My nickname is Ani. I am 25 years old and work in a private company in Surabaya in a fairly pleasant position both in terms of status and economy. I am a Javanese-Japanese mix, but physically, many people think I am of Chinese descent because my skin color is white and my eyes are not wide. My hair is short to the neck.
I am classified as a thin woman with a height of 176 cm and a weight of 59 kg. However, I feel that I have a good body shape, with long legs, and breasts that are not big but solid and firm. Since I was a teenager, my sexual life has been quite ‘free’ for an Indonesian. As long as I am suitable and he is suitable, I am easy going. Maybe this attitude is also why I have not found an ‘official’ partner until now, but…, who cares? I just enjoy it all.
That time was the end of June 99. Because it was the end of the month, as usual I was busy reading and evaluating the work reports of my subordinates, and writing reports for my boss. Because time was very short, I decided to work overtime until finished. The office building where I work is stingy, they turn off the lights and main electricity after six in the evening. Therefore, I rented a special room that the building provided for people who wanted to work overtime.
The room was very small, about 3×3 meters, no windows, so it felt like being locked in a matchbox, and the AC was not very cold. However, because of career demands, so be it, I immediately inputted data into a notebook to be emailed to the head office. Before I knew it, I had been working until eight at night.
Because the AC was not good, I felt hot and thirsty. I remembered, outside this small room, near the elevator, there was a drinking water dispenser, I immediately stood up and went out of the room to get a drink. When I opened the door, I saw a man getting water from the dispenser. Well, I was relieved that the dispenser was working. I immediately approached the dispenser, took a glass, and poured water into my glass. The man who was drinking earlier smiled at me, I smiled back, just to be friendly. The man was big, about 180 cm taller than me who was considered tall. He was not too thin or fat, although he was not shaped like a bodybuilder either. His body was neatly wrapped in a light green Kenzo shirt and around his neck was a tie with a busy pattern typical of Gianni Versace. His face was also ordinary, the look of a careerist in his mid-twenties.
“Are you working overtime too, Miss?”, he asked trying to lighten the quiet atmosphere.
“Yes, usual, Sir, end of the month. It’s Friday again.”
“Oh, you must be finishing a progress report, huh?
“Yes, luckily I just finished it.
“Wow, that’s good. Oh, by the way, what floor is your office on?”
“On the eleventh floor, at PT (my company). What about you, Sir?”
“I’m on the eighth floor, at PT (his company).”
“Oh, it’s natural that we’ve never met.
“Haha, yes, apparently there’s a use for working overtime. We can get to know each other.” The man seemed so polite and friendly, his eyes had been looking only at my eyes, not at my shirt whose top two buttons were open, so that the white skin of my chest was peeking out.
“Oh yeah, we haven’t met yet, my name is Ditto.” He said while extending his hand for a handshake.
“I’m Sari.” I answered while smiling as sweetly as I could.
“What’s Sari going home with?”.
“Oh, I’m driving my own car. What about you?”.
“I’m driving too.., Eh, Sari, do you mind if we have dinner together after this?”.
Wow, this guy is ‘direct’ too huh? I thought happily.
“That’s okay, isn’t there anyone waiting for Ditto at home?”.
“Ah, not yet.” He answered while blinking his left eye and smiling sweetly.
“OK, I’ll clean up first okay!”, I said while walking back to my cubicle.
I immediately packed my notebook and work papers in a hurry. There was something strange on my mind. I felt a passion that pushed me to have a more intimate relationship with Ditto. Even though he was an ordinary person, his skin was a bit dark, his hair was short, his face was ordinary even though his body size was quite large for the people here. But the way he talked, the way he smiled, the way he looked into my eyes, was really warm, but not naughty or rude. In fact, he didn’t try to steal glances in inappropriate directions like other men I had ever met. Hmm.. I wonder if he wants to make out with me or not?
While I was busy imagining it, there was a knock on the door.
“Come in!” I said, hoping that it was Ditto.
It turned out to be true, Ditto was standing at the door carrying a notebook bag in his right hand. His tie had been removed, and the buttons on his shirt were open on top, so that the fine hairs were visible there.
“How is it, are you finished?”, he asked.
“Yes, I have, but the overtime rental is until 1:00 p.m.