Change of Mind
Dego Alfianta's

"What is your business? They told us to call her mami" Rasya replied.

"Cih, you don't know shame" still looked at Rasya not like.

Rasya no longer knows what to do. He is very angry with people who interfere with his affairs. Not just him, maybe everyone will feel that way.

"Uuhhhh. Well I conclude that you are envious. Or you don't have a job so want to bother me? Oh, you don't have to thank me for filling your time. Hehe. I am so sincere!" rasha said with a smile and left the brengs*k.

You suck - Rasya.

Plastered

Rasya was slapped by the circumstances because he met earlier was Ceo overseas company that helped his company.

Rasya turned his back to apologize to the man. Do not let their company relationship be damaged because of him.

"THE NEXT WAY IS THE WELCOME THAT WILL BE DONE BY OUR DIRECTOR. TO MR. HERMAN, WE PROCEED WITH ALL DUE RESPECT"

Rasya ran towards the side of the podium as the welcoming event was about to begin. He stood there waiting for Mr. Herman.

"What's this about? why is he also coming beside the master" Rasya said in disbelief.

The man walked along with Mr. Herman and stopped and stood beside him. He raised his eyebrows looking at the arrogant Rasya.

"Come Rasya!" take Mr. Herman to the stage. Rasya followed him from behind while the guy was still in his place.

Rasya stood on the stage staring at his master in awe in front of him. Not to forget he gave an applause when he finished his inspirational speech.

Now he is moved to remember his story for five years struggling to achieve success. A tear came out of his eyes. He raised his hand to gently sweep away his precious tears.

"That is my age that is old. Officially I introduced and gave my post to my son DEGO ALFIANTA" everyone gave a standing ovation.

Whatisthis? so the Ceo we've been working with is his son? die me after this - Rasya.

He wiped his tears rough. Her tears did not fall at the right time.

Event finished. He did not have time to talk to Mr. Herman because of the number of guests he had to greet.

"Master. Why didn't you tell me you had a child?" rasha asked as they returned to the waiting room.

"You don't think anything of Rasya" Mr. Herman stopped and smiled at him.

Mr. Herman held both of Rasya's shoulders calm. "The reason papi kept this a secret to you is papi doesn't want your memories with Rian to be tipped back. Rian is also our son"

Rasya lowered his head.

"It's for your own good, too. Papi hopes you can work with Dego in the future in the company"

Herman hugged Rasya because Rasya's countenance changed after hearing Rian's name. "Never disappoint Rian. Didn't you ever bet who used to be successful and happy with the people around you?"

Rasya's tears began to fall on Herman's shoulders. He held back his crying. They broke the hug. Mr. Herman again held both shoulders.

"You have now succeeded even though Rian is not beside you. Rian must be so happy and proud of you. So be happy as he wishes" Herman stroked Rasya's back and invited him to meet their other members.

Rasya wiped his tears. Do not let the look of his sad face seen by David, Devan, aunt Sela who now he called mami, let alone his son, Mr. Herman. He did not want the man to look down on him.

Rasya was surprised to find the annoying guy laughing with his aunt Sela and her two younger siblings.

...***...

"MAY YOU BE HAPPY THERE!!!" david yelled as he flickered and waved his hand. Seemed mami Sela replied to David by waving her hand from the car window.

The company has been given to Mr. Dego. Feeling that the task is done. Finally, Mr. Herman decided to live in the countryside enjoying his old age with his wife.

"Huh, my mom left us. Now even mami and papi" annoyed David.

"We were destined to be independent" Devan patted David on the shoulder several times before they finally returned to the boarding house.

"I'm very hungry. Please cook spaghetti, saute kale, and roasted chicken. Then immediately deliver to my apartment" said Mr. Dego firmly.

Rasya looked at master Dego in disbelief. "Can we just order it. I'm already quite tired now because all day packing the transfer items" Rasya flat

"I said I was" Mr. Dego looked at Rasya ferociously and left.

Rasya rolled his eyes lazily. " Why don't you just hire a maid and move to a bigger and more luxurious house. Your money is abundant "Racya is still flat.

Mr. Dego is not a bully. He continued walking while checking the data on his HP.

Rasya was very upset because he was not responded. He kicked the wind. "BOS SIALAAAAAN" he screamed hysterically while jumping up and down, but still wished Mr. Dego had not heard him.

Patience Rasya, patience. Remember, always professional. He's your boss's candidate. Your finances are in his hands - His heart patted his chest a few times.

...***...

Shit again. Just now that he wanted to greet his boss for a ride, Mr. Dego had already driven his car. Fates changed. He misses Mr. Herman who is always waiting and giving him a ride.

Now Rasya understands. Only taxis can understand the circumstances.

"To my room"

Just a moment Rasya wanted to sit his ass on the chair perfectly, the goddamn boss already rubbed his ears through an automatic phone in front of him.

Rasya entered the Ceo room politely. Not to forget he bowed for a moment a sign of respect.

"Why don't you just enter my room when you arrive? Wasn't this my first day at work? You should have served me first" our Ceo ces-cos.

Remember. Don't give any reason when it comes to abnormal bosses. Surely he did not want to listen - Rasya.

"I'm sorry sir. Is there anything you need?"

"Sir? you called me sir when the others called me sir? Heh. Repeat your question and call me master" Mr. Dego let out a grin.

Rasya threw away a little face. "My master is only one Mr. Herman. Anyway I'm not calling you master when you treat me like a dog"

Mr. Dego almost chuckled. But he held it. The atmosphere was definitely irrelevant as what he was laughing at was a human in professional fashion.

"You so call me handsome sir when we're both"

"Sorry Sir. But the most handsome person to me there are only twelve people. My papa, Radika, Devan, David, papi, and my seven idols"

Mr. Dego clutches his hand firmly on his desk.

"If handsome sir can't either, then call me dear sir"