Boss Babe
This Claw

Bian came to me with grusa-grusu. "Neng, have you booked a skylight?"

"Udah dong, one o'clock in the afternoon for two." I looked up and answered lightly. What incompetent I think, this business time just use double check everything.

 "Singapore?"

"Jakartalah," I didn't even know that the famous steak house also has branches in Singapore.

Bian rolled his eyes.

"If Mr. Boss says Skylight it must be Singapore, if Seasalt is in Bali. Really thick lo? This time of business should I take it back and forth?"

"What the hell is it? Is the steak not good here, is it?" ask me bego.

But Bian ignored my question. "Well, it's almost eleven o'clock, can you still book in Singapore?"

I immediately shoot, so fun I sort important files on the computer until unconscious

when the time is nearing the break. "Mampus me."

"Rubber, you must have bounced again. What if Mr. Boss turns out to have made a lunch appointment with his business partner to discuss a cooperation contract worth tens of trillions?"

"Ah at least meet the new girl?" I'm sure I'm sure.

Bian looked at me pias. "Reservation school, neng. Is the private jet ready yet?"

I immediately lemes in the chair, I should have just nanya Bian before carrying out the orders of Mr. Boss, so specific and detailed I got to my own meter. Never mind preparing a jet plane, pesen plane ticket never because I have flown at all times.

"It's a child, we're on duty." Bian clucked while pulling out his phone. "lo urusin resto, I'm the plane."

I hurriedly picked up the phone, and dialed the restaurant number in Singapore to make a reservation because we could not just come and immediately order a meal so alone. At first I was complicated because it had been mepet jamnya, but with the negotiation of alot and a little drama if I will be fired if I can not place, finally allowed on condition must come before one noon.

"Okay, right?" Bian asked with the phone still stuck to the ear.

"It could be but at 12, if you want to back off at 3 pm." I put on a guilty look.

"Say the boss has to leave at what time?"

 "Can't you now?" my stomach was so wrapped around his anxiety, what if I could not get there in time. So scared I have a psyco boss like Kale, could he ask to replace the A5 wagyu steak menu with my calf meat? Serem ayir.

Ignoring my anger, Bian immediately turned around while continuing to call. "In a few hours we're leaving, call the pilot immediately."

I stared at the door of the executive room while hoping to be anxious, hopefully Kale was free and could be persuaded. Bian seems to be quite reliable to drive our boss's schedule, because not long after that Kale came out with his wide footsteps.

 "You're coming with me." Right in front of my desk, Kale said without stopping his steps.

 "Where, sir?" my eyes follow him.

Bian also asked me to hurry. "Even cengo, the speed has been awaited by Mr. Boss!"

Without a second thought, I immediately went to grab the bag and ran after them inside

lifts.

Kale had held the elevator when the door was almost closed, while I said. "Thank you, sir."

I was afraid of getting angry, but it turned out that nothing happened because Kale returned my thanks with a thin smile. Thanks to Bian for covering up my mistakes and helping to solve the problem at the last minute. Fyuh relieved, I can be alone calmly while blowing bangs that messy effect run-away just now.

 "If next time you can't provide a decent lunch spot for me..." Kale said as he fixed my bangs that fell on my forehead. "what if I eat at your place?"

 "Where, sir?" I glanced at Bian timidly.

 "Do not look at me, accept your mistakes!" Bian sengak really when I just ask for an explanation, basic craftsman ngadu look out aja lo surely I bales.

**

I just stepped foot in the airport, and first got on a plane. Of course I deg-degan the name is also a new experience, but as much as possible I still walk elegantly so not to say katrok. Until then I realized something, I don't have a passport?

 "Sister Bian." sizzled me while holding back his steps. Kale was already far ahead, and was again busy calling.

 "Apose?" Bian looked on in annoyance.

 "There is no passport!"

 "Not brought or have?"

 "Not having."

 "Day I don't have a passport?" bian asked dismissively. "where are you?"

 "Not anywhere, brother." I plainly replied.

 "But you've been on a plane, right?"

I shook my head, rather than admit the cool things that people usually do mending I was honest.

Bian grunting. "Sir Boss often pegi-pegi out of the country, so inevitably tomorrow you have to make a passport! If at any time I can't, you have to replace it. Rather than mepet and must be hunted mending make now, continue all managing visas for work do not forget to ask for a record to HRD..." And I keep getting pre-loaded until we get on the plane, so bossy he's hanging out with Kale's confidant.

