Boss Babe
Don't Go Anywhere

Finish eating Mr. Boss ask for a walk. Dizziness did I tell momong this bad old boy? Mending if in Jakarta, I still know how to stop the taxi, pay using gopay, and the people if it is rough. Well now, I'm like again etched the same.

statue of the lion duFinished eating Mr. Bos ask for a walk. Dizziness did I tell momong this bad old boy? Mending if in Jakarta, I still know how to stop the taxi, pay using gopay, and just someone if it's rough. Now, I'm like again peteletin the same mermaid lion statue that gushed from the middle of Merlion Park. For Neptune's sake Singapore and I'm like a hick here!

Mr. Kale tapped the tip of his shoe to the floor while crossing his arms in front of his chest. His boss' gaze kept skinning me alive. I was trying to get wifi to contact Bian. Just found out that overseas our provider has no life. If I jump maybe not yes nyamber Telkomsel signal from the opposite island?

Tau-tau my HP taken Mr. Boss continues to be acknowledged. "Eh, sir." I noleh. The boss is right behind me.

"Because. Come on!" Mr. Kale's palm squeezed my palm and I was unable to resist his force dragging my body to match his steps.

"But sir, I need to tell Bian."

"It's none of my business." The sunglasses-covered net is busy enjoying the city landmark atmosphere along Marina Bay Sand, Singapore's central business district which is also the main tourist area in One Fullerton.

"Yes, I know it's none of your business, but mine. That's why I need my HP sir to contact Bian, sir." I'm trying to get the phone that's now sitting in one of his pants pockets.

Mr. Kale leaned his hips towards me. "Take it yourself!"

Yes, the time I rogoh-rogoh pocket his pants. Ntar if dapet Alaskan eggplant jackpot can faint guenya feces.

"Sir!" I sighed heavily while closing my eyes.

"Well, if you don't want to!" He was full of victory. Surprisingly, hobbies are very interesting for people.

"How are you going to be doing Bian?"

Without a burden Mr. Kale replied, "That's his business."

Yes, he can relax, I'm the one who got damprat.

"But if there is no father Bian how will it be? I don't know the streets here, sir."

"Repot is so you. Just walk what is hard. If you go, find a police station."

"Keep the meeting at four o'clock what?"

The man glanced at the rolex clad in his right hand. "There's still time. We'll be back before three."

It's nice to be the boss, I'm the only lackey this can-can be clay out of battery. Dikira nyiapin meeting finished in one blink. I got to ngedumel lirih. "Say it was just lunch, it's a melting pot to be a sightseeing event."

Turns out Mr. Boss' ears are able to hear my soft babble. "Yes, I like it. My man's the boss."

Want to throw sandals but, yes, throw yourself into the swamp.

This is my first time out of the country. Although the metropolis in Singapore is not much different from Jakarta, but I managed to make the same koldrok smart system that is there. Look at the streets and the layout of the city already mikin ngelongo. The country is thinly different from the Capital City of DKI Jakarta that focuses on the construction of various types of mass transportation, such as bus rejuvenation, expansion of the reach of the track, procurement of MRT, to LRT technologically advanced. Its integrated transportation system makes this country one of the best technology megacity countries in the world.

So sophisticated this place, I was sure that if I was taught to ride a double-decker bus with facilities beyond the premium KAI I would not dare to go far from Mr. Kale, because I must be cathartic and confused how to pay for one seat. Never mind paying for a seat, pesen food at a roadside stall that uses a machine that is just me confused. That's why I followed when Mr. Kale took my hand to and fro.

"Voa..." I was distracted by the dancing jets of water forming a fountain show in the center of this Asian economic district. The water swayed to the rhythm played with mutually authentic bursts to form a harmonious blend. The lion-headed fish that intersected in the middle looked more beautiful bathed in crystal circles that gushed into the air. He said if the night, the fountain show will be increasingly epic enlivened by flashes of light with a variety of color spectra decorate the pitch-black night sky. So excited, I realized the show had run out so thunderous applause the tourists who happened to crowd the downtown area closed the fountain show.

"Well," I grumbled.

"Udah?" Instead of enjoying the show, Mr. Kale has been watching me. Maybe I was wondering the same thing that I was amazed at.

I'm nagging.

"If you're already in sa—"

"Woah, that!" I pointed towards the flyer with a big banglala that I was sure if it reached the top of the entire Lion city this would look good.

"What chain, uh where are you going?" Mr. Kale followed me who had escaped into the Garden Bay area. There, it was surprised again by the landscape of highland greenery with flower buds blooming here and there. This time I have to thumbs up because the city layout is not only metropolis but also balanced with the maintenance of the heart of the city as a form of appreciation for the environment.

"Sir, take photos of dong." I'm kalap. My catholic soul is floundering. His name is also the first time out of the country, there must be a desire to capture for the sake of being exhibited via whassap and gegayaan status in the instastory.

"You told me?" Mr. Kale's eyes are about to jump out.

I nodongin hands forward. "Where can I get my own HP?"

