Boss Come Here Please!
#Prank
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Author halu's.
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The time shows 18:00 is not as usual, Arga seems to be a little late tonight. Asta tried several times to contact the man. But still no answer even if connected.
"Where exactly, Arga? Why not tell me?" asta murmurs in the heart. Wait for mixed feelings between anger and worry. Unlike usual Arga always contact himself if you want to go home late.
Several times this pregnant woman also sent short messages to her husband's cell phone, but there was absolutely no reply. I don't know what the guy is doing.
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Until the time shows at 23:00 Arga has not yet come, Asta's eyes began to heavy, it's time to close his eyes, but instead of closing his eyes, he seems still busy thinking about Arga. his brain is filled with about where his priest went? What do? Over where? and with whom? Asta's brain was playing around with an absurd delusion.
Sometimes she looked out the window to see if her husband would come home. He continued to bite his own nails out of worry.
23:30 it was almost exactly midnight, when these were the moments leading up to the university of their one-year marriage. Instead of celebrating or having a romantic dinner, Asta must be bothered with his broken heart because of the man of 35 years.
A spotlight of lights seemed to slowly appear from a distance. The latest saloon car appeared. Yeah, Arga's home.
The previously lethargic face now changed sumringah. Asta rushed out of the room to. Down the brown turnstiles in that luxurious house.
Suddenly his steps stopped, he looked closely at the husband who entered the house with a staggering walk. Next to him a beautiful woman nun sexy to fill him, while Vishnu walk behind them.
Asta's tongue was no longer able to speak. What's the matter? What did Arga do? Who is the beautiful woman who has filled him? Bad thoughts are moving Asta's brain. As if he could feel something bad.
The woman placed Arga on the living room sofa, while Arga looked unconscious and continued to rummage endlessly. When he looked at his wife's face his eyes closed half and said. "Darling, you haven't slept? Do not think much, later our child who is in the stomach comes with the strings.
Asta stared flat at the face of the husband who continued to fuss. Sometimes he glanced at the woman who came with Arga. Vishnu seemed to feel the hardness of Asta so he explained a little about the origin of the woman.
"Sorry Madam, Fiona's introduction he is Mr. new secretary. The arga?"
"Secretary?" asta replied frowning in astonishment. The atmosphere of the house felt dark instantly because it seemed to know if Asta's heart was being filled with anger.
With a little doubt Vishnu answered the words of his Boss. "Yes, Madam."
"Then what's for you here? Wh-wh-what for? And why should there be another secretary?" Asta's eyes continued to scan towards Fiona as if she was stripping the beautiful woman bare.
"Sorry Mrs Asta, Vishnu has long been a confidant of Arga, while I am a secretary of office affairs" Fiona explained confidently.
Asta looked at Vishnu with a grinning look. "If you can't handle your job, you better quit now! And let me find your replacement!" Asta's voice grew higher with annoyance.
Vishnu lowered his head to apologize to this pregnant woman before him. "I'm sorry, Madam. This is a direct order from Mr. Arga."
"Then what is this? Why did he become like this?!" asta asked started to get angry, her voice remained elevated even her face was flushed red.
"Mrs. Arga goes to a karaoke place to welcome Fiona, then unknowingly drinks and gets drunk."
Asta crossed her arms, then stared irritatedly at Arga's disheveled body. He slightly sharpened his sense of smell by sniffing Arga's body, smelling the smell of alcohol there. "Eummmhh ...." Asta flapped his hand towards his own nose. "You once were you, Arga!" exciting Asta.
"Please take care of your boss, I better go to bed. It's free for me to wait until this late. But I was only given the disappointment pill. Then he went up the stairs and went up to the room.
"Arga's disease began to recur, he returned to his old habits. It's annoying, it's better tomorrow I just leave this house," Asta muttered annoyed.
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Meanwhile.
"How's my acting?" ask Arga to his men.
"What an epic play, Mr. You are indeed the master," replied Vishnu.
"But it looks like you're in big trouble, mr." - timpal Adamson.
Arga nodded. "Yes, I get it" replied Arga briefly.
Arga glanced towards the clock that was coiling on his right wrist. "At 23:50 it seems like the perfect time to surprise my little baby" Arga said.
Before long a servant appeared carrying a beautiful pink tart bread, Asta's favorite color, then handed the tart to Arga.
"Let's come with me! I can't take the pregnant woman's anger alone" Arga ordered.
It seems that Arga is also afraid of Asta's wrath if he is angry.
They walked slowly towards the second floor. And before long they reached the door of the large brown room located in the corner. The atmosphere seemed tense as they were afraid of Asta.
Arga who was in the front row opened the door slowly. The room lights are turned off to make it pitch dark and leave only dim sleep lights near the bed. Arga asks Adamson to light a number one candle that has not been turned on since.
He was afraid that Asta would spill his anger this time.
Arga gave his aba-aba to his subordinates.
"one ... two .. three ..." whispered Arga.
"Happy wedding anniversary, dear," said Arga. Vishnu turned on Arga's room lamp.
Asta flinched with their presence, lying under a blanket behind them.
While Arga and his subordinates threw one another a glance in confusion, looking at Asta. Arga handed over the tart to Vishnu. Then approach the body of the pregnant woman.
"Honey," said Arga holding the wife's shoulder.
Tears flowed down Asta's cheeks. "Darling, I'm sorry" said Arga once again.
"Go you! Have fun with your new secretary!" Asta cried, angry.
"I'm sorry baby, I was just messing around" Arga said regretfully.
"You think my heart is just a toy, ha?!"
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Wait for the next part.
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I'm pensive
Staring at the black stains
As the lake was calm
Judging me who was silent
Waiting in fret and agitation
The rest of the hands are covered in blood
In the silent witness of red earth
Waiting for the arrival of makamah
Mirror Life….
Expand white recognition screen
Which is nature's secret
In darkness and silence
Crimped clear glass
The end of hope is not visible
When I reflect back
I returned silent
Someones
July 6, 2020
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