HELLO, MY BOSS!
Journey

The car drove at normal speed to the address of the clinic mister Tong Jay listed on his business card. Lisa glanced at the husband who looked calm driving, back again so Farhan the stone inscription that is always economical to talk.

If Lisa often sees a husband and wife who is always sweet in public, another case with her husband—Farhan. The man was still the same feet as before even though their bed was warmer than before. In fact, no word of love or affection ever uttered from Farhan's lips. Either their relationship is worth mentioning. I'd say no love, but Farhan's really enjoying each of their relationships. In love, Farhan never admitted it at all. Maybe you can only wait for the time that I don't know when.

Sometimes, Lisa feels jealous of the female characters in the drama and novel. Who is always spoiled and loved by the husband. Although she already knew the character of Farhan whose heart is a little less normal, Lisa still hopes that someday her husband will change.

"What are you thinking?" Farhan glanced a little, catching Lisa wet who had been watching him.

"I'm thinking about you" Lisa replied as she was.

"I'm next to you, why think of me? Just tell me what you want from me!" farhan Tukas. He does not want to get stale, say something clear if he wants to talk to Farhan.

"Why silence?" farhan asked impatiently. Lisa growled with a cruel look.

If I want love, can you give it to me? lisa's holding back her words.

"I just want to ask, besides the mother and the twins, does anyone else know about our marriage, sir?" lisa asked, just a prank to divert her raging heart.

"Of course there are, you know, Felix and Bryan I told you too."

"really?" I don't know why Lisa was a little happy to hear Farhan tell her marriage to the people closest to her. There is a sensation of relief that shows that their marriage is not too stealthy.

"Yes right. My adoptive parents' extended family will soon find out, too, because Cilla and Cello will definitely let them know if they're going to the main house."

"Ah, is that it?" the woman downtrodden—jengah.

"Yes. Do you want to have a wedding reception?" tanya Farhan offered.

"For now not yet" Lisa replied. Because he wants to hold his wedding reception if Farhan has already told him his love. The woman went back to silence and daydreamed. Until Farhan ventured to ask,

"Why daydream? Is there anything else you want?"

"I-I want ice-cold coconut," Lisa replied.

Farhan circulated his gaze to the right and left side of the road. See if there are any coconut icemen selling on the side of the road. "Es seems to be absent. If you wait patiently for us to find the nearest restaurant, then stop by for a while to drink coconut ice," said Farhan.

"Eh, no need. It'll be lunchtime soon, afraid we'll be there late, so we'll have to wait until lunchtime is over!" lisa reminded me. His head was gnawing, pushing down with his trademark cute pretentious face.

"Yes, wait to come home from there, then we find the coconut ice you want," said Farhan.

Lisa who felt that she did not want the coconut ice just pretended to nod in agreement.

Silent moment.

Lisa opened her phone to check for incoming messages. It turned out to be empty like a haunted house that had no inhabitants. Except High School groups and campus groups that are always crowded with unclear chats.

Lisa looked at Farhan back. "Mas Al," call Lisa cute. His voice softened. Making Farhan a little nervous to hear a call that was still unfamiliar caught his ear.

"What?" farhan replied flatly as usual.

Lisa folded her lips inward. His nose was slightly snorted because Farhan was always sniffing. "I just want to make sure one more time, are you seriously going to that clinic? People like you, you know. So I wonder what reason you insist on coming to such a place? I banned it and said there was no need."

"You're the Reason."

"I did that for my wife. Who else is it for?" Farhan said with cynical eyes to let Lisa understand what she was saying.

"Ah, for your wife yes ...." Lisa squeezed his fingers. Feeling a little embarrassed to hear Farhan's generous statement. There is no romantic tone there, the nameun successfully made Lisa's heart float up to the seventh sky.

"Then I want to see the reviuw visitors of Tong Jay mister Clinic first. Don't let us regret having been there." Lisa opens her phone screen to look for information about the clinic.

"What?" Woman screams suddenly. Farhan surprised and stopped his car on the side of the road.

"What's wrong?" farhan asked confusedly. The car had pulled over perfectly, lucky they were passing through a deserted complex. It doesn't matter if you stop for a moment.

"Easy." Lisa grinned at the horse.

"What?"

"This loh, based on the reviuw that I read, he said for one consultation to mister Tong Jaynya directly up to 12 million. But there are a few assistants who help. If the same assistant is somewhat skewed in price," Lisa explained. The typical irit soul of her mother began to develop rapidly. Although Farhan is rich, Lisa still feels sorry if she has to give up that much money just for one meeting. Moreover, the place is just a clinic.

Farhan approached, followed by looking at Lisa's phone screen while pinching the child's cheek—gemas. "Don't look at the price. Try to check reviuw accurately and the satisfaction of their customers first."

"Eh yes." Lisa started scrolling down. Read one by one the impressions and messages of Mister Tong Jay clinic customers carefully.

"Try to see this." Lisa pointed her phone screen to Farhan's face. "Say the clinic is quite famous, there are levels 3 to ten in serving its customers. If it's three, it's a lower class specialty, and if level 10 it's a high-end specialty where patients are handled directly by clinic owner—mister Tong Jay. A lot of artists and officials are going there too, and he says their privacy is safe."

"Then we choose level 10 only. Don't think about the price."

Lisa nodded in agreement. He started reading another review on the clinic's website.

"Say the clinic can also tighten and enlarge breasts, Mas!" Lisa turned to Farhan who had put his seatbelt back on.

"Continue?"

"Can I raise my breasts?"

At once Farhan's eyes glared. "Don't fuck around. Do you want to go around carrying two coconuts?" gertak Farhan did not accept.

For him, that was enough. Too big will be striking and grab the attention of other men. Farhan doesn't like it, and doesn't want it until it happens.

"Not a big bagusan? Ukh, you miserly gentleman Mr. Farhan," Lisa sneered.

"We're just going there to address my complaint. You're quite the loyal aide behind me" Farhan replied no less cynically.

"Don't try to raise without my permission," Farhan threatened, his eyes bulging and barely dislodged. Scary as Da'jal's eyes in the painting.

"Yes .. yes. Not going to get big, mending me a machine all of you let you feel lost," Lisa's whistle.

Farhan. Stiff and back incarnated into stone breathing.

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Sorry yeah, I'm sick again, so I haven't been able to up my usual kayak routine. Don't forget to vote, let me smile 🤩🤩