CEO of Gondrong That, My Husband.
Galak Lion!

Still with a look of annoyance, Dara continued her steps. Said the security guard who stood guard in the main lobby of the large company, the CEO's room was in the middle of the building. He immediately contacted Mr. Mario considering the lack of information he got about this new boss.

"Hallo, Mr Mario?" greet Dara as soon as her phone connection is lifted.

"Yes Dara, have you met Mr Bagas?" ask Mario enthusiastically.

"Not yet, Mr. Mario. Even I met OB gondrong sucks." grumbled Dara. I heard Mario giggling at the other end of the phone.

"So what interests are you calling me now, Ra?" ask Mario again.

"Sir, how could I deg-degan yes. I think I am not able to carry out this noble task. So I declare that I have failed before the war, sir." said Dara confidently.

Mario laughed heartily at Dara's uninterrupted chattering.

"You, just met the guy yet. But I gave up first. Dara, this is a direct order from Mr. Benjamin. You want the company branch here closed because you gave up first. You don't feel sorry for your friends who are about to lose their jobs?" persuade Mario.

Hearing that, inevitably Dara finally relented as well. He came back to the plan, which was to make his own boss who would return him to Malang.

After turning off the phone, Dara went to the receptionist who immediately looked at her from top to bottom.

"Sorry, who do you want to see?" ask the well-worn woman. He saw Dara's neat appearance with a rather oversized shirt and also a black knee-length skirt. Also with glasses that sweeten his appearance.

"Let her into Bagas' room." the voice made the receptionist immediately look behind Dara standing at this moment. It was as if Mr. Benjamin was staring at the two. He smiled at Dara.

"Well, sir." said the receptionist obediently. He immediately directed Dara to the room Bagas who was deserted because it had been left by its owner.

Not long after, as he had just landed his butt onto the soft sofa that was there, Mr. Benjamin walked in. Dara immediately stood up.

"It's okay, sit down." Benjamin said, letting Dara sit down.

"Thank you, Mister. I'm Miya Andara. I was transferred from Malang to Jakarta." said Dara while bowing his head a little.

"I already know. Thank you for coming here." replied Mr. Benjamin.

I had to, Sir. Believe that. Dara.

"So, what are my positions and duties while in Jakarta, sir?" ask Dara.

"You're here to be my son's secretary. Your main task is to expel the women that my children often bring to this place. You gotit?"

"Huh? is there really such a task, sir?" asked Dara with a gawking look. Of course he's confused. Time he had to expel every woman who came to this room.

"I mean, any woman who has no interest here. My son is a wayward man. He likes to bring women into this room. I'm afraid that shit will happen if he keeps doing that. You will pay me a huge salary. Five times your salary when in Malang." explained Mr. Benjamin at length.

Dara rounded her eyes. Will he really get a big salary? was it really five times his salary? thinking of that made Dara forget her plan to fail this mission.

He had imagined being able to save a lot of money and buy the father of the car. From a long time ago, his father was eager to have another car after previously they had to sell their only car for the cost of operating mother first.

"That's four." exclaimed Ben as he patted his own eel.

"Oh yes, sir." said Dara after he saw his four fingers standing. Apparently, Ben would love that unique girl. He didn't choose the wrong secretary for his mischievous son.

"You can wait here, my son will be here soon. That's your table's set up." Mr. Benjamin pointed to a desk and a work chair not far from Bagas' oversized desk and chair.

Finally Dara lived alone in the spacious room. He spread his eyes around. This room is so comfortable. Dara was stunned staring at a room with a door on the other side of the place. It looks like a room.

"What should I do, the boss is not there." sis Dara was troubled. He could at least relax like that. So to drive out the burnout while waiting for the CEO of the company to come, Dara began to open the phone.

His smile and laughter instantly expanded as he looked at his photos with other employees in Malang in the group. One day he missed his friends.

Replying to the photos, Dara finally took a picture of her smiling sweetly in the CEO's room. He posed in various styles and sent his shots in the group.

Crazy, really cool room. The photo soon flooded the comments.

Yes, my work desk is one room with the CEO. reply Dara also in the same comment column.

It's crazy to be Daraaaaaaaaa. Aaaaaa I would too. Niar's comments only reply to laughing emoticons by Dara.

Eh Dara, you don't wear sexy clothes, later you become a playboy boss. Angga's comments stole Dara's attention instantly. He immediately stared at his simple and ordinary look with an oversized shirt.

Relax, be safe. Dara replied to Angga's comment.

Suddenly, Dara Kebelet wants to pee. He was confused to go out to look for a toilet while his urine was at the end. Finally Dara ventured into the CEO's bathroom which was very comfortable.

Dara looked amazed at the interior design of the toilet. However, just as he was about to throw the tissue into the trash after cleaning his hands, he was wide-eyed to see a red bra lying there.

"Well, this is his CEO really perverted." ends Dara while staring amusedly at the Bra.

Dara immediately came out of the bathroom and she heard the door open. Looks like someone went in.

Dara and the man who had just entered were both jolted. Then as if without further ado, Dara immediately approached the man and then beat the body of the man with his bag.

"Basic crocodile Gondrong. This is your reply yes. Rasayn!" said Dara mercilessly while continuing to hit that tall body.

" Woi crazy chick! Betty Lapea's! fierce lion! Why are you here?!" said the man while continuing to resist Dara's attack.

" Mister Bagas?"

The voice of one of the staff stopped Dara's movement. He looked at the woman who was carrying the report file and the gondrong crocodile took turns.

"Couldn't you have been persecuting the CEO here?!" bagas said with a grin. While Dara could only squeeze her hands that were starting to get cold hot.

Die to me, Lord. I will really fail before war. Sighed Dara with an unpleasant smile on Mr. Bagas Gumilang. The Crocodile Gondrong.