Dear, Mr. Boss
Chapter 3. Stella's?

Saranghey.

The word seemed to ring in Shaka's head shortly after he had slumped on a king-size bed in his apartment. And that, managed to make his lips review a thin smile.

Shaka sighed slowly, then got up towards the bathroom to clean himself up. Not long after, Shaka finished and immediately put on a change of clothes. Just now Shaka was about to lay down a body, his apartment bell clanking.

By force, Shaka undoes the intention and then walks towards the door. He regrets allowing Ron to go on a Sunday night date with his girlfriend. Supposedly, the task of opening the door would not be his responsibility if there was Ron.

Chequek.

The door finally opened and featured a middle-aged man that Shaka had once avoided. Men who have a similar face line to him and almost the same height. "Saka? How you doing?" ask the man who is none other than Shaka's father, Gunardi Virendra.

"Better than when living with you," replied Shaka smiled slanted, very different from Mr. Gunardi who just smiled warmly at the child. Being stared at, just throw your face and grimace.

"Can Papa come in?" gunardi asked expectantly. Shaka looked at his father and said. "There's no important business between us. Better, just take care of the good name and business, you," Anger and disappointment instantly re-enter the deepest recesses.

Before Shaka is truly released to do what he should not, it is better to end the unexpected meeting. "Please get out of here before I expel you dishonorably" Shaka said.

Mr. Gunardi smiled wistfully, not at all angry with the attitude of the Son. "Alright, Papa will get out of here. Thank you for going to see Papa," said Mr. Gunardi staring fixedly at his son.

Without waiting for Mr. Gunardi to leave, Shaka immediately closed the door of his apartment. Anger instantly mastered to make Shaka want to slam whatever is around him.

However, Shaka has not been able to vent anger, the bell rang again. Shaka clenched his hands together with his jaws hardened, assuming that the one who struck the bell was still the same person.

Roughly, Shaka opened the door again. When the door opened, the emotion that had been ignited immediately evaporated somewhere. "Why?" shaka asked with maintaining his flat face, he let out a rough breath.

"Sir, I want to deliver the rest of the files that have been done," said Stella with her innocent face and managed to make Shaka stunned for a few seconds. However, he again put on a flat face before Stella realized it.

Yeah, the one who came to her apartment was Stella. Not knowing where the address of his apartment came from, Shaka did not care much. "Where?" shaka asked cuek as he raised his hand in front of Stella.

Stella took a few steps back by hiding the file on her back. "Wait a minute, sir. Don't be too hasty" Stella said with a sly smile.

"alright, Sir. But ...." Stella deliberately hangs her sentence so that Shaka gets more curious and shows her regretful expression. However, reality did not match expectations because at this time Shaka looks ordinary with his flat expression.

The lips that were originally pulled upwards, now returned to their original place. "Give me a question, sir. So you're not curious?" stella asked again with pouting lips. "What?" ask Shaka at the end.

Stella laughed happily while clapping her hands. "Finally the father replied as well," his excitement that only Shaka responded with a snort. "Quick say! Don't waste my precious time!" ketus Shaka was feeling panted

Unperturbed by her boss's dislike, Stella cleared her throat to say her wish. "Try the lips of the Father are pulled up," orders Stella trap which unfortunately Shaka did for not wanting to linger with the girl in front of him.

Be Shaka commenting on a little smile that he is not aware of. Stella smiled and said again. "Try to be pulled up a little bit more, sir, let it fit" Stella said as she raised her eyebrows.

And foolishly, Shaka again raised his lips to form a charming smile. Stella was fascinated for quite a while, Shaka was really handsome when smiling like that.

Shaka, who was made aware of having been fooled, immediately turned his face flat and grabbed the file in Stella's hand by force and closed the door of his apartment violently. "Damn it! That girl can drive me crazy for a long time" Shaka murmured while grabbing her hair in frustration.

Then, Shaka walked into his room again. Tomorrow, Shaka will scold Ronald for leaving him alone and having to face two people who ignited his emotions.

Shaka decided to wash his face again. Maybe that way, he'll be a little calmer. After washing her face, Shaka returned to her room to check her phone.

The clock has shown at nine o'clock exactly, Shaka re-encrusted his body with an uncomfortable mind. He was trying to figure out what made him uncomfortable.

Plaque.

Shaka patted his head when he realized what he had forgotten. He took the car keys and snatched his original jacket. Then, Shaka walked out to head to the ground floor with a wobbly head looking for someone.

However, Shaka does not see the whereabouts of the girl who recently came to his apartment. "What's that fast?" shaka muttered in disbelief. Then, Shaka walks to the parking lot to immediately drive his car.

When the car had just walked about a hundred meters, Shaka's eyes saw Stella who was currently laughing happily with the grin seller. "Good God, that girl! Doesn't he know it's night?" muttered Shaka felt annoyed and immediately parked his car on the side of the road.

After succeeding, Shaka hurriedly walked over to Stella who was currently unaware of her presence. "Stella?" call Shaka who managed to make the girl turn her head with a surprised look also confused.