't introduced your status since our first meeting" Arya replied.

"You're the only one who thinks the meeting is the first meeting. I have worked at this company, two years you know sir." said Kamala then laughed softly.

"Oh yeah?" Arya.

"You're doing less direct inspection" Kamala said. "You should know who your division leaders, employees and workers are in your company. Let there be no intruders, sir." said Kamala.

"That's HRD's responsibility." said Arya with a smile.

"Here it is, I don't want to talk about it." said Kamala. "If you're done discussing, can I go back to my room?"

"Wait a minute. You haven't mentioned your status." demanded Arya.

Kamala let out a long sigh then gently exuded her, calming her emotions.

"I am not married" said Kamala slowly then grabbed a glass and gulped the contents slowly to relieve the pounding of his heart.

"Then marry me." pinta Arya by directly making Kamala immediately choke and cough.[]