Dear, Mr. Boss
Chapter 21. The twins?

The night is getting late, but Stella has not been able to close her eyes. The night went slowly and his eyes did not feel sleepy at all.

Stella got up and grabbed her hair in frustration. "Why does the boss shitty think of it keep going anyway! I want to sleep well!" stella was angry at herself.

"In part, why should I be bothered by the Queen's words anyway? The reality is not like that. Argha! It's all because of the Queen!" nala shouted and then rubbed her face rough.

Nala picked up the phone lying on the floor next to her bed. He searches for Shaka's name there and intends to call her. However, when Nala's eyes are already faced with the owner of the number named Mr. Boss who is none other than Shaka.

Stella drew and exhaled several times before trying to contact her Master. However, fifteen minutes Stella gathered courage, as long as Stella never got it.

Finally, Stella chose to put her phone back. Perhaps, talking directly to Shaka is better than talking on the phone. Yes, tomorrow Nala will come early to the Young Master's apartment. Now, Nala must try to sleep so that not tomorrow her body can be fresher.

The sun shines when Stella reaches the door of Shaka's apartment. After gathering courage, Stella intends to press the bell but, it was done because the apartment door suddenly opened and showed a woman who ... Well-favoured.

Stella swallows the saliva with difficulty because behind the woman is Shaka who is bare-chested. Stella looks down when she meets Shaka. "I'm sorry for disturbing you in the morning. I'll talk later. Then, I say goodbye first," Stella said farewell and without waiting for a response, just passed to the parking lot.

Stella held onto her left chest. There are claustrophobic who try to be detained, there are disappointed who try to be muted and there are angry who try to be removed. "Why does it feel like this sick? Though I am no one who has the right to do anything," muttered Nala paused on the edge of his parked motorbike.

After successfully controlling herself, Stella runs her motorcycle to a place that is quite far from the office where she works. He chose not to enter today.

Think of Stella as a coward for not being able to meet her superiors. But what he feels is more important. Stella wanted to keep her heart from hurting too deeply.

Before arriving at her destination, Stella pulled off her bike and searched for a cell phone in her bag to contact Ana.

Tut's. Tut's. Tut's.

"Hallo?"

"lapsus. Please get me a license and hand it over to Mr. Shaka. I can't work today because I have to go somewhere,"

"Where? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Next time I'll tell you. Please make it?"

"alright. But remember, you still owe me a story,"

Eventually the phone closed. Stella took a deep breath and then returned to running her motorbike to a place she had not visited for a long time.

About two hours of motorbike travel with a speed of 140 km/h, finally Stella arrived at the destination. The place is a very large tea plantation and used as an aesthetic tourist spot. That's why so many young and young people who visit the place for recreation to relieve stress and fatigue that exist.

After the bike was parked, Stella chose to go through the tea plants and climb to the long bridge made of bamboo. There Stella stopped stepping and gazed at the scenery presented, beautifully stretched.

For a moment, the feeling of his heart slightly improved due to the surrounding atmosphere that was so soothing. Stella spread her hands beside the body then closed her eyes gently.

"Is it comfortable?" ask for a voice that does not know since when the owner has been behind Stella. Stella snorted softly, feeling her efforts came all the way here in vain because of being bullied by an unknown man.

Stella had no intention of replying and chose to distance herself however, it was all in vain as the man pulled his bag.

Stella frowned in wonder. "What's so funny? How's laughing?" stella did not think.

"No. I don't intend to pickpocket. I just want to say that I feel like our faces are very similar" said the man, looking over Stella's face.

Stella gawking. Be similar? Is that true? "After this, don't tell me we're a match" Stella said, guessing what the man in front of her would say.

"No. I'm just looking for my missing twin. When I look at you, it's like I see myself in you" said the man smiling.

"Oh sorry if I remind you of your twin figure," Stella replied feeling bad.

The man shook his head. "No problem. Did you come alone?" ask the man friendly.

Stella nodded. "Yes, I came alone,"

"Is it okay if I ask for your time to chat with me for a while?" the man pleaded.

Stella looked cuddled before answering. Spending time from running away with Tsmaoj's men isn't bad. "Alright," Stella replied in the end.

The man smiled widely. "Then we'll just sit there. I'll practice you" he said, making Stella's smile sparkle with sparkling eyes. Really, there is no most beautiful favor other than the pleasure of getting free.

"Oh yeah, we haven't gotten acquainted. What's your name?" ask the man was friendly after he managed to sit down and order coffee and snacks.

"I'm Crystella. Can be called Roses," said Stella giggled herself when remembering the origin of the name of the rose which has always been a pseudonym as a seller of borax meatballs.

"The truth ...." The man seemed to feel strange with his real name and the name of Stella who did not connect.

Stella burst into laughter as the man was easily deceived.

"Call me Stella. You, what's your name?" ask Stella.

"My name is Crystello—"

The two of them threw a glance at each other when they realized their names were almost similar. Just different letters behind.

"Correct?" Now it was Stella's turn to feel cheated.

"I just realized that our names are pretty much the same. But this is my real name. This is my ID card" said the man while showing his ID.

Stella looked at the card and read the date of birth. Nala was shaking her head, maybe all this was just a coincidence. "Our birth date is different" Stella said, then showed her identity card.

Both of them gave a crisp chuckle realizing that they were too ridiculous. Where are there twins who have been separated for a long time and rediscovered just because they have almost the same name?

"It seems, you've been too obsessed to find your twin. So, every time you hear a name or a face that looks like you, you assume and hope that it is your twin sister" Stella said at length.

"No problem. Hopefully quickly in the meeting with your twin yes," said Stella again encouraging.