Boss Babe
Boss Nyebelin

I again call with Raffa, about his mother who asked for additional money for development costs

our house has entered the finishing stage. "And last week I gave fifteen million to your mother, the present is over?"

"Udah is over to pay the craftsman, the ceramics are not ready yet." Raffa. "Do you think making a house is cheap?"

"If you know not cheap you should have prepared from far away. Don't anything nubruk it to me mulu."

"Well, how is this?" raffa could be behind it, instead of finding a solution on his own.

"Want you dong who is trying to find funds, the time I continue who should muter brain?"

 So the story goes, Raffa can be an inheritance ration in the form of an empty plot of land next to his parents' house.

At the suggestion of the mother doi, we are told to wake up there instead of buying

housing, it is expensive but the size of the building is small. I'm convinced that

we will both live after marriage, or make a long-term investment

long if we still want to settle in the area around the office.

I believe ajaomongan raffa if I do not have to participate in the cost of making a house that until now has spent about five hundred million funds, it is, at first, I thought Raffa was ready financially. But once the construction project has gone the way that happened is not like that. The only source of funding turned out to be just from my savings that he dredged with the reason 'pinjem first ntar I change', and now the balance in my account is thin, already thin, it's natural that I ask for his understanding.

"Later you also stay there, do not need to calculate why?"

 Jeez, let me not emotions let's instill the mind that girls do not want to doang good, nemenin candidates

growing up is hard and requires patience.

After I took a deep breath, I responded to Raffa again. "Okay the problem of the house I tried sincerely, but first pay your small debt. A total of eight million that you said you used to pay for the car installment last month."

 "Wait for the liquid bonus."

"Say a bonus for paying for your pinjol that goes by my name?" I'm kesel. "swipe my credit card to buy shoes and pants in PI also you haven't changed."

"Oh yes. Yes have been waiting for THR alone." with the rest, Raffa answered that.

 "THR is still 6 months away!" I'm patient.

 "If I have money why do I promise gini?" he talks like that

not a big deal. "Oh yes, I pinjem your name for ngajuin pinjol."

"Again? Remember Pinjol how many places you've been, Raf? Just keep your salary up...."

"Say I have to try to find funds to build a house, this is me again the effort is still wrong in your eyes." Raffa is even me.

I want to buy this mobile phone but inget installments are still a year away, yes it is not possible that I can buy cash in money I mastered Raffa all.

 "Kanis, where's my breakfast?"

 "What else, uh?" I didn't realize my frustration was being exposed to other people.

"You want me to fire?" it turns out that Mr. Boss is the one who interrupted.

I was so afraid to grow up. I immediately flirted. "Eh no, sir. Sorry."

"Where is my sandwich?"

 I tepok jidat, do I pesenin in an Italian restaurant that is in the building next door. "Love

I'll take twenty minutes, sir."

 Kale glanced at the watch in his hand. "Ten minutes."

"OK." without saying goodbye I went straight to the elevator and hastily pushed the button, lucky this elevator is only intended for the directors so access to use it faster.

***

As soon as the sandwich order was over I paid, as fast as lightning I immediately returned to the office. I did not have time to see how much time I had left, the important thing is that I had run to the maximum without caring about tight skirts and high hells shoes I. Up to the top floor of my breath was half left, and the damn thing again turned out I was over twenty minutes late.

I immediately ranted the sentence syndirian Pak Bos more or less like this.

"You're less nimble, Kanis. Free dong you got nice calves?" or for example, the thing I did was not in accordance with his will, he must say gini, "Calf you can be tight, but unfortunately your brain suit is loose, try it bolted first."

 I swear I was really depressed when doi started konslet that, it's freakin odd for me until it is embedded in my mind, 'do not mind if not beautiful at least said Pak Bos calf I nice', what the hell isn't it?

Bian aja follow-up comments sarcasm about the issue of this debate. "Ho oh Neng, your calves are really good as exhaust bobokan ninja 2 stroke, shiny. Surely you are diligent ngayuh pedicab Java-Sumatra huh?"

Yes, at least there is something positive in me to be proud of. If only my calf could be used as collateral in the bank, surely I would be more grateful.

"Excuse me?" my eyes were closed when I opened the door slowly, fearing the act of indecent mergokin that might have done Mr. Boss with one of his female partners. Bian tuh who often squirms, so doi immediately warning me to close my eyes before entering this room.

It seemed safe, so I opened my eyes and immediately waltzed in. Kale again sat leisurely on his desk, with one leg up on the chair. As he pleases, the person he is the boss here is free to kayak or pee while koprol also no one ngararang.

"I said ten minutes instead of thirty, where have you been?" its decan.

I nyengir. "Anter, sir."

"This time I'm sorry that you wear a mini skirt." without hesitating she researched my lower body, I immediately felt comfortable wearing this narrow subordinate. My buttocks stand out haphazardly and make Mr. Boss' eyes so everywhere.

 I handed you a sandwich with a selection of rosemary parmesan sandwiches, the price

about 120 thousand for a size of 12 inches. From the aroma alone, this sandwich is very tempting. "Please, Sir."

 "Aren't you pesen?"

"I've had breakfast rice sit."

 "Aren't you a coolie, why is breakfast that heavy?" he ate the sandwich.

The way Kale scoffs at my breakfast menu, makes me insulted. Hello, he just ate a sandwich

jumbo, what do I want to do? Calories in the portion of rice sat me still safe category because I only pesen half.

Do you think all Indonesian cuisine is all rubbish? Western cuisine is more reliable? I have not just jejelin pecel, hodgepodge and karedok that contains all vegetables.

Because I don't want to argue early in the morning, so I've swallowed all the refutation again. "Bapak needs

whatagain? Would the coffee go back?"

Kale gave me the code to get close, because his mouth was full. I followed and stood at

next to him, where told to wait again he finished chewing.

"Zor."Boss Sir Boss thrust the seven-stacked sandwich in front of my mouth.

 "Not to, though,

 "Segigit and you won't regret it."

 "But you have a father when I eat?" disprove me.

 "Cepet, this pegel is my hand." he forced it.

 I'm not good at the time of Mr. Boss who megangin, but when I want to take over even he forbid it.

"don't touch my food, you bite."

 Be me biting a little bit, and working on an area that Kale hasn't touched yet. Crazy, the texture of the bread is very soft and certainly I will fall in love with every bite. The price is not a lie, it feels so good.

 "You like it?" Kale twisted the sandwich until the part I just bit and

back to eat it right in my back area without disgust.

I bengong, is it a kiss not directly dong? How do I feel hurt, huh?

"You again?" bargain Kale.

This time I advanced myself and bit a bit more, when it began to chew its savory sensation

the cheese, the sourness of mayonaise and the sweetness of mustard sausage instantly exploded in my mouth.

Kale observed my mouth full to the monstrosity, and the melting of its sauces to the specks on my lips. "Not less is that the block?"

I just continue nguyah, run out all new me deh tanggepin. "Enak, Sir. Pinter, am I the agent?"

"Tomorrow to buy two, don't card to take my allotment." Kale was more protective with the msandwich he held, I was afraid to cheat again.

Dih, he was the one who meant why I was wrong. Because I feel no longer needed, I also resigned. But before I made it across the room, Kale was at large.

"I want to have lunch on Skylight."

Aelah, breakfast has not been sporadically requested at the bookingin restaurant. "Ready, Sir. Anything else?"

"Message a table for two."

"Good."

Doi shook my hand and told me to leave, because then Mr. Boss picked up the phone

with no idea which girlfriend, maybe a new girl from the sweet way of speaking. "Cummer, babe. I miss you..."