I swear, I gawked at the contents in that private plane. The interior is amazingly luxurious with all the facilities and atmosphere that spoil the owner, equipped with soft chairs wrapped in leather designed for high level comfort and can be set for selonjoran. Light brown color on each furniture blends perfectly with the details of the wood on the walls and carpet.

 "We're getting lunch rations, right?" I wish I could get free.

"Would we have lunch? You think we're on a bus?" bian Cibir. "Yes, Neng. I'm telling you, private jet service is more special than VVIP-class commercial aircraft. Every time you fly, Mr. Kale always ask for a minimum of three Michelin-star menu, such as super soft rib-eye wagyu with a price of USD 220 or around Rp 3.1 million. Sometimes caviar, lobster, potato truffles, French langoustine, beef fillet carpaccio, black truffles from Perigord, and mini baguette."

Although I do not know the shape but I have been lying until the saliva comes out, the matter of the sandwich this morning makes me sure Kale's appetite is above average where the taste and quality is not questionable anymore, he said, because it is comparable to the money spent.

 "But now we want Singapore to bring Mr. Boss to lunch, so there is no need to provide all that food." Bian broke my intention, damn it.

 I swallowed my saliva again, so I did not eat well today. Huhu mama your son laper, my nyesel this morning only eat rice uduk half portion.

 "If you want to pee." Bian showed the aircraft toilet that the interior is all white, and inside includes a storage cabinet. He also had a peek in the cockpit and had a brief conversation with the pilot on duty.

I choose to sit in the middle area, unlike the previous soft chair, this sofa can be used together. It can also be turned into a bed. But there is no way I can also fall here, which there will even be Bian with tacky frills bin kampungan.

This small aircraft also has several cabin crew, two flight attendants, one pilot and one co-pilot who doubles as a technician. So there were a total of seven passengers here, including Kale who had just climbed the stairs.

Soon beautiful flight attendants surrounded her, greeted her kindly and offered her something to make her more comfortable. "Good day, Kale. Maybe you need something? Cold drink or maybe a snack?"

"Later on." Kale looked up and after finding my whereabouts, he walked past the flight attendant who greeted him at the door.

I purposely sat in the middle of the sofa so that this person would choose another place, just stay away from me - consider it a lunch hour where I deserve to stay away from work at least for the next hour - but I guess I missed, but I missed, Kale was sitting next to me exactly, whichever was the stash again.

Bokis, Bian aja again a meandering path in the aisle like a catwalk model, continues to run out of it he rotates in an epic style. Then with a flick she added. "since you look like Bella Hadid yet?"

 "More like sungkawa sungkawa anyway." I said.

"The mouth of the devil." said Bian ferociously.

"Benein used to powder, the morning face neck that night." added me, not julid but me and Bian are usually blasphemous against each other. Usually I am the one who complains, but this time I am tired of being the material of his scolding so I reply.

"About sitting nempel Pak Bos, you feel have power for my attack that?" Bian won't lose. "Look at it later if the person is not there, surely you do not dare to say anything about me because of the power lo puussh ilang."

I dismissed his accusations elegantly. "Think I'm samson betawi what, fur ketek shaved directly no power?"

"Lo likens Mr. Kale to a glutinous feather?" Bian nahan himself let's not ngakak.

"That's not what it means." I frantically looked at Kale next door.

Not unexpectedly my fuss-debutting instead makes Mr. Boss laugh fast, emang me

that funny huh? Where the duration is also ngakaknya, up to five minutes do not stop so be afraid do not be possessed.

I looked at the astonished looks with Bian, until then the person himself who clarified while continuing to talk out. "Just this time I can laugh loosely, good job Kanis."

Good job kayak muji dog who fussed, okay I received. Oh yes, I had passed the passport dong examination, because we are passengers on a jet plane that is considered exclusive so the checks are not as tight as if passing the gate to the public.

Very special is my first flight, just sat down directly given a cold drink flavored tea mix spite, really my throat seger really adem.

"You again?" kale's attention shifted from an empty glass to my lips again smack, without waiting for an answer he immediately gave a code to the flight attendant to bring me another glass of drink.

"No glass is a bit edgy, huh?" I stared at the one-foot glass that the flight attendant offered, where relieved if only this. Habit of drinking using a stall glass that can hold half a liter of water following chunks of ice.

