Hot Duda: Love For Rangga
GR!

"I don't like the rain, I hate the rain."

Either a curse or just a spontaneous grunt that slid from my mouth, when I found out this afternoon it was raining very hard. The rainfall is getting closer and in the dark sky lightning is striking. Out there, I saw people running around to shelter everywhere, mostly while trying to protect their heads with just about anything.

For a moment I was stunned in the lobby of the office building, staring around with a giddy. Doubtful about making a decision. Do I have to go back to my room, or just wait in the lobby waiting for the rain to stop? Frankly, I really want to go somewhere soon, meet someone who is very much looking forward to my new status. Expecting kelajanganku. But I don't want to and will never want to break through the rain. Moreover, driving, I remind myself: driving when it rains has a huge risk of accidents and death.

"Better rain."

Suddenly I caught the sound of someone muttering. A familiar voice. Maybe he answered my grunt. I turned my face to the left of the sound source. Certainly not a stranger. That's Jessy, my beautiful secretary.

"You like the rain, Jess?" my many.

"Not really, sir."

"Why do you say it's better to rain if you don't like it yourself?" manya curious.

Jessy was busy opening her bag and pulled out a folding umbrella.

In recent days, thick cloudy always shrouded the sky of Jakarta, therefore, it is not strange that people have prepared a folding umbrella to anticipate the rain that often suddenly collapsed from the sky. As the saying goes: there are umbrellas before the rain, then they are people who are quite obedient to the saying. Including Jessy. And it turns out that this afternoon the rain is really watering the earth Jakarta. The saying is so efficacious for those who provide umbrellas before the rain.

"Mother needs an umbrella? Just wear mine."

Jessy held out a red folding umbrella with her left hand. His right hand held another umbrella. He was carrying two folding umbrellas. I noticed he seemed to want to lend her his umbrella to him sincerely.

Why the red color? my inner.

I'm shaking. "Trims, I don't need an umbrella. Let me wait for the rain to stop. I'm anti-break the rain."

Jessy was just a beard, probably interested in asking why, but she was disinclined. Might as well.

"I don't like visibility that gets blocked by rainfall. Moreover, the streets must have been jammed because of the flood."

Yeah, that's another reason besides the accident-prone risk. I did not mention my main reason so that I would not be impressed cowardly in front of the beautiful secretary. But I don't think so.

Jessy nodded her head in understanding, then she kept her two umbrella again. "Why is it all saved?" my many.

"Let me accompany you here."

Eh?

"meaning?"

Ughhhh! I think I'm starting to geer. I don't know why I smile so happily.

"Yes... When I let my boss here alone? I'm not good to leave you alone here."

Pleases... Rangga, don't geer. He was only diplomatic as a private secretary to superiors. Okay?!