
S... tok!
Cindekia walked into Gamya's room slowly and placed a plate of snacks on the table.
Afterwards, he walked slowly back towards the exit.
"Miss Kia," said Gamya stopped Cindekia's steps.
"Dalem, Sir. Uh...Yes Sir?"
Gamya stops reading reports on his laptop screen. "Are you okay? did your head hit something on the way this morning?"
"Ah... I'm fine," Cindekia checked her forehead there may be a lump without her noticing.
"It's good that if you're okay, you've made the table full of cups and dishes that still contain," said Gamya pointed to the guest table in her room, "and also, as well, the table, you filled my desk with reports that didn't need to be printed out."
"I think maybe you should often coffee break.and too long to see the computer screen is not good for health" said Cindekia gave an excuse.
Gamya put up his glasses to see Cindekia more clearly from a distance. "You're just making excuses to get back and forth into my room, aren't you? what don't-don't...." Gamya paused his sentence, "you want to keep seeing my handsome face huh?"
Cindekia was a little stunned to hear Gamya's rendition. "She was kidding, right? I just want to find an opportunity to sabote the phone of the Father," he said smoothly and again speechless.
Never mind that what a weak man like me can do is pray.
"I've deleted your picture" said Gamya understood what her secretary had wanted, who had since continued to steal her eyes with her cell phone.
"What exactly?" ask Cindekia semringah.
"Hmm, yes I do not need to keep it anymore because it has sent it to the boyfriend of your dreams," said Gamya flat.
Cindekia's crisp smile disappeared from her face replaced with an expression of heavy shock. Troubled he had all this time shown his good side to Dyan, suddenly his boss came smashing his image just like that.
"Gdh..." Gamya held back his laughter, "i'm just kidding" Gamya said later.
"Sir, I warn you, don't mess with him" Cindekia said in a displeased tone.
He threatened me?
"I thought you wanted to thank me," said Gamya, "Miss Kia, why do you think I told 'that man' that I like you? and spend my precious time with your friends?"
".... "
In the eyes of Cindekia, Gamya was a random person. Maybe because your brain is short-circuited again.
Gamya breathed a heavy sigh seeing Cindekia who was sometimes seen as an intelligent independent woman and sometimes a thoughtless woman.
"Did a woman like you really play a lot of men? " though Gamya thought, but soon removed her doubts about Cindekia.
"I helped speed up your romance process. Seeing the way you looked at that person, it seems like you really want to marry him soon. Think of my little favor as a bonus for your cooperative attitude during our cooperative mission that will end in less than three weeks."
"Hmmm...." Cindekia is happy to hear Gamya's last words, but she is confused by the acceleration of her love story. He didn't expect his boss to care so much about his personal matters. His brain is short-circuited.
"A quality product will attract a lot of fans. But a product that looks unattractive and even useless, if it is in demand by people like me.. It will certainly provoke people to want to have it, right?" lang Gamya's.
"...I mean Father, that unattractive and useless product is me? and the guy who wants you to lure Dyan to my friend?" tanya Scholar ascertains their thinking equation.
Long explanation this guy, just say want to make Dyan jealous, it's been sorted. Whahuh? Am I a useless product? he's outrageous!
"Yes, right. As your thanks, go back to work! You can't go home before your work is done, even having the intention of not being!" gamya's orders drove Cindekia out of her room. He impatiently wanted to let out his laughter after seeing Cindekia's annoyed expression which he thought was funny.
"Well sir," said Cindekia obediently. In the end, the boss is still the boss. And he is only a subordinate.
Gamya let go of his laughter after Cindekia's departure. "Geez, he really believed what I said."
After being satisfied with laughter, Gamya returned serious with his work.
Despite not seeing Cindekia's face clearly as it flashed in front of her, Gamya recalled the shape and color of the clothes Cindekia was wearing.
But Gamya has decided to end his feelings for Cindekia, although sometimes his body still has not moved on from Cindekia.
***
On her desk, Cindekia complained resentfully of glancing at the clock in the bottom corner of her computer monitor screen.
At 4 o'clock 20 pm.. That person will not let me go home right?
Because of being watched often, and given more workload, and late home, Cindekia became unable to get together with her office friends to gossip, and rarely went home with her office friends.
"My office life is quite dilemmatic and tragic.lapaarr.." grumbled Cindekia took a short break before returning to continue her work.
After she finished her work, Cindekia sent it to Gamya and sent a short message.
[Cindekia: Sir, I have sent. I am going home yes]
Not finished cleaning his things, Cindekia has got a reply from her boss.
[Sir Boss: I checked first]
"What's? it means not being given home?. ah bodo very, just go home...," muttered Cindekia and continued to clean up her things to prepare to go home.
"Do you want to run home?!" gamya exclaimed suddenly stopping Cindekia's steps.
Huh! caught, is there CCTV?
Cindekia immediately turned to face the source of the voice. "Home home..? no sir, I just want to buy some food," Elak Cindekia.
"It should be my father's treat" muttered Cindekia quietly.
Gamya walked over to Cindekia, "ayo!" he said he passed through Cindekia.
"Huh? where sir? duh sir don't add my work again dong, count overtime hours nih."
"Didn't you want to buy food?" gamya asked without stopping her steps.
Huh did he hear?
Cindekia who from the beginning aims to escape home finally follows Gamya.
"Sir, before I receive your kindness, I want to make sure first, after this you do not tell me to overtime until midnight right?" ask Cindekia before putting her seatbelt on.
"cc... Miss Kia, it's not good to have bad thoughts about your boss," said Gamya soft-pitched as she shifted her car gear, and stepped on the gas pedal.
"Well sir,"
"What do you want to eat?"
"Rubber, sir,"
"Mrrrl?"
"Don't tell me you don't know lontong?"
"No, I'm just wondering if anyone would want to eat this kind of shit at night other than you."
"Of course there is. The proof is there are people who sell lontong night."
Seriate...