1000 HOURS WITH YOU
Sudden Melancholy

“HOEK!!” Aslan spewed out all of his entrails in the bathroom sink of his office. Then, he rubbed his lips and washed his face with running water from the sink faucet. His face looked pale and both eyes were reddened, as he had gone five times back and forth the bathroom as his stomach continued to churn.

Aslan stood up while resting both of his hands on the edge of the sink. His head looked up, the nausea and vomiting he had just experienced left a pain in his throat and made his head throb pain.

“I'm why? Why since yesterday always nausea and dizziness?” aslan muttered while upholding his body, luring his neck that felt heavy and achy.

“It looks like I have to see a doctor, maybe I am dehydrated because I always vomit every time there is water and food that goes into my mouth,” continued Aslan still muttered, then walked back to his desk in limped steps, and both his hands crept into the wall to keep his body from falling.

Aslan threw his buttocks into the seat of his power violently. He loosened the tie around his neck lazily, then unbuttoned some of his shirt and rolled his shirt arm up to the elbow.

The chest of the field that was grown with coarse feathers was clearly visible after a few buttons of the shirt were opened, making Aslan look very sexy and more handsome with such a messy appearance.

Gts ... Tok

Not long ago there was a knock on the door from outside the room. Aslan let in the person behind the door of his room.

“Boss,” greet Dimas while carrying a stack of files in his hand.

Nausea, that was how Aslan felt when Dimas was getting closer to him.

“STOP!!” aslan exclaimed as he raised one of his hands, giving Dimas the code to stop and not continue to move towards him.

“What's up?” ask Dimas wonder.

Dimas frowned while scratching one of the ends of his eyebrows, marked that he was confused and astonished by his boss who suddenly behaved strangely, even so, Dimas followed his boss's orders, put the file he brought on the couch.

“Emh, are you sick?” tanya Dimas uses formal language when in a work environment.

“Maybe, but there's a quick exit from this, the smell of your perfume makes my nose want to get out of place!” throw Aslan away while shaking his right hand and pointing at the door of his room.

Sounds pretty good, but really ... Aslan was unable to smell Dimas' very pungent parfume on his nose.

Dimas was still standing in place, not budging at all, but the man instead sniffed his own armpits a few times.

“Composed, I do not change perfume,” said Dimas still very surprised.

“I said get out of here, shit!” snapped Aslan because he was very annoyed at his assistant.

“Customize dong! Why are you so weird today!” Dimas was no less irritated because he was not accepted at being snapped by his boss for no apparent reason, then he rushed out of the room with wide steps.

“What Dimas said. Why am I?” aslan's murmured suddenly became melancholy.

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