Gareth oedd yn eistedd wrth ei ddesg yn edrych mor beryclaf i ffrwydro.

Gareth was sitting at his desk looking as if he might explode at any moment.

Yn yr swyddfa fawr, agored, roedd siom yn llenwi'r awyr.

In the large, open office, disappointment filled the air.

Roedd y tabl glas a chrocodorange's system, yn taflu goleuni prydferth dros bob cornel, ond Gareth dim ond y ffeil a gollwyd oedd yn ei feddwl.

The blue table and crocodorange's system cast beautiful light over every corner, but all Gareth could think about was the lost file.

Roedd y gyflwyniad fawr i’r cleient yn y prynhawn.

The big presentation for the client was that afternoon.

Heb y ffeil, ni fyddai’n dangos ei angenisiaid.

Without the file, he wouldn't be able to show what was needed.

Cyn bo hir, galwodd Bronwen ef i un ochr.

Before long, Bronwen called him aside.

"Beth sydd yn bod, Gareth?

"What's wrong, Gareth?"

" mwmiodd hi, fel dechreuodd synnau'r mellt a’r glaw y tu allan yn cysgu wrth y ffenestri.

she murmured, as the sounds of thunder and rain started lulling against the windows outside.

"Mae e wedi mynd," meddai Gareth, eu hwyneb yn tynhau o bryder.

"It's gone," Gareth said, his face tightening with worry.

"Wedi’i golli – y ffeil!

"Lost—the file!"

" "Dywedi ddim?

"You're kidding?

Pa ffeil?

Which file?"

" holai Bronwen, gan syllu ar y calendr hydrefoliadau ar y wal.

asked Bronwen, staring at the autumn-themed calendar on the wall.

"Ffeil y cleient," atebodd Gareth yn diffoddol.

"The client file," replied Gareth forlornly.

"Rhaid i mi ei gael yn ôl cyn y cyflwyniad.

"I have to get it back before the presentation."

"Heb os nac oni bai, dechreuoedd Bronwen chwilio.

Without a doubt, Bronwen began searching.

Penderfynodd Gareth gofio’i camau.

Gareth decided to retrace his steps.

Lle roedd wedi gadael y ffeil ddiwethaf?

Where had he left the file last?

Yn y swyddfa, roedd y cafn dillad a drawsnewidiwyd yn ryfedd yn hafan frenesi lle disgynnai papurau i’r llawr.

In the office, the clothing crate was strangely transformed into a frantic haven where papers cascaded to the floor.

Edrychodd Gareth drwy'r holl ffeiliau, ystafelloedd cyfarfod llawn cofnodion oedd fel darllen cylchlythyr colofn laith.

Gareth looked through all the files, meeting rooms full of minutes that felt like reading a damp column newsletter.

"O druan," meddai Bronwen yn sydyn.

"Oh dear," Bronwen suddenly said.

"Ai- o ni rhaid siarad ag Aneira?

"Must we talk to Aneira?"

"Roedd Gareth yn betrusgar.

Gareth hesitated.

Roedd Aneira yn rheolwraig glyfar a beiddiaf, ond oddim ond cymaint o lawer yn deimlad.

Aneira was a smart and daring manager, but only so much could be felt from such a distance.

Ond, o fewn eiliad, wnaeth Gareth penderfynu byddai'r amser yn rheoli anarferol.

Yet, within moments, Gareth decided it was time to act unusually.

Pan gyferbynodd Aneira nesaf, roedd Gareth eisoes wedi hen fynd drwy bob manylyn ei gof.

When he next confronted Aneira, Gareth had already thoroughly gone through every detail of his memory.

Yn sydyn, gweldodd papur yn datod o dan ei desg.

Suddenly, he saw a paper peeking out from under his desk.

Dyna'r cliw.

That was the clue.

Clad rhyw ffigwr gwag yn edrych i fyny, galwodd Gareth: "Aneira!

Filled with empty figures looking up, Gareth called: "Aneira!"

"Gorffennodd Gareth y cyflwyniad.

Gareth finished the presentation.

Cafodd y peth ond ychydig funudau yn ddiweddarach.

It took only a few minutes longer than expected.

Yn yr ystafell gyfarfod, roedd ymweliadau’r gwroniaid ar ffurf mewnlifoedd arddangos uchelfrync ac yn llifio.

In the meeting room, accolades from the heroic appearances on high display flowed abundantly.

Pan godwyd troed i gefnogi ei araith, cafodd Gareth glod gan ei gleientiaid.

When a foot rose to support his speech, Gareth received praise from his clients.

Dychwelodd Gareth i’w ddesg, iarll y bobloedd heddiw.

Gareth returned to his desk, the hero of the people today.

Roedd y ffeil a oedd wedi bod yn aros iddo, ond dysgodd gan ei edmyg byd fory.

The file had been waiting for him, but he had learned from his admiration that tomorrow is a new day.

Roedd yn deall nawr, nid unigoldeb yw popeth, ond gwerth cymorth gyda gilydd.

He understood now, it's not all about individuality but the value of mutual support.

Roedd Gareth yn sai wrth Bronewen yn diolch iddi.

Gareth stood by Bronwen, thanking her.

“Diolch, Bronwen.

"Thank you, Bronwen.

Hebddost ti, …" ond symudiad papur oedd ymateb cymesuredd, ac ymlaciodd Gareth.

Without you, ..." but the movement of paper was the symmetry response, and Gareth relaxed.

Roedd yn gwybod, roedd heddiw yn y bonc.

He knew today was in the bag.

O fewn y swyddfa, glanheir y cerbydion dirwya sawn y bore ac erbyn ei ddifié concriw oedd Gareth, y dydd yw dydd newydd – peidiwch ag anghofio am garedigrwydd eraill.

Within the office, the vehicles cleaned away the morning's burdens and Gareth, the day is a new day—don't forget the kindness of others.

Roedd popeth grŵfi.

Everything was groovy.