"Sorry, mom. We only provide small size glass." The flight attendant still smiled kindly.

"There's an empty mineral bottle, isn't it?" Kale gives a solution. "bet it there."

"Diplastikin's okay, too, but love straws."

 "Hm good, I got it." not long after, the flight attendant came back and brought me iced tea in an aqua bottle, only one thing unfortunately there is no ice cube that I can chew.

"Thank you." I said happily, let's say I and iced tea are one

inseparable unity. "father wants?"

"Make you." Kale commented on the thin smile and invited me to enjoy

that sweet drink.

Yes, I'm glad without being shy, crazy thirst even in full ac but still if it has been stepped on at 12 noon the sun outside again hot and I do not want to be dehydrated.

 "Nails?" Kale has setoples full of white grains about the size of buttons that I don't know the type, but because Mr. Boss calls them nuts so I believe.

I scooped up a handful and half of it immediately went into the mouth.

"Pronounced the skin first."

Mama? I cremated everything, while coughing I took tissue and lepehin all those crumbs. Pantes is hard though savory.

 "Drink first, Canis." Kale couldn't hide his smile, he would have liked to have me but was arrested.

I grimace in shame. Sorry yes, sir. I even cringjamet in private jet, but continue it aja. I don't know if I eat nuts that I later know the name pistacio, I must be patient to open the skin one by one and share with Kale. And immediately the sound of the kraus-kraus from our mouths collided with the roar of the aircraft engine.

**

Make the pilot do not forget I love five stars, because air travel is arguably smooth and only takes thirty minutes, because the distance between Jakarta-Singapore is quite close and supported by good weather. Once we landed, we were immediately picked up by a black lexus car complete with a driver who speaks fluent English. Bener-beneer definition down from the stairs of the plane directly into the car without bothering to walk far to the parking lot, the conglomerate actually nih sanggol dong.

 Because Bian was sitting next to a driver who was working, so I took a position in the back seat and accompanied Kale who was again busy calling with his girlfriend's umpteenth number, it seems that doi has already disallowed some of his women and left half a dozen to be nurtured further. Do not ask the reason to me, which is clear that the decision is very helpful to my work where my tendency to handle the females becomes much reduced.

Not musingin also because I was curious later when Kale lunch, where should I go?

Stay me abroad again, please. Bian said that when it comes to the personal affairs of Mr. Boss, his staff does not need to be tight and quite stand by in the vicinity. Even sometimes Bian likes to swagger himself, just back when it's on the phone.

 "Sister Bian." I look over his shoulder. "where are we going to have lunch?"

Bian responded with a sigh. "lo kelaperan terribly ya daritadi nanya eat mulu?"

 "It's time to eat." I complained.

 "Gue ate at Mc Donald's."

 "Gue follow ya." deal aja deh, the important thing is my stomach filled and have free time

until lunch is over. I had nothing to do with my important McDonald's in Singapore....

It does not feel the car we ride has stopped in the building lobby where skylight restaurant is addressed. Cool, rich people, lunch all across the island and move countries. Lah me? Want to change the menu fish-amisan aja kudu wait for the beginning of the month of payday.

I want to write the original body, but Mr. Boss does not come out even mgeliatin me that. "Is there anything I can do, sir?"

Instead of answering, he took my hand. "Let's get down."

I was shocked to be dragged down suddenly, so it was a sigh when I asked for an explanation. "Eh me? Down where? But, Sir..."

Late, the car door has been locked and Mr. Tama told his driver to keep going. And when the windshield of the car's front window opened, that's where Bian stuck. "Okay, I've worked seven years just to be given fried chicken, and you've only been taught a month to eat steak revelation. Baek lo, Neng. Ati-ati aja lo in killing spree same crocodile gatel!" his screams disappeared as the car moved away from view.

"Sir, I eat with Brother Bian alone." said I'm not good.

"Son, you're coming with me."

"What is your boyfriend going to be? The reservation is only for two people." I repet when herded in.

 "You're having lunch with me." the sentence makes it clearer. "That's for two people

ain't he?"

"But my break time?" I also want to have free hours without this person being repotinated.

 "This is already part of your job, Kanis. If I tell you to accompany me here, yes

you have to obey my orders." Kale's simple answer makes me want to misuh-misuh.

I swear I want to curse my boss to be monyed impotent. Because of him my work is like a memory lane, there is no end.