Hate to Get Married
Not allowed to leave

With a smile back, Mitha finally stepped back to Lucas' desk, grabbed the AC remote with a little rough, then turned on the AC at Lucas' request.

“Already sir!” Mitha said, putting the AC remote back on the table.

“Oh yes, please all the window curtains dong! because I don't like a room that's covered like this, impressed crushes. I prefer a room that is naturally bright from the Sun.” Pinta Lucas smiled again.

“Gorden this window also has a remote, so you can press the button yourself. And here's the remote.” Mitha put the small remote in front of Lucas.

“Haaaiiss, is it hard to just push the doang button???” Lucas complained that he seemed to deliberately want to make Mitha upset, though,

Not only that, Lucas even deliberately stalling so that Mitha could stay a little longer in his room.

But this time, it seems that Mitha can still hold back her anger, she finally complies with Lucas' wishes, pressing the button on the remote control and starting to make the curtains on the giant glass window began to slowly open.

“Naaahh gini is good.” Chirps Lucas who began to look contentedly around his new study.

At that time Mitha chose not to make a sound, again he only rotated his eyes, because he was really tired of seeing the behavior of Lucas that sucks.

“Now please open this laptop!” Pinta Lucas calmly glanced briefly at a laptop located on top of her desk.

Mitha again sighed harshly, she did not refute at all at that time, then began to step closer to the table, and immediately opened the laptop which was then closed.

“Idupin!” Pinta Lucas again.

Mitha was still patient and continued to follow Lucas' request. It made the distance between Mitha and Lucas who was sitting quietly in his chair, so it was quite close. The closer the distance between the two, the more real smell of perfume smell Vanilla from Mitha's body, to make Lucas so much more comfortable being nearby.

“Sial, why should he rent this anyway?!”  Lucas grumbled in his heart as he began to look fixedly at Mitha who was at his side.

At that time Lucas seemed to be washed away with the scent of Vanilla which seemed to continue to pass in the cavity of his nose. But the ease and the feeling of comfort only happened for a few moments, and eventually it had to fade away when Mitha suddenly stepped back a few steps from her desk and stood up straight again.

“Already sir!” Mitha flat said.

“Oh, eemm,, ok!” Replied Lucas who instantly snapped awkwardly.

“There again sir?” Mitha asked with a flat face even tended to be displeased when asking that.

Zayn who became a little flutter finally fell silent for a moment, quietly sighing in order to make himself calm again in front of Rhea.

"Huh, can't do this, can't!! Long time ago this girl, can lose my control!" Lucas murmured in his heart.

“Eemm, that's enough!" Lucas replied at last,

"Oh ok, if so excuse me sir." Mitha finally smiled and rushed to pass from the presence of the man who always made her rise in blood.

"Eh, wait! I haven't let you go!"

"Hmm why else, sir??!!" Mitha asked with great emphasis.

"I want to ask you something.” This time Lucas looked back at Mitha with a serious look.

“Ask what?” Mitha asked as she raised both eyebrows.

“Are you really not papa?” Lucas asked as he began leaning his body against the back of the chair.

"meaning?" Mitha this time looked a little confused.

"Your face looks pale."

Mitha finally understood now, but instead of answering, Mitha immediately snorted.

“You ask like that, does that mean you start worrying about me? ” Mitha also began to chuckle amusedly.

“Dih, absolutely no!” Firm Lucas.

“I nanya kecitu, because only this time I squirm a Secretary, but the appearance shabby kegini, not fresh!" Added again.

Mitha who heard that suddenly snorted annoyed as if she did not accept it, then prepared to vent the frustration that had been trying for her to be dim.

“Heh!! i..”

But Lucas as if not giving Mitha space to vent her emotions, he again cut Mitha's words quickly.

“Not both!!” Firm Mitha.

“Hey you should know how important it is to keep up appearances for a Secretary.”

Again and again, Mitha was increasingly made to grunt, she really could no longer stay still and let Lucas continue to oppress her.

“Sorry, dear Lucas Armando!!you don't have to teach me how to look good in the office, because I understand!”

“Oh yes??”

“Hemm, it seems like all these useless debates should end soon!! Then excuse me!” Mitha finally walked away.

But for the umpteenth time Lucas managed to thwart it.

“Heh! Who told you to go?!” Lucas Seru.

Mitha was getting more and more unable to bear, her emotions now seemed to be more and more explosive, this time she really wanted to punch the face of a man who was pretentious to her. He turned back, walked quickly to Lucas and began to paint his hands on his waist. His eyes seemed to emit a roaring fire, as if ready to burn and destroy the man who was in front of him.

“Heh! What is the matter with me ha?! I've been trying to stay patient to face your annoying behavior!” Ketus Mitha with a voice that began to rise.

"You want to make a storm?? Come on!! I'm not scared! I'm also not afraid that I should be fired for this matter!!" Mitha's increasingly impressed worship challenges Lucas.

Lucas snorted and smiled cynically.

“Wahh, try to see how this exemplary Secretary behaves!" Lucas rose from his seat, put both hands in his pants pocket so calmly, looking at Mitha.

"You realize who you're no longer dealing with??” Ask Lucas again but this time with a slower sound volume.

At that time Lucas seemed so calm to face Mitha who was overcome with emotion. The two are also in a position facing each other with a fairly close distance, staring at each other even though the gaze of both of them is different meaning.

Whoever you are, I, DONT, CARE!!” Ketus Mitha's.

Hearing that, strangely did not make Lucas angry, he just snorted and smiled thinly, somehow he was so fond of when he saw Mitha looking at him like that. In his eyes, Mitha was really a rare girl, very different from other girls who were actually sweet and not even a little aggressive to him.

“I suggest that you immediately recruit a personal Assistant or Secretary to serve you all the time!” Mitha said again.

“You don't need to teach me about that!”

“Yes, then find your own Secretary! And don't bother me anymore! Because I work for the CEO, not for the Director of finance!! You understand?!” Firmly Mitha who then immediately left just like that, leaving Lucas who at that time seemed still fixated with his words.

Mitha closed the door a little harshly, making Lucas who heard her snort and shake his head.

“That woman, there really was no fear, the talk was as if so make me feel challenged! Okay, we'll see!!" Lucas muttered alone.

“I will assure you, in the near future I will have a Secretary in accordance with what you suggested. And I'll make sure too, you won't be able to reject me again!!" He added, which then began to emit a smile.

Lucas sat back in his chair, looking once again at the workspace that still felt foreign to him.

While Mitha, she continued to step very quickly towards the elevator carrying her tight face,

“That man!! He can comment on my appearance! Who is he?!” Mitha grumbled in her heart.

Mitha continued to move quickly into her room, coincidentally at that time Ronald was also seen just coming out of her room.

“Hei Tha,”

“Pa, sir Ronald.” Said Mitha who was a little shocked while instantly stopping her steps.

“Where's Tha? Have you got Lucas already got everything he needs in his new room?”

“Su, already pack.” Mitha replied that she was actually less sure of her own answer.

“Eemm is good. Hopefully he feels at home here, Lucas finally wants to join this company, it's really my dream from the past.” Reveal Ronald with a smile.

“You also have to help him yes, I do not want him to feel difficulties at the beginning he worked here. I don't want him to change his mind and leave the company that was actually prepared for him. Do you understand Tha?” Add Ronald gently.

“Pa, understand sir.” Mitha nodded while displaying a smile of compulsion.

...Seriate…...