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Chapter 13

A bright morning for a lonely soul. Heiak... Yaya today is lazy to drive in the middle of the crowded streets of the capital. So since the dawn service, I was ready to go to the office by bus. It's good to be able to sleep on the road, even if it's not a delay from the route that should be. Because sleeping on public transport seems to have become my bad habit which is very unfortunate by my family and those closest to me.

Once upon a time in my hometown, I came home from work late in the afternoon and felt so tired. Because it just so happened that fate forced me not to be able to drive two-wheeled vehicles, aka motorcycles and the like. Papa can't pick me up, my sister can't either, and our family doesn't have a driver. Finally I used the city transportation service to go and go home from work. But because of the drowsiness that could not be dammed, I finally fell asleep in angkot.

Actually this is not the first incident, but this time it is quite severe because the angkot I was riding in has passed far from the area where I live. And since I am Indonesian, there is always the word 'lucky' behind misfortune. Fortunately I woke up when the angkot passed the area my other relatives live. So I decided to go down there, and asked one of my relatives to deliver until I got home.

"Let's listen to an Indian song for this morning" I said very slowly as I put earphones in my ears.

I accidentally used an earphone with a cable directly connected to the phone. The goal is that no one will deliberately invite me to chat or get acquainted throughout the trip. I felt uncomfortable with such a situation, and it felt too foreign.

For the umpteenth time my phone clang this morning, displaying a pop-up message I was completely reluctant to open. With my thumb that is not small I slide the message, so it disappears from the circulation of the eye. Because today I need high concentration, I do not want to be bothered with feelings that will only be detrimental. Especially if that feeling can hamper my career.

"The presentation material has been prepared Deden and Baby. I learned it yesterday, but rather than later it's fucked up. Learn more, then," I said as I pulled the tablet out of the backpack I had been putting on my lap.

Lay people think that we architects only draw, and do not take into account the mechanisms in the field. Maybe if our job is just to design it, according to the client's request, it could be like that. But in reality we are also required to understand and understand the mechanism of civil engineering in the field. I had a lot to learn, and my mentor for civil engineering was Deden.

Yep! I used him as a free tutor, because our majors were different. Good luck can be achieved, poor can not be denied. Because Deden is less able to be professional, though only sometimes if we deal with young and handsome clients. He always feels rivaled, while I think bodo very. Because it's not certain that my client has a crush on me who wears it too casual and cute.

Just a few minutes after I reread the presentation material, the bus I was riding on had stopped in front of the hatle not far from the office building I was working in. I immediately tidied up my luggage and prepared to go down. When I heard the occult sound right behind my ear.

"Yes..."

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"For this project, our company is also working with certified Plumber. So we can be sure the design we made for The Cloud Garden Hotel building is safe for clean water installation, dirty water, and disposal. We will also prepare the documents needed for IPAL management. As the two parties previously agreed, and this is the water installation plan we have prepared to apply to The Cloud Garden Hotel building."

I handed over some printed design sheets before entering the meeting room. My tongue feels like it has to talk at length like before. But for the sake of work and my intention to raise funds umrah. Whatever I'm willing to do while it's halal and good. Looks like I want to take the Plumber certification whose job is often considered one-eyed. What is Plumber? Our ears are still unfamiliar with the term, but may already know the term plumber.

Yep! Plumber is another name of a plumber, or rather a plumber. They are not only needed in building work, for the installation of piping. But they are also much needed for large jobs such as oil, gas, and piping drilling in shipping. At least that's enough I know. It seems like after this I have to discuss with Mama, Papa, and Adit for Plumber certification.

Waita! What did I say? Adit's?

O.M.G Hello...

Since when did the name become a determinant or part of my consideration in making decisions? Since when, Yaya Divyanka? Since when?

I shook my head quickly, thus making some people in the same room as me stare confusedly. Even Mr. Haikal, Project Director of the company raised both eyebrows as a form of question on my actions earlier. While I who act unusual can only give my grin. A sinless whimper that managed to make my client smile and ended up making me misbehave.

"Divy's mom was always funny and adorable, yeah," she said, choking myself.

"That's laper, Div. Lo was on the wrong server," Baby scolded as he gave me a deadly look.

"Eh, wrong, huh?" I asked with a shameless face.

"I'm happy to be eaten by Miss Divy" said my client, who is like the Japanese mafia, handsome.

"Divy, you keep joking," said Mr. Haikal, trying to neutralize the atmosphere, or rather save me from this absurd situation.

"Sorry, Sir. We go back to the design I just submitted, yes, Mr. Marko," I said after apologizing to Mr. Haikal and refocusing myself on my handsome client, Mr. Marko Setiawan.

"We have fully entrusted this project to be done by Dharma Jaya. My papi has also been very confident with the Dharma Jaya kinerha since long ago, so there is no harm for me as his son to continue the cooperation that has been established before," said Mr. Marko in a deep voice that managed to make me and Baby staring amazed.

"There's a bin, man. Don't worry," said Deden, glancing sharply at me and Baby.

"What, anyway, Lo? We just admire, it doesn't mean we want to have," upset Baby whose fan girling activity is disrupted, and I just nodded in agreement with Baby's statement.

"Will the interior design use the services of Dharma Jaya as well, Mr Marko?" ask Mr. Haikal before closing the meeting this time.

The narrow-eyed man with fine hair along the jawline was silent, seemingly thinking. Until then he moved, positioning his body slightly leaning forward. Linking his fingers on the table, looking straight at Mr. Haikal who was trying to get a new project for the company I worked for.

"Dharma Jaya has a verified interior designer?" it was her asking that made me, Baby, and Deden look at each other.

Because none of us are verified, but our design results have never disappointed. Ah, nevermind. Maybe this time there is no sustenance for Dharma Jaya to do interior design for the hotel with the concept of this villa garden.

"Unfortunately we do not currently have a verified or certified interior designer. But so far the interior design made by Divy and Baby has always satisfied the satisfaction of the client," replied Mr. Haikal who occasionally glanced at me and Baby.

"Divi. Baby. Well, maybe I can ask you two to design my workspace and private room at the hotel. If we meet expectations, it does not rule out the possibility that we can work together for the next opportunity."

"Well, thank you for the opportunity, Mr. Marko. Divy, Baby, you must not disappoint Mr. Marko to design the interior of this 2 room," Mr. Haikal seemed happy and excited to say every word.

Maybe in the future I will take more interior design work than architecture. Because Mr. Haikal has repeatedly beaten me and Baby to do all this. They should add experts to this field. Although we are capable, but not always we can back up all the work.

"Bu Divy, for your information, I am single and without children," immediately my cheek was hot to hear Mr. Marko say that.

Looks like this handsome guy ate something wrong at breakfast.