With ogah-ogahan Mr. Kale position the camera Iphonenya in the direction I stand. "Tu. wa.ga.. tu wa. ga.. tu. wa..ga..." already." He came from the snap-snap not waiting for me exesyen change style.

"Liat dong sir." I looked up to look up to be able to sneak, but was not allowed to go into the bag again and make me bite my finger.

"It's hot in here. Can't get me a drink!" Mr. Kale put both his hands into his pants and walked up to me.

I just straight up from behind. "What do you want to drink?"

"Yuank."

Mampus, the sturdy language of the opposite country suddenly appeared.

"Em... Is that sir? I don't understand."

He stopped his steps and turned his back. The man snorted for a moment before saying, "You..." I've been dig dug because my face was rung, must have got this damprat. Even though I have been making various kinds of food and drink menus that are commonly consumed by Mr. Boss until my tongue flakes mulu because the names are difficult all, and, but there is no menu yuyu kangkang - yuyu kangkang earlier. Or is there a yes? I'll open the cheat again.

But, instead of getting slammed, my hand was pulled again. "Here come with me."

I was taken to one of the international food courts that serves several choices of typical Singaporean drinks. The message is just use the tab, stay tunyuk-tunyuk select the taste and topping as we want to continue to swipe, and soon we can take a drink that has been ordered through the counter. Remember, this is not Indonesia whose 'serviced' culture is still thick. Almost everything in this smart city is self-service, meaning we pesen, we also take. But because I'm the same boss, he just sat around waiting for me.

"Sir, just drink this, don't want to eat what is it? Singapure or maybe want nyicipin seblak hongkong?" I am aji mumpung. Who knows, Mr. Kale would like to buy other foods that I can not get in Jakarta, it's good, I certainly follow bought. I want to try the typical roadside snacks here.

The man sipped the thick-colored drink before replying, "I've already eaten."

"I mean that snack, sir." I put my face together.

"Ke Waterboat House is a long way, to Monti At-1 must be reserved first, to Saint Pierre, it's Monday, they're closed." Mr. Kale called one by one a classy restaurant that made my ears pegel just horrified his name doang.

"I mean streetfood, food sold on the outskirts of it, sir?" Originally, I saw a variety of foreign snacks waving along the road Pak Kale narik I came here earlier. There are chocolate merlion, bakkwa, pasta laksa, thosai, prata, and various other processed types that definitely make diet fail. If I just take my rupiah nukar to Singapore dollars, I would have gotten a lot of snacks here. But what power, I was kidnapped here just bring the same clothes HP doang. That's my HP seized by Mr. Boss.

I forgot that Mr. Boss is not a commoner. Denger I nyentil street snacks, his forehead immediately frowned. "Don't tell me you told me to buy some roadside food?"

"Well, why? Roadside food doesn't make you die, does it, sir?"

"What about the hygiene? Operational permit? Quality ingredients? You want to get me into the hospital?"

"Selesein drinks you, we're shopping." Sekate-kate if making an impromptu plan, today there is no schedule of sightseeing let alone shopping. Assistant doi where the hell, Bian Seneng kak can certainly be far from the Boss Pak goods for a while while I was kicked gini can not go anywhere but obey his will.

My eyes immediately grew. I once heard that in Singapore it was the center of branded and classy goods. All can be obtained at a more sloping price because the tax is not as high as Indonesia. Moreover, Singapore is a cross point of import-export from various parts of the world, kayang right how complete if shopping here. About how many hours he who this shucks spend time to buy branded goods, I obviously can not if dragged all day.

"Why not hire the services of a personal shopper anyway, sir?" Complain me.

"Why are you here if you don't exercise my will?" Answer lightly. "I assume you're multitasking, so you're the one who chooses."

I feel like my shoulder is full of rice sacks, my work is added to be the lackey of this son of a bitch.

"Book hunt selesein your drink. We have a meeting in Jakarta at four o'clock." Mr. Kale's orders later.

Singapore overcast gaes, as damned as my heart is just carried-babuin same boss sir. He's way ahead and I've been lazily tailing in recent times. "Sir, what the hell do you want to find?" My foot pegel from earlier was just invited to muter-muter without clarity.

"What yes? What kind of gift would a girl like?" He himself is not sure, even I do not understand any problems shopping at a luxury store.

"Which other girl, sir?" I'm astonished.

"Evely. You don't know yet?" Mr. Kale laughed a little.

Gabut really did not ship the boss's girl one by one whose numbers were just scattered like fish in the ocean. Mending I mengkapalin the names of heroes, more weighty.

"Just be it sir. Or shoes. Must've liked it." I ngasal.

"Shoes? But how do I know the size of his legs." Eyebrows wrinkling.

"Yes already a bag so sir not complicated." I said spit, tired cuy if constantly told to compromise with the boss of this gadgetot.

"Keep Mora under what?"

Aish, which girl is that. I rubbed my chest until it was flat.

"Love the wallet." My idea was immediately embraced by Mr. Boss.

"If Zevira?"

"Had sir, father of jurig cattle huh? Why are so many loved." I sewed myself. "Everything is in order, the bag or wallet is the same model but different colors. They won't know, either,"

"Ah, high heels, mini skirts, and stockings that mannequins dipake it all pack." Mr. Kale doesn't bother me at all.

