
"Romi, did Ibra make a mistake with her fiance?" abra asked after they had brought Salwa. Both are on their way to the company.
"What mistake, sir?"
"I'm asking you! Why are you asking back? It's your boss's business, but I have to get involved in it and worse, I have to apologize for something I don't know. Take it easy," grumbled Abra.
"Sorry, Sir. I also don't know what happened. Mr. Ibra always forbade me to come along if I was with Miss Salwa."
"What exactly have you been doing as an assistant all this time? All the people don't know. It's free to take you everywhere if you don't know what your boss did before."
Abra was really upset today. He appears like a bod*oh man in front of Salwa. Her twin brother is really troublesome. From the past, whenever the man was around this family, it was always him who had to work hard to cover up their ugliness. Now Abra doesn't know what to do.
"I'm sorry, sir," said Romi slowly.
Not only does Abra look like a fool, Romi does too. He was required to learn all about Ibra, while his previous employer did not allow him to know more about the life of his superiors.
Abra leaned back and closed his eyes. Abroad despite his distress in any case, the man would never complain because there was nowhere for him to do that. However, while here, every circumstance made him complain and look weak.
"Romi, we're going to the club. My head's dizzy."
"But, sir, it's still noon."
"What's the matter day or night. If they don't open it, force it. If you don't want to, close the club forever" Abra said with annoyance.
"Good, Sir." Romi turned the car to a famous club in the city.
The car is parked right in front of the club. However, Abra's phone rang, his father's name was there. Of course it makes the man cuss because his pleasure is disturbed. He only wanted to cool his brain for a moment, but it felt like there was no time.
"Hello" said Abra after the green button was shifted.
"Where are you? Isn't the meeting with Anton over?"
"Yes, it's on the way."
"Hurry over here. I have something to talk about."
"Yes, Pa." Abra severed the call and pinched his forehead. "Romi, get back to the company" he continued without looking at his assistant.
"Well! Now, Mister?"
"When do you want it? Next year? Then go home and come back next year!"
"Ti—no, Sir." Romi immediately drove the car back to the company. Though they had arrived, but had to turn around because of the request of his superiors.
This is the fate of the subordinates. Must accept and execute whatever the boss orders well. If not, you should be prepared to lose your job. Romi realized, if only he was not Ibra's best friend, where might be able to work in this big company.
Thirty minutes, they finally arrived at the company. Abra gets off immediately, while Romi parks his car. Everyone who passed by the boss of this company, always lowered their head and gave a greeting.
"What's up, Pa?" abra asked so he sat his body on the sofa opposite his father.
"Have you got any leads?"
"Yet, Pa. I haven't been working one day, but Papa asked. Even Papa who has just one month has not found anything" said Abra upset.
"That's how you're used to being here. I hope you get a lead soon and catch the culprit. Your mother cries every day, I can't bear to see her."
Handi immediately left after saying so. Abra's heart was wounded, thinking of himself. Did your mom and dad ever think of you? Did Syakila ever cry over her departure from home? Was Handi worried when she had no news?
Abra laughed incessantly, thinking of her fate that was never expected in this house. He might not care and go back to his old life, but the man could not bear to see his crying mother and see her twin brother lying weak.
The man felt that this life was unfair to him. All this time he was always difficult and his twin brother was happy. Is there not happiness for him even a little? Abra also wanted to feel it.
Unwilling to get dissolved in grief, Abra struggles with her cell phone, checking her work abroad. He did not just hands off with the business he owned. The man had already built it from scratch, would not Abra let anything shake him.
"Good day, sir?" greet Sisca after entering and lock the door of her superior room.
"Corn," Abra replied while watching Sisca intently. He felt strange when he saw the woman locking the door from inside.
Sisca walked slowly and was made as*tis as possible to tease her boss. He just sat on Abra's lap making the boss quite surprised, but pretending to be ordinary. The man wanted to know how far he could go or was often like this with Ibra.
"It's been a month you haven't come. I really miss you."
Abra was still in place. He was afraid that his disguise would be exposed if he did and said something. Sisca was immediately******* the man's lips and attached his chest to the body of his superior. Abra, who was carried away by Sisca's game, began to reply to what the woman was doing.
The atmosphere of the work room is getting heated up. Sisca began to take off her clothes, which made Abra sober and let go of her kiss. He did want to know the extent to which this assistant was behaving, but that did not mean he had to have an illicit relationship.
"Why, Sir. You want to just go straight? All right I'll get it for you." Sisca walked up to one of the bookshelves and was surprised that Abra saw a closet open there. The woman took something and closed it back.
It turns out that what was taken was a male contraceptive device. Sisca handed it to Abra and sat back on her lap. The man still did not believe what he saw, but the woman again launched the action with ****** Abra's lips.
The man's common sense returned and ended their activities. He needed to think about what his assistant was doing. Abra also needs to interrogate Romi about his coworker's behavior.
"I still have a lot of work. Next time," subtly reject Abra. He did not want his mission to fail.
Although disappointed, Sisca still obeyed. Taken back the shirt that was thrown earlier and wear it. The woman did not want to lose her gold mine so, she needed to be careful. Sisca can earn a lot of money by playing with her boss.
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