Like my routine morning rhythm, i wake up with back pain...yeah...its torturing me everyday, then take a bath-make up-get dress-another little touch up of make up..he3.
7:20..my alarm beeps with song of give up the grudge by GOB..
its like the yelling of youth in the morning (like I'm a granny huh..).
Arrived at 7:28, i stand up on finger print box,
"Pagi Mbak Okta" said Mr. S (he's my boss)
"Selamat pagi Pak..."
I don't like have chit chat on there, so i make excuse to Mr. S then back to my cage (my laboratorium).
Another of my routine morning rhythm task...cleaning my desk, sterilization my 'sterile room', and prepare the log book.
Accidentally, my log book fall off.
Ok...bad sign! ha3
When i trying to collecting them all, i heard a teasing voice from behind
"Aduh..jatuh..." as Mr. S said
O ho....i know that teasing intonation of yours
Then he approach me, make a silly smile..(u know like 'a boy want to have sex with u' smile...A Ha...like that)
One thing i like from him, he's a 'handsome-gorgeous-still young but already become boss' married man (ha3.. i know..too much to become one).
But, therefore so much i don't like about him, he tackling me when i get closer to big boss (such a competitive but afraid of loosing the game). i still remember how he warned me about my 'game'. Hello Sir...i learned from u!
"Bagaimana kerjaan mbak okta?"
"Baik pak, lancar2 saja"
"Baguslah...bagaimana mas R (my junior)"
"Ya, sedang saya upgrade pak, jadi jika nanti saya tidak ada di lab, mas R dapat menangani sampel"
Like another human being when talk to their boss, i look straight at his eye with modesty,but...i don't know where his eye at...
One...
Ops...again
Two...
He...again
Three...
Ok...
Four...
Alright...enough Sir...i'm just too tired to count how many times ur eye staring at my boob.
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