Good Romance With My Bad Mafia
CHAPTRE 6

Yaya marched along with his other co-workers, the girl standing in the back row because she succumbed to her frenzied friends wanting to stand at the front.

"From now on, this factory will be more developed! I hope you all can work even harder" their boss said firmly and loudly echoing throughout the room. "There are many new targets that we will achieve, and today thank God we can be great donors, Mr. Roverald is willing to be a big boss in this factory"

Instantly the originally silent atmosphere turned slightly buzzing as the figure of the man in black clothes took a step forward, as if allowing all eyes to look at him. Yaya's heart is thousands of times faster than normal. He gaped at the figure, looking ahead there Arlan was smiling thinly looking at himself "he... Really crazy guy"

...****************...

"How many things have you prepared?"

Yaya stopped his steps, the girl put dozens of bags that he had ironed neatly on the table packing "Fatty-five pieces"

The man nodded, he began to take notes and then reached into the drawer containing money. Yaya waited with excitement, staring at the money sheet made his mood good "this is your wage" said the man gave the red sheet and other fractions on yaya.

"Thank you" Yaya put the money in a bag and left the place.

21.20 WIB, Yaya sighed tiredly, he stared at the cheap watch he was wearing at the moment. That's the first thing he bought on payday a few months ago, it looks bad and classless, but it doesn't matter, anyway he just needs the use of that thing, not his style.

"Away, angel?"

Yaya was imprisoned in shock, really beyond his expectations. Arlan was standing beside her with his hands holding the car keys, looking at yaya with a friendly face, eager to kick her face but he did not dare. Given now Arlan is very powerful in the factory where he sought sustenance.

"Why are you here?" tanya whispered, the girl glanced around her quiet, fortunately so yaya did not have to bother hiding from the gazes of her co-workers.

Arlan was silent, her face returning to flat mode "what's wrong with me being in my own factory?" arlan asked ketus making yaya shook his head in frustration.

"Ah, whatever... Never mind, I want to go home. Excuse me, honorable boss Arlan"

Yaya snorted annoyedly "stop bothering me! And I remember MY NAME IS NOT ANGEL!"

Arlan chuckled thinly looking at yaya's flushed face, eagerly wanting her to squeeze that face into her squashy rankings. Yaya frowned dislikely as Arlan took off his grasp and immediately squeezed his own suit on the chest "ah, I hurt. Can my employees curse their own boss?" he said with a jumawa look, about to kill the yaya.

"Crazy ground" spontaneous yaya chirps.

"Thank you" said Arlan with his rancid face.

"What is this you are?! Step aside, I want to go home" yaya pushed Arlan's shoulder away from her, but failing that, the man did not move at all from his place.

"Come home with me"

"No thanks"

"I'll drive you home, yaya" Arlan pressed back to hold the girl's arm.

Yaya clucked in annoyance "getaway! I can go home by myself!"

"Do you want me to fire?"

The movement suddenly stopped, he stared at the pias of the face, not believing the sentence that Arlan had just said, ralat—ancaman.the man had just threatened him!

"You're threatening me?" the girl did not think.

Arlan steadily nodded "choose, go home with me or..."

"I'm coming home with you!" the girl slurried quickly, making Arlan publish a smile of satisfaction.