Behind The Boss
Changes in Radit Attitude

Kiran opened her eyes slowly. Azan dawn sayup-sayup sounding. Kiran squirmed for a moment. Suddenly he choked. A burly hand wrapped around his waist.

Kiran glanced, Radit was hugging her from behind. He tried to remove the man's hand grip from his body, but as he was unwilling to let go, the man's hand hugged him even more tightly.

"Reg .... Dit!" call Kiran.

"Hmmm ...." Radit nodded without opening his eyes.

"Your hand, Dit. I'm gonna get up. That's achan."

"Mmmm ...." There's no movement. The hand was still tightly coiled.

"Dith!!! Your hand!!!" Kiran shouted.

"Yes." Yeah." Radit raised his hand.

Strange, according to Kiran. The man was not angry at all. He is usually going to be gas-direct. Now it still looks calm and even wake up and precede Kiran into the bathroom.

Kiran sat on the edge of the bed waiting for Radit to come out. As soon as the man came out, Kiran went straight into it.

Kiran was astonished when she came out of the bathroom. Radit was sitting on the bed. The man was already wearing his white scabbard and cocoa. The man seemed to be waiting for him.

"You waiting for me?" kiran asked venturing into guessing the impossible. But looking at the position of the prayer mat that was unfurled by the man, it was just like that.

"Yes. We pray together" replied Radit.

Eh? I dream, don't I?!

"Udah don't be dumb. Put your face on!" radit's orders.

Kiran immediately grabbed the face and put it on. He took a position behind Radit. Seeing that Kiran was already in his position, Radit began his prayer. He raised his hand, takbiratul ihram.

Kiran's feelings became warm. It was peaceful to hear the man's reading. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a very good read. Kiran felt a strange tremor when she heard Radit's voice. But he brushed it off, trying to commit himself to his prayer.

After the greeting, Kiran follows the prayer beads that Radit reads. He raised his hand and secured it when the man prayed. Once again, the sense of peace engulfed his feelings. Everything feels calming.

Kiran had just wanted to get up because the priest had finished praying but he put it away. He was choked when Radit turned around and extended his hand.

Huh huh? Meanin?

Radit's hand was still hanging in the air. Kiran herself was confused what the man wanted. Does he want me to kiss his hand??

When the man looked at her sharply, Kiran came to her senses. Finally he grabbed the man's hand awkwardly and kissed the back of his hand. Radit smilingly looked at Kiran's head who was kissing the back of her hand. As Kiran raised her head, Radit hid her smile.

Kiran folded her face in confusion. He feels awesome. At times he glanced at Radit who was sitting on the sofa, opening his laptop.

I don't know what I'm feeling, but it looks like his attitude has changed.

Suddenly Kiran's face flushed to remember what had happened in her dream last night. He dreams of Radit caressing his face and kissing his forehead. Kiran brushed the dream away from her memory. She felt ashamed.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" radit asked without taking his eyes off the laptop that was in front of him.

"Who's staring at you?" replied Kiran indifferently. Kiran put her face in the closet on the walk in closet.

"If you want to look at me, just look at me. Who forbid you" Radit said after Kiran walked back to the side of the bed.

"I don't think you're deaf. I'm not staring at you. Okay?!"

The man chuckled. "The more you argue, the more you get caught. I knew from the beginning. Your eyes cannot lie. You kind of admire me if I wear clothes like this. You like it, right?!"

Kiran did not answer. The more answered then the man in front of him will get bigger head. It's up to him!

"Why are you today?! You don't have a fever, do you?" asked Kiran who was taking a sitting position on the side of the bed.

"You want to make me angry?!" Radit is still focusing on the laptop screen. But his intonation implies that he would be angry if it did happen.

"Ah, stop. Forget it!" Kiran started wearing her Instagram hijab.

"Don't you wear that hijab!" prevent Radit glancing at Kiran.

"Well?!" still continuing his activities. Now the hijab is on her head.

"Tell me don't wear it don't wear it! You didn't hear my words!" Now the man came up to Kiran.

"What's your problem? If I want to wear what? Why should emotions be caused by hijab!" Kiran. Not indifferent to Radit approaching him.

Radit caught up with him and sat down beside him. "Open!!" radit's orders were firm. Well, if it's this intonation, which Kiran is hard to resist. There was an aura of power that came out accompanied by the look of intimidating him.

"Why are you ...?" muttered Kiran. She opened her veil again.

Let it be if only the hijab, as long as my clothes do not ask to be opened!

"If it's just the two of us, you should always open your headscarf. You're my wife. If I told you to open the hijab, what if I told you to undress?!"

Kiran looked at Radit with a look of wonder. Also new in diatinin ....

"Later tonight I'll go to the hospital yuk, Dit." Kiran looked at Radit earnestly.

"Why are you sick? Whaties? Let me check this out ...." Radit looked at Kiran worriedly. The man stood facing Kiran and started to look at her.

"You're the one I want to check. I'm afraid something's going on in your brain nerves or something dangerous is going on there. This change of yours worries me."

Radit sighed softly. Sit down next to Kiran. For a moment he was silent as if thinking of something then his body turned to face the woman.

