Leaning Sweet Me
Head of the new Division

Farrel has not yet returned home, there is something to take care of about his work at the office, Alan is busy, even, some days he is absent from the office because of some affairs related to his own company.

Andra has recovered and has been allowed to go home, while Metta is again preoccupied by several job reports, until almost every day home late.

Today the atmosphere of the office suddenly boisterous, after the position of the head of the division is quite empty, only representatives from the marketing division who handle the work, as well as employees had speculated about a suitable candidate to replace Bastian. Pick push and even singleness becomes a common thing in a company.

And today, their speculation was broken by the announcement of the impending arrival of a new division head. And a black car stopped in front of the entrance.

"Let's guess, our division heads are female or male" Dinda told her roommates.

"Gue sure hopes men yes,"

"What if you want a man, huh?"

"Yes, once was my soul mate, we don't know, right,?

Some are giggling but some are lazy.

"I don't think I've got a boss like yesterday know not."

"No idea, ppfftt." said Dinda."Look out loe," replied his partner again.

While Metta was just kidding, occasionally laughing slowly when something was funny. They come back please be anxious when the car that has been parked, but nothing comes out of it.

"What old man is young,? elbow Granted on Metta's arm.

"Just like, want old want young job I keep gini gini aja." Metta said that he did not turn his eyes on the computer screen in front of him.

Until the clattering of footsteps began to sound clearer, marked by a figure that was becoming a lip between them began to enter the room.

"Consider all" said the marketing manager who had replaced Bastian temporarily.

People instantly fell silent, "Today, we have a new manager to replace Mr. Bastian." Sighs, then turns to the door, "Let's welcome our new manager."

Clattering the feet are getting closer, a pair of pantofel shoes are seen, wrapped in one stel shirt and black suit, wrapped tall strapping body, strong, everyone was stunned to see the figure of the brown-eyed man who was now standing gallantly. They were fascinated by the beauty before them.

But not for Metta and her best friend, their mouths gaping with each other staring in disbelief.

"Gosh, is that him, huh,? Dinda nudged his best friend's arm.

"I don't see it wrong, do I?"

"All right, guys, without waiting much longer. Here's our new manager," applause started to sound boisterous.

"Please sir," the marketing manager nodded.

"Okay, thanks for the welcome. My name is Farrel Adhinata, manager of the division for the next 3 months."

"So for that long, let's work well together."

The employees looked amazed and proud of the young manager.

"Jeez, that's really him"

There is no silliness of a black tie figure with a gold stripe that makes it more elegant. The look on his face was flat, not the face that often irritated him.

"How is there a question?"said marketing manager.

"How old is the manager,?"

"Yes right, already have a girlfriend yet sir?" then followed by laughter from other colleagues.

With a smile at the corner of his lips, Farrel put one hand in his pants pocket.

"That's privacy," highlighted on Metta, "I don't have to answer that kind of question. Right here"

Metta was increasingly made to disbelieve, "He's really the El I've known, all this time,?" his lips were still waiting for the next answer. "Okay, then we'll just start working."

Then Farrel and some of the people from the marketing division and personnel turned around and went into his room, there was a feeling of pain in the heart of Metta, Farrel who was always annoying to pass through him.

"Is he really El," closed his eyes, "God...."

Metta's body slumped in her chair, even Farrel said nothing and continued to surprise her. Compared to 180 degrees with Farrel who has always acted silly and annoying.

Before long the group from the personnel and marketing division looked out of the room, followed by Farrel who came out as well.

Metta who was still not fully conscious surged from her seat. "Sa-I, em-m, sir." raised his left hand.

Farrel took a quick look at Metta, "My room right now," he said coldly by the pass.

Metta's body suddenly limp, his knees as if unable to support the body anymore. "Sha, you're good, aren't you?"

Metta nodded, but her face looked pias. He didn't even know what to call his girlfriend. A lover who keeps so many secrets. And totally unpredictable.

Metta took the finished file, and left with a shunt to Bastian's room, ah meaning Farrel's room. Tidying up her skirt first before finally knocking on the door.

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Metta's waiting for an inside answer, "Hem..."

"What does Deheman mean just now,"

Doubtfully Metta opened the door handle, "Come in," The voice that had always sounded spoiled turned flat.

Metta walked in, he stepped closer to Farrel who was sitting in the chair that Bastian had once occupied without even looking at him.

"Geez, why do I feel this weird?"

"Save it on the table,"

Again the word he said flatly, his view did not also switch on him or the file he had placed on the table.

Metta waited for Farrel to call him "Sister..."

"Save Brother," Or "sister, obey."

But Farrel didn't say it either, he drifted away in his own work and Metta felt neglected. "Why should I care"

"Ka-ka-I'm permi-si then"

Metta stepped towards the door, her heart now in pain, as Farrel ignored her, her steps stomping along with the resentment she was unable to let out.

But the door, which had just been about to be opened, was closed again by the push of a hand from behind, and Metta gasped with the hand that was now squeezing her waist, "Where are you, hem,"

Farrel pushed Metta's body against the door, a sudden movement that caused Metta to turn around and their distance became very close, making Metta's heart race faster.

Farrel's breath hit his face, which was now more and more blushing, "Sister can't just leave,"

Somehow his heart was relieved to hear Farrel calling out normally. "I guess you forgot who I was,"

"Where possible, I'd even do anything for brother," tucked Metta's haircut behind his ear.

Farrel drew closer to Metta's face until the gasps warmed up, "Even I'm going crazy because of brother" he said in the ear.

With the breath that hunted Farrel snatched Metta's thin lips teasing, melu'mat very deep, with a tongue that danced increasingly shrewd, making Metta lulled and opened her mouth and dance in there.

His hands tightened at Metta's waist, until he went down to touch his crazy buttocks, making Metta moan for a moment.

"Ohhhhhk...."

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