Bare With Bastard
Dad, I'm serious!
Ayaz got home at night and showed at eleven o'clock. Yaren was asleep in her bed.
Tired as if lost when Ayaz saw that face. Ayaz smiled faintly, the man did not expect that he had fallen in love with Yaren, that fast! How could?
Ayaz picked up the towel on the hanger and then rushed to the bathroom to clean his body.
After bathing Ayaz remembered, he had to call Rymi, asking for the performance of his colleague.
“You, where?”
^^^“At home!”^^^
“You've already given him that document?”
^^^“I've thrown exactly.”^^^
“What?”
^^^“Well, the target told me to dispose of the document, you know even I was almost crazy to make it.”^^^
“Why?”
^^^“Perfectionist, I am this innocent and innocent who can cooperate with him.”^^^
“What happened?”
^^^“You think?”^^^
“He doesn't like you?”
^^^“Less precise, more precisely I have much to learn from you!”^^^
^^^“He sucks!”^^^
“You are not a person who gives up easily, after all you are confident that you can definitely make him submit!”
^^^“Well, it's only been a day, it's nothing!”^^^
“Hopefully your day is fun!”
^^^“Hopefully.”^^^
Ayaz hung up her phone call. Looking towards the rice cooker, did Yaren cook the rice today?
There was a little rice, then Ayaz opened the meat he had bought earlier and cooked it quickly. He will fill his stomach first for his sleep.
Yaren woke up, sniffing the smell of cooking that aroused her taste, indicating Ayaz must have returned.
“Ayaz is back, I have to how?” mumbling slowly.
Actually he was also very hungry, he only ate instant noodles during the day and it was very boring for him.
“Kruukkk kruukk.” As if reluctant to cooperate with him, Yaren's stomach instead asked to be pampered.
Yaren got up, she would thicken her face to meet Ayaz in the kitchen, of course next Ayaz already know what she wants.
“You're home?” greet Yaren to the man who was stirring his cooking.
“You woke up, sorry I interrupted your sleep.” said Ayaz softly.
“Ayaz..”
“Sit down, soon ready!”
Right, Ayaz already knows what purpose Yaren met him here.
“How is your life without me?” ayaz asked, his hands are still busy finishing his cooking.
“This house is completely quiet at night!” sahut Yaren's.
“Is that?” asked Ayaz to make sure, even he plans to leave Yaren again tomorrow.
“Well, how else, me..”.
“Aready!” Ayaz served his cooking on the table.
At once Yaren forgot about what she was going to say, but she wanted to protest and complain because Ayaz left her.
Ayaz took the rice in the rice cooker, dividing the remaining rice a bit of it for Yaren and herself.
“I'm sorry for not cooking rice!” Yaren Sesal.
“Nothing, not a problem!” said Ayaz, again softly, Yaren was a little surprised by the change in attitude of Ayaz.
The two started eating dinner that bad. Ayaz only cooked meat stews for his dinner menu, simple but enough to make it tasteful.
...***...
Rymi pulls the trigger on his firearm, Dorrrr! On target, the watermelon was destroyed because of his shot.
“Fucking Rangga base! I don't like being treated like this.” Grunts riled Rymi.
Flashbacks.
Rymi begins to make another new coffee for his boss, milk coffee at the request of his boss is ready to be served.
Not to forget Rymi also added a spoonful of salt to prank his Boss. Revenge had even been plundered because he did not accept being treated like that.
“Please drink Sir!” rymi said when he reached the boss's room.
“You sure this is delicious?” sam asked doubtfully.
“Iya Sir!”
“Eh, I mean good luck.”
“Why not sure?”
Rymi sighed slowly, “Do you not intend to try it, you can try it first, then will know whether the coffee is good or not?” rymi replied while holding back an upset.
“You dare to set me up?”
“I mean..”.
“Taste first!” tell Sam.
“Aa what?” ask Rymi. His eyes glared in disbelief.
“Then taste it first, I'm not sure of something you made!” sam's orders.
“But Sir!”
“You dare to refute your Boss?”
“Hah, I don't mean so sir, but is it okay if I taste it first?” rymi asked carefully.
“You taste test first, if I see your expression while drinking it no problem or something happened, then you can make me exactly like that again, one for me new.” Obviously Sam.
Deg deg deg, Rymi's heart is racing faster, oh my God, swear by anything, Rymi's bullshit!
“Hehe, must be drunk Sir?” asked Rymi to make sure while grinning the horse.
“Why? Is there a problem?” ask Sam.
“Ah, no Sir, yes I drank yes Sir!” rymi.
Rymi, with all the uncomfortable reactions, began to drink the salty coffee. Trying to give the best reaction, even though his mouth was eager to vomit in front of Rangga Donulai, the Boss who had been stamped was annoying by him from today.
“Why is your reaction so?” sam began to suspect.
“Ah no, it's okay Sir, I'm just not used to drinking coffee, so it tastes a little different, it's not comfortable!” rymi.
“Oh so, why not say?”
“Em, it's okay Sir!”
“How, safe?” ask Sam.
“Aman Sir!” answer Rymi.
“Yes already, you go back to your desk, you've worked hard!” sam said just relax.
“Hah!”
“Iya, please come back, I will call you later when I need something.” Continue Sam.
“Good Sir!”
Rymi steps out, his nose is flat, the coffee should have landed smoothly on the tongue of his boss, but instead he has to bear the consequences of his own actions.
When I became a criminal, only this time did karma apply to me, damn it!
Flashback.
“I have to avenge her actions, I will make her bend her knees to me!” rymi Gumam.
The dorrr! One more shot landed on target.
“What's up?” ask someone suddenly.
“Bos!” pekik Rymi, surprised to find Marco was nearby, since when the boss was in his house?
“I'm worried about you, little girl!” said Marco.
“Dad!” rymi Sahut weakened.
“Rym, when running a mission, I never once carried away emotions, calm like water that sometimes even often washed away it looks better!”
“If I were really your son, I would have inherited this intoxicating trait of yours!” rymi's admiration for Marco.
“You are still my son!” said Marco.
“Yeah, foster child!”
“I even went through your childhood, I took care of you, you don't seem to appreciate my sacrifice!” insinuations Marco.
“Dad, why do I see your image in Ayaz, I mean so many similarities between yourself and Ayaz!” rymi suddenly said.
He had long wanted to say this, but there was still doubt and he was also afraid to offend the Boss who was also his adoptive father.
“Hemm, maybe Ayaz only sees myself as his reference, things just happen to a man and his master!” marco answered.
“Dad, but at a glance your face is also similar!” rymi said again.
“I noticed it a few days ago!” continued.
“Rym, don't make up!”
“Dad, really I'm serious!”
Seriate...
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