"There's something on your forehead. Let me see here ...," he said as if he saw something on Kiran's forehead.

"Huh?! What?!" Kiran turned her body, facing Radit.

"Well, there's a mosquito in it. Let me hit this."

Yoke! Yoke!

Radit tapped the tip of his index finger on Kiran's forehead. Didn't hurt. But Kiran felt it shouldn't be.

"I'm killing those mosquitoes. He always gives bad thoughts about me in your head. Let's lose that bad thought."

Yoke!Yoke! Yoke! Radit still tapped his finger on Kiran's forehead.

"Stop, Radit!" Kiran shook Radit's hand.

Radit smiles. Uh, is he smiling??

"Well, it's gone now. Thank God, hopefully this head is clear of dirty thoughts about her husband." The man's face looked bright.

"Dit, really. I'm goosebumps. Why yourself, then?! How did it change like this?! What is?! You got pubescent giving good to other people, or what?!"

"Please diralat. Only to you I changed. Not the others." Kiran raised one eyebrow. "We're husband and wife, Kiran. It's worth it that way."

Kiran still could not understand it. This man in front of him, sometimes still unstable his feelings. Today is good. Tomorrow, he might change. "Alright then," said Kiran Lirih, lazy to argue.

Radit touched Kiran's hair. "I love to see your hair."

Eh? Kiran brushed off the strange feelings that were now plaguing her.

Suddenly, he remembered one thing. His face looks red. I doubt, have to ask or not. But his guilt made Kiran dare to ask.

"What about 'your information'? Is it okay?" kiran asked, embarrassed. Yesterday's incident when he accidentally occupied something belonging to Radit, back in his memory.

"don't know. I haven't checked yet" replied Radit. "If you feel so guilty. You can check it out" Radit said again. The man stood up to take off his pants.

Kiran gasped. "You crazy??!" pekiknya can't believe it. The woman stood up.

Radit smiled amusedly. "I'm your husband, Karina. No papa when seen by you. Non sin. Likewise, if I want to see your body." sit back on the side of the bed.

Kiran reflexes covered her upper body. "You don't fuck around. Remember who I am and who you are? Don't you forget that! Remember Ari!" kiran said stammeredly.

Radit smiled smirked. "I who? Your husband's. And you're my wife. Ari is dead too. So why? May?!"

Kiran's face turned red. Something is wrong with him .... But that was ..., Karina???

"You call me Karina?" sit on the side of the bed.

"Why? Your name is Karina. And you are Karina. So what's wrong?"

"Yes, you're not like you normally are. What exactly are you? I feel you're a little different." Radit doesn't ignore it. He sat back on the couch and stared at his laptop screen.

"Why do you need another line, Dit?" ask Kiran, switch another ketopic.

"Why?" still not taking his eyes off his laptop screen.

"I feel it's a waste. TJ hasn't needed two secretaries since I thought I could handle it myself."

"In a moment you will be fired from that position" Radit said flatly.

"What do you mean??"

"Yes, you're fired because you're gonna be my deputy. Deputy Director."

"Huh? You're kidding."

"Of course not."

"You'll make me my personal secretary first. While monitoring you do your job. Once I think you're ready, we'll have a meeting with the shareholders to appoint you deputy director."

The news was very surprising to Kiran.

He nodded, muttering as to himself. "I? Deputy Director?"

"Yes, you're the one who deserves it the most."

"Oh, don't talk anymore. I want to focus on this report. You took a shower there. Look at it light."

"O, yes. At the meeting, you'll still be at your place. If there's a new secretary named Lusi. You just tell him to wait for me."

"Since you were my boss, I didn't understand my job at all" Kiran said. His voice sounded sad.

It should be when the boss wants to call a new worker, the CV of the prospective worker is already on his desk. At a minimum, the candidate was he who selected it. Right now, he knows absolutely nothing.

"You're not offended. I'm used to being my right hand. That's why he prepared it" said Radit, capturing Kiran's intentions.

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A girl with shoulder-length hair, stepped inside the TJ Company building. His posture is ideal, coupled with his fashionable and stylish clothing style.

The girl wears a suit with a white shirt that has accessories in the form of colorful buttons on her collar. A light green skirt with a black belt wrapped under his body. The make-up looks natural but still looks fresh. Not excessive but makes his face look charming.

The girl walked over full of confidence. Smiles at everyone he passes. Without asking, he went straight into the elevator and went upstairs. When the elevator doors opened, he seemed to know where he was going. Keep walking, to publish the curiosity of everyone he passed.

Kiran was amazed as the girl was in front of her. "Sorry, I would like to meet Mr. Radit Makarim. Where should I wait?" his voice was calm but contained firmness.

Kiran. Not just a neat appearance. The grammar is even amazing. Kiran arranged her heart that was beating. Somehow he felt like he was seeing a rival.

"Sorry, your name?" tanya Kiran set the tone of her voice. He should sound formal and authoritative.

"I, Lusi Marinka Anggraini. Mr. Radit called me on the application call I had made as company secretary" he replied. Soft yet firm with a charming smile.

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Waduh, Kiran can be a big rival nie....!!

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