Hot Duda: Love For Rangga
Red Rose

The next day, I intend to keep myself in the office. It's just, my intentions don't match what I really want. I was just about to leave, wasn't - I was about to go home - when I was only half an hour ago. If only Jessy and Roby had not happened to show up when I opened the door, I would have been home again. My steps were stifled because they wanted to meet and talk to me. To be exact -- Jessy, and Roby accompanied him. Read: representing Jessy conveys her request. Jessy was so scared. Just saying good morning, his voice was already shaking.

"We're here to talk about what we talked about yesterday. Jessy can still work here, right?" Roby.

I'm mangosteen. "What about...?"

"We're both getting married in two weeks."

I guess I should say wow! "Okay, good then."

"Yes, just a simple wedding. My family, Jessy's family, and office friends. Just a bad show."

I'm nodding. "OKAY. Jessy can still work. Maybe it's best after you get married that our secretary changes positions. For a week I plan to take a vacation first.

"Follow?"

"Picture it that way. I have a holiday first."

"Where are you going?"

"Don't kepo."

"Bikin' curious about you!"

"Can you just shut up?"

"Okay, okay."

"Jess?"

"Yes, Sir?"

I cleared my throat to start a conversation. "Over the next week, you inform and you teach Mr. Roby's secretary about all your work. And have him face Billy. I do not want to know, once I have returned to the office, he must understand and his performance must be as good as your performance. Understandable?"

"Good, Sir. I'll try to make it all work this week."

I'm nodding. "good. Is there anything else to discuss? There ain't? Goody. I'm gonna pull it out."

"Yes, we haven't answered."

"What?" roby asked as I looked back.

Smirked briefly. "Just to say, you can use my private room, just don't mess up. Okay?"

"Your marbles!"

A B C D bla.

On the way home, I stopped by the flower shop for a while. Real flowers, which are planted in pots. I chose a red rose that had already flowered. I thought, although Saints can't see it, but he can smell it.

"Hi," I said, upon my arrival in the master room and meeting Saints. Like yesterday, he was just listening to music, but this time without earphones. Aunt Merry and Anne are busy with their work in the kitchen.

The saint was busy tidying himself up. He was lying down before I knocked on the door. "Hi, Mister. Didn't you just go to the office, did you?"

Miss you.

Huh! If only I had the courage to say that.

"Sir, there seem to be many people. What's up, huh?" he asked when he heard the footsteps of those who brought me the rose pots I had bought and put them on my private veranda. "Rose flower?"

Again wow! His sense of hearing and smell is very sharp.

"Yes, red roses for you."

"to...me?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Red roses?"

"Yes. You like it, right? Or do you not like roses?"

"No, no, I mean. Of course I like. Thank you." Thank you."

Shake up. He smiled sincerely and his cheerfulness seemed to tickle my heart.