The magnificent skyscraper in the heart of the city was already filling up with employees. Anggun strode confidently through the automatic glass doors, a satisfied smile still lingering on her lips.
As soon as she stepped off the elevator on the exclusive executive floor, Anggun immediately took up her position as Chief Secretary.
She set her workbag on the desk, straightened her shirt, and promptly began her daily routine with practiced efficiency.
Once she finished checking the office, Anggun returned to her desk and brewed a cup of black coffee without sugar—the boss's required drink every morning.
At exactly eight fifteen, the chime of the executive elevator rang out. A middle-aged man with a tall, commanding presence stepped out in a custom-tailored suit, his sharp, stern gaze sweeping ahead.
Herlambang, the President Director, had arrived.
Anggun immediately stood straight behind her desk, welcoming her boss with a flawless professional smile.
“Good morning, Mr. Herlambang,” Anggun greeted him warmly, dipping her head slightly. “Your hot black coffee is ready on your desk. The first item on this morning’s schedule is a project evaluation meeting at nine with the division heads.”
“Good morning, Anggun. Thank you,” Herlambang replied in his distinctive deep voice. “Please prepare this quarter’s financial report as well. I want to review it after the meeting.”
“Of course, sir. Everything’s already ready on your tablet,” Anggun replied promptly.
Herlambang gave a faint smile—pleased by Anggun’s never-disappointing efficiency—then walked into his office.
That afternoon, quitting time finally arrived. Anggun packed up and left the building, then headed straight to a coffee shop not far from her workplace.
And this was where she was: Kopi Rindu.
“Good afternoon, ma’am,” one of the employees greeted her as Anggun pushed open the shop’s glass door.
“Afternoon. How’s business today? Busy?” Anggun asked amiably.
“Same as usual, ma’am... Pretty busy.”
“Okay, good. I’m going upstairs first. Please bring up my usual snack and coffee.”
“Right away, ma’am!”
Anggun went upstairs and entered her office. That was her daily routine—from morning to afternoon, she worked hard as a professional secretary, then from afternoon until nearly midnight, she stayed busy running her own coffee shop.
Anggun had barely lowered herself into her office chair when the phone on her desk began vibrating loudly. Ivan’s name appeared on the slim screen.
“Yeah, Van?” Anggun answered as soon as she swiped the green button.
“Sis, your car’s ready to be picked up from the repair shop tonight,” Ivan said from the other end of the line.
“Good... Bring it to the shop, okay? I’m tired of taking the Busway all the time.”
“But you’ll have to pay me for gas, Sis!”
Anggun sighed. “You and your habits.”
“Oh, come on, Sis... Like you don’t know me. I need spending money for tomorrow night, Sis.”
“Focus on college. Don’t act like you need to go out partying and all that,” Anggun scolded, though her voice wasn’t truly angry.
“Yeah, yeah, tsk. Can’t I do it once in a while?”
“Fine. I’ll give you the money later. Just bring it over at ten, okay? I probably won’t stay until closing at the shop tonight. I’m tired.”
“Got it, Sis! Good luck with work!”
“Mm.”
Anggun ended the call.
Meanwhile, somewhere else, Dafa, who was sitting beside Ivan, immediately turned to him. Galih and Rama hadn’t arrived at their hangout yet, so the two of them were alone there.
“Auntie Anggun?” Dafa asked curiously.
“Obviously. Who else would I call Sis if not her?” Ivan replied casually as he set down his phone.
Dafa rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly feeling incredibly awkward. “I feel really bad about what happened to Auntie Anggun the other night...”
Of course, Dafa was referring to the incident where he crashed into Anggun and sent her falling into an open drain—because to this day, Dafa still hadn’t dared tell her about the much more horrifying incident involving him walking into the wrong bathroom.
Hearing Dafa’s regret, a mischievous smile slowly spread across Ivan’s lips.
“Then you should be the one to bring my sister’s car to her shop,” Ivan suggested, his eyes gleaming slyly. “Then give her a gift and apologize in person while you’re at it. She’ll definitely forgive you. Especially since Sis Anggun loves getting presents!”