Afternoon had arrived, then Rumi immediately went home using his official car. He uses the facilities of the company where he works. He did not use the family property of Khadijah, his wife. He's the type of person who refuses to hang.
TOK! TOK! TOK! There was a knock on the door from outside Rumi's office. He heard three knocks on the door. Then he was jolted in a dream. "Come in!" Rumi orders, firmly. He had packed up some of his equipment to go home to his little family.
CKLEK! The door to the study opened to the sound of footsteps crackling. She is Intan, his secretary. She stood in front of Rumi with a file in a red folder. Then she started to lift her lips slightly to speak. "Excuse me, sir. This is the file that you have to study for the meeting tomorrow morning."
"Ok, thank you," said Rumi as he took the file in the folder he was going to study, then he put it in his bag. He will study at home.
"Is there anything I can help again?" Asked Intan again.
