Leaning Sweet Me
Tiwi Action

After his business was finished on the campus, Farrel returned to the office. Doni drove his car at a moderate speed. Mac is currently accompanying Alan.

The increasingly congested roads keep them stuck in traffic. Doni turned on his car tape and chose his favorite song.

"Boss, it's been a while since we've had so much fun, I think my life is getting busier now." said Doni, chuckling.

Farrel who was beside him sighed, he leaned his head against the chair.

"You just worked about a week ago, but you talk like you've been for decades! What news with me that increasingly do not have time to just channel hobbies," said Farrel with closed eyes.

Doni was still fiddling with his car tape, looking for a song that would suit him. "It's a good thing I'm not a rich man" he murmured.

"Are you not going to be rich?how about we switch positions all day, I'm tired!" Farrel still closed his eyes.

"Nih people start ngaco!" Doni shook his head.

The current car rate is just creeping, the sound of horn is still heard roaring against each other.

"People on bego! already know the streets are jammed, still continue to sound the horn," said Doni.

"Is the task I gave you done?" sela Farrel still closed her eyes.

Doni shook his head, although Farrel did not see it, "It still takes Rel time, my task is a little complicated."

"What a hard thing, rather than that!"

Doni turned his head, "That's how, have people search for rare items once it takes time. You're good at just giving me the sketches."

"Do you think sketching that big is easy?" this time Farrell opened his eyes.

Doni giggled, "Look, people make him use love," he said.

"Damn it!" Farrel.

"Some of it, why not buy what cake, yacht cake, mansion cake, this even makes something complicated." Doni shakes his shoulders.

"You won't understand the art, not everyone likes money!" Farrel defended himself.

"There's a fucking art!" cibir Doni with both eyebrows he lowered.

Farrel pushed Doni's new window to the corner of his car window, "Damn it!"

Then they laughed together.

While at the office

"Mettasha, Mr Farrel hasn't come yet?" tiwi said by confirming his glasses attached to the base of his nose.

Metta turned to Tiwi, with her eyes sharpened as if asking "Ngapain nanyain girlfriend!"

"Heh, even doang! haven't you come yet?"

Metta shrugged her shoulders, "Just look for it yourself!" then leave.

"Damn no one, no one wants to be close to him" said Tiwi.

Not long after Farrel and Doni reached the office, they went straight into the general division building. When passing through the employees Farrel directly fixed on the table Metta which turned out to be empty, the,

"Where's brother."

Farrel glanced at the watch that was coiled around his wrist. While the employees who saw him came in to say hello to them.

"For Mr."

"Prince Sir."

The words of them were different, but Farrel only regarded them with a nod. While Tiwi was ringing when she saw Farrel who had just come.

Doni opened the door, let Farrel in first and he followed into his room.

"His son really became the boss, greeted every day, greeted by the smile of employees, let alone employees of beautiful girls uuhh." he lamented Doni while closing the door.

Farrel frowned, "You want to try? the same responsibility and all the difficulties!"

"Oh, of course not. I prefer the sound of applause when riding on the podium no 1 in Esport," he said with repeated hand movements.

Farrel turned his body, "Well, I just remembered, what about Andra? Do you think he'll make it if his arm still hasn't healed completely?"

"Just calm down, there's still time until the competition takes place, and Andra is quite potential. Just have to keep training."

"Give him to you!" with chuckles.

"Damn it!" Doni chuckled.

"Of course, let's work! I'm gonna have to go to the head office to see Dad soon."

Doni nodded, he opened his agenda today and checked what his best friend and boss had to do.

"Today there is only a meeting with the procurement staff and also later in the afternoon there is 1 meeting outside."

"Well," Farrel sat in his seat of power and examined the files he had stacked on his desk.

"You want me to make you some coffee, boss?"

Farrel raised the corner of his lips up, "No, my lover will make it, no, no,"

"Now, one of your activities! I still get to meet him every day."

Farrel chuckled but he kept a fixed view on the file he was checking.

While Metta stirred up the coffelatte he made for Farrel, "Done ...Eeumh" Metta inhaled a bursting scent in her glass.

"Yes, yes who makes her use of it dear will not be a match for anything," said Dinda who suddenly appeared from behind.

Metta was shocked, and looked back, "Gosh, a ghost has suddenly appeared!"

Dinda patted his best friend's arm, "Heh, just haphazardly speaking! basic Shaun already bucin the same in droves," he sneered.

Metta pulled Dinda's hair softly, "Glass woi!" then stepped out of the pantry with the coffee cup he was carrying.

But suddenly he crossed paths with Tiwi when he was about to return to his room,

"Eh Sha, that's for Mr. Farrel, right? Here let me take it, all I want to give my report," he said with a heavy hand.

Metta fused his eyebrows together, "Let me be, after all, this is not your job!" he said with a ketus.

"It's okay guys, so you'll just sit down and finish your job, won't there be a meeting with the warehouse staff?" Tiwi said convincingly.

"It's true, after all, if I keep on making out, they'll get suspicious."

"You're right, you're the one who ran into his room, and don't forget there's his assistant, too, I haven't offered!" Metta said at the end.

Tiwi brandished her thumb, "Beres ..."

Then Tiwi took the tray from Metta and stepped into Farrel's room. Tiwi tidied up her skirt first before knocking on the door.

Tok

Tok

But there was no answer from within, Tiwi took the initiative to just go straight in. He opened the door and sauntered in, not forgetting that he locked it, and then rang.

Tiwi put her foot on Farrel's desk, "Sorry Mr. Farrel, I brought coffee for you, sir,"

But the chair he used to sit on turned back so that Tiwi did not see Farrel. Tiwi got closer to the chair seductively. He stepped like a model.

With how dare Tiwi hand down the seat pad, "Pak El is doing what?" he said softly with a voice that was deliberately made to tease.

But still there was no answer from Farrel, who sounded only a small deheman and also his breathing.

"It looks like Mr. El is tired, what do I want to massage." His voice was getting quieter, plus Tiwi's hands began to spread on his shoulders from behind.

"Oh... Shi 't. " Sheer slowly.

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