I follow Mr. Kale's point of view. "Who else is the mesh stoking for, sir? Daddy's girlfriend's feet are buriq emang?"

"Make you. Let's get sexier with her calf." He gave me a flying kiss.

Jijai.

***

"Kanis, I've told you how many times, don't stay away from me." My blazer collar is pulled from behind, kind of like a bae kitten.

"Eh, yes sir." I hurried to get him again. Pak Kale's grocery business has called Bian to take care of the delivery to Jakarta. Including the stocking of the bastard earlier, follow in among the branded items that are ready to be donated by Mr. Kale to support his girlfriends.

Mr. Kale suddenly stopped making my forehead hit his back. "Suit." he whistled. If fashion like this I'm sure he's writhing a beautiful female again. I followed Mr. Kale's point of view to make sure.

It's true. There's a blonde chick with a puffy chest and a sassy udel who's still walking around mamerin's ass in front of there. Which stud does not ngeces, except the type of melehoy.

"You wait here, don't go anywhere. I want to expand the connection first." Not really the reason, say aja want to lure a female.

"But sir, we're going to go home again. The test hunt will also not get permission to fly." I half shouted to ngingetin that his private jet was waiting next to the meeting schedule for four hours later.

"I just broke down. Don't be jealous. You're number one." He gave me a flirty blink to go away and I stood there.

Idiho! There's the same thread needle, right? I really want to embroider the mouth that became the crocodile base.

From far away I can still squirm the movements of Mr. Kale who again sedemodain mbak bule it. The movement is slippery boss. I am sure after the event the calls will continue to the scene ***-*******. Males I really saw it. Mending a walk while enjoying this foreign scenery. When are the trips out of the country, right?

I'm just slab-jalan. Let where my footsteps lead. There are so many interesting places in this small town. If only I had brought HP I would have been full of photos. Honey, my HP is still seized by Mr. Boss. But there's also good luck, I can rest from the terror of the leeches.

Huh, like it before you inget. Moreover, Raffa if asked never have a solution. Even make the problem more runnyam. My relationship with Raffa hepi-hepi. But why is it getting here getting tangled. Lots of realistic things that slap our commitment both. Especially financial issues. Actually, people say, love does not make full. Just want to step into a more serious level aja gini really feel. Dana make a house, car installments, not later if you have children. Huf...

I stand in front of the river that divides the metropolis of this world. The skyscrapers and the handsome bridges are filled with people. I saw them one-on-one. There are office workers busy with their phones, tourists who are jokingly enjoying the trip, and also some people struggle to connect with life from peddling merchandise on the side of the road. That's life. Sometimes hard indiscriminate, sometimes heavy and make you want to give up, or just tired and want to rest. Like my love relationship lately, after ten years together, we arrived at a saturation point. No, that doesn't mean I'm not in love with Raffa, it's just that I need a break from the reality of the world. Love isn't always beautiful, is it?

I don't know how long I've been standing here. A cold breeze brushed my hair, waking me from the contemplation of the meaning of life. I took a rough breath before deciding to return to reality. Ah right, Mr. Boss. It was time to return to Jakarta. Without wasting any more time, I turned my back to lift my foot from that place. But as soon as my eyes stare around, ****! I where? Where's the boss? Why do you only look and then the people who crowded the banks of the river?

I try to look around. In case I find the figure of a tall man who since I tailsin it or at least the places that I have been marked. No matter how far this foot goes, still all I find is a foreign place that I have never seen before. I'm losing direction. I can't remember the road I walked down here. It seems I was too deep in thought when walking earlier, to not recognize the slightest right and left.

Wet water began to fall from the sky. The wind that was getting colder felt piercing the skin. I'm alone here. No money, no cell phones to communicate. I don't know where to go and I don't know what to do. This is such a foreign place. The first place I went to. A place I had never known before.

I'm lost.

How'this? What should I do? Bians... Mr. Kale... Mamma... Papa...

Please meet me here, afraid of missing.

My knees are squeezing. I crouched my feet in both pieces. Fear slowly gnawed, cornering me in worry and loneliness. What if I am left here? What if I can't go back?

I cried so much in the middle of the water spots that began to fall from the sky. Over time the rain is getting heavier. My cheeks are wet, so are the grasses around.

But, wait a minute.

Why am I not getting wet?

The tip of the pantofel shoe that stood in front of it made me stop crying. I looked up to make sure. Mr. Kale and his work coat so high overshadowed my head. He locked the net and leveled our height.

There was no judgment in his eyes, let alone the glare of anger because I did not obey his orders. Instead he was able to calm me down with just his gentle gaze. "I told you, don't stay away from me. You made me khawa-"

Fuck all those words. I am so glad that this guy found me here. Without a second thought, I immediately threw myself into his chest and hugged him tightly, afraid that he would suddenly disappear and I would return alone.

Dug. dug..

There are other sounds I catch besides the sound of rain out there. Like a heart beating so fast. But I'm also not sure if it's mine or hers.