I Hated My Boss
T I G A P U L U H D U A

Not intended to interfere with the time of the wife, Satya who was in the living room and seemed to be relaxing, now was right in front of the door of the wife's room that was open. The goal came to approach just because you want to ask about the food menu you want to eat for tonight.

Because all day they have been preoccupied with the wedding, although a little less because there is no reception, still arguably quite tiring. Especially considering that they do not have time to put food into the mouth. Since the event, they are always busy talking and receiving congratulations from invited guests.

Just want to knock on the door of the room, suddenly Nikita who has been seen finished changing clothes with more comfortable clothes, was already opening the door first. Nikita could tell the arrival of the husband, because while he was busy cleaning the makeup, right from the reflection of the mirror, he saw the figure of the husband who just kept peering from the door slit.

"What do you need?" Ask Nikita without a meaningful ado.

"Are you hungry?" Questions began to be thrown by the man who is now officially her husband.

Still rubbing her own face using cotton, intending to clean up the makeup, Nikita began to give a definite answer to questions that should not need to be thrown. Is now Nikita should revoke his judgment that had said that Satya including a man who is quite sensitive?

"Gue felt like such a thing did not need to be asked again," Nikita said with a flat face.

Already getting used to the way the wife talks, Satya can still look widening smile and soon followed by a question back. For dinner today, Satya will let the wife choose the food menu.

"What do you want to eat? You can say, I'll immediately order it," said Satya who of course was immediately welcomed by Nikita. It was great to hear the husband choose to ask first rather than directly ordering.

With a thin smile followed, Nikita began to tell about the food she wanted to order for dinner tonight. "Can't you have junk food? I again want to eat fried chicken cheese sauce," pinta Nikita hopes that his desire can be obeyed by the husband.

"OKAY. What part do you like fried chicken? Chest, wings, upper thighs or lower thighs?" Satya only intends to ensure that the food that will be ordered is in accordance with the wishes and choices of the wife.

"The upper thigh."

After getting an answer, Satya immediately nodded her head in a sign of understanding. Feeling unable to leave, Satya again asked a question. Who knows there is something else that the wife really wants to order.

"There's more, Princess?" Not without bad intentions, it's just that Satya also wants to have a little joke with his wife. At least in order to make the atmosphere slowly start to escape from awkwardness.

"Idihih.. use call the Princess all. You think being called like that can make my cheeks red? Oh yeah obviously not. Make me salting tuh need a struggle, not just a call like that!" Nikita's words are strangely inversely proportional to reality.

"May I tell you something?"

"What?"

"Have you cleared a blush on your cheek?"

"Why indeed?"

"Have it been cleaned yet?"

"It."

"How come it still looks red?" Satya wondered as she tried her best to hold back her smile.

"Surely it will be difficult to make you misbehave?" Satya's insinuation is so very upset Nikita.

"Solicit beating? The enemy of the same husband itself is not a wrong thing really," said Nikita who has now been seen folding both hands has been in front of the chest. His face also looked upset.

"Yes already. So, just want to order fried chicken or something else?" Satya asked back to the topic as her hands boldly began to swipe a glance at the tip of the head from the wife.

"Es vanilla cream one, same do not forget his cola drink," Nikita without hesitation adds to the order.

"Have you? Or do you want to go again?" Satya made sure.

"It's just that."

As if there were still things to ask again, before the husband went away, without a doubt Nikita began to throw a call that was quite loud. A call that could make the husband stop stepping and turn his back, back closer to Nikita.

"There's still more orders?" Satya tried to guess first.

"It's not about orders. I just want to ask you about stuff. When will it come?" Nikita said straight to the point.

"I've asked people to take your stuff. Maybe soon they will arrive, too," said Satya as if trying to calm the wife so as not to worry too much about her belongings.

"Gue hope the items come quickly," Nikita's expression like this is able to make a Satya began to be confused and feel that all the things prepared in the room were not able to satisfy the wife.

"Is there anything you need again?" Tanya Satya only intended to try to find out.

"none. I just miss the old stuff a little. I am not used to the new. Moreover, everything includes branded goods," said Nikita all of you give a satire to the husband.

Feeling that he had said all the things he wanted to get out, Nikita rushed back in the camp, passing by leaving the husband who happened to be still in his place.

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After knowing what the wife wants for dinner, without waiting too long again, Satya immediately took the phone and ordered all the food menu in accordance with what had been requested by Nikita.

In addition to ordering, Satya also gave a little request so that the food could arrive quickly. Because, he was so sure that the wife was hungry. Satya just doesn't intend to make Nikita wait for her food for too long.

Not fifteen minutes, Satya who is now sitting relaxed on the living room sofa while playing mobile phone, suddenly surprised by the sound of a doorbell that rings. Didn't expect that the order food would be delivered as fast as lightning. Is this called fast food?

With his broad steps, Satya began to approach the door of the house. Without wanting to make the deliveryman wait too long, he hurried to open the door. However, the estimates are so inaccurate. At first when he heard the sound of a bell that rang, Satya immediately thought that it was a food deliveryman. It turns out that what came was a freight courier.

"Is this really Mr Satya's house?" Ask the courier who was able to get a nod of the head from Satya.

"I came here just to deliver Miss Nikita's belongings" the courier told the destination of her arrival.

Not yet had time for Satya to say anything, the wife who had been in the room since, unexpectedly had now been standing right next to him. Of course, even though Nikita is not in the living room, the doorbell of this house can also be heard to the room.

"Finally came too. How long is it really? Even though I was waiting for her stuff," said Nikita while putting a signature on the receipt paper.

Actually without Nikita having to bother going down just to pick up the item, Satya could still represent. Are they not strangers here?

"Thank you, Mom!" Tukas Nikita who has finished signing the receipt note.

Already getting what was waiting for, without any words to the husband, Nikita would rather just pass by while carrying two suitcases containing all his goods. Why does Nikita seem to be obsessive about her stuff?

"Nika?" Call Satya who feels like trying to reprimand the behavior of the girl.

"Yes?" Fortunately, he still wants to talk.

"Would you just leave?" Satya asked a little. Shouldn't it be if he wanted to leave, there was a saying or something else?

"Yes. I want to directly unload the goods," he replied looking relaxed.

Sighing heavily, Satya began to tell her nicely to his wife. "If you want to go, don't play original nyelong. I'm still here. At least say excuse me."

Seriate...