Even though Tiara and I were in the office and met each other, we still looked at the status of subordinates and superiors. I do work professionally, as well as with Tiara. So, we don't have time to talk to each other and just do the job right. After all, I was under her and not a special person to her. Even though we shared stories and talked with each other last night, that doesn't mean I am a meaningful person to her. In essence, we are professionals in work matters in the office.
"Mba, please have one tempeh of rice, OK!" I sat in a restaurant, to be precise, a warteg.
An old woman gave me a glass filled with water. "Eh, there is Mas Daylon." The old woman looked at the clock on the wall, then looked back at me, "Mas Daylon, it's still 2 pm. You must be skipping work again, huh?"
"No, I'm just lazy to hear babbling from customers. My ears are almost deaf because of them."
