Mad Boss
omelet

"Did you sleep well after sabotaging my room, Sweetie?" sapa Gamya warmly welcomes the arrival of Cindekia in her kitchen.

All I asked was a little laugh, "Father cooked your own breakfast?"

"Hmm.., I don't like other people taking care of my needs."

"Oh so, what do you want to do? let me help you, "Cindekia stands by Gamya to try to take over Gamya's job

"Baby, you dare come to propose to me because you have improved your cooking skills?" Gamya smiled proudly reminding Cindekia who proposed to him first.

"I can cook, sir. Yesterday because I ran out of salt." Cindekia pleads, but Gamya keeps looking at her in disbelief.

"Because, once deflected to the test of a lifetime of unbelievers," he grumbled later.

"You mean a broken speck of milk?" gamya Correction.

Unfortunately, Gamya's good intentions correcting the language used by Cindekia were met with a sharp gaze.

"Sorry, sorry, My Sweetheart." The teacher apologizes to the student. It is not good to start a fight in the morning.

"Hmm did you make an omelet?" guess Cindekia because Gamya put eggs into the dough she made.

"Yes, it can be called that." Gamya became afraid of correcting again,

"New model omelette sir?"

"Yes," Gamya put the dough he made into the oven, it is difficult if the woman has become a woman who is always right.

"Babe, until when do you keep calling me father? I'm no longer your boss."

"So if it's not the father, what should I call sir?" ask Cindekia confused.

"You can call my name,"

"Can't, you're much older than me."

tu... old did he say?

"All right, it's up to you, Hun."

Although he was upset that Cindekia still wanted to endure calling him father, seeing a serious-looking Cindekia glaring at the egg dough that was being baked in the oven, made him smile. Heart tingled.

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Cindekia's intention of staying overnight just to mess up Gamya's marriage which turned out to be a lie, did not work out well.

Cindekia stayed up to three nights. Since Gamya had to finish his work before going to Indonesia, he could not let his woman return home alone.

Gamya really locked him up. A day of work left by Gamya, did not make Cindekia bored. Because he happily messed up his kitchen Gamya, his intention was to hone his cooking skills.

He did not accept being said not to have the ability to cook just because of salt.

Be Gamya and Cindekia back to Indonesia.

Cindekia was a little surprised to see Gamya holding a passport of a different color while passing through the airport immigration check. He wanted to ask, but was afraid that his guess was correct. So choose to pretend not to know.

Salama Gamya clasped his hands, everything will be fine. Cindekiah thought so.

Without letting go of Cindekia's hand, Gamya looks focused with the phone screen in his right hand. He smiled at Cindekia who did not protest her hand being held.

Gamya just turned off his phone when the plane they were riding was about to take off.

"Sleep, if you're tired, Sweetie." whispered Gamya.

Cindekia shook her head, She wants to stay awake. "Sir, will you work here forever, when will you return to work in Indonesia?"

"Oh, I haven't thought about it." Gamya had not thought about it. "Love, if I resign, do you still want to marry an unemployed man?"

Cindekia nodded confidently, for him no problem because windfall can be sought from anywhere, "Father will sell meatballs around, must be in demand because the sell is handsome."

"So you think I'm handsome?" Finally Gamya heard Cindekia's praise.

"Yes" Cindekia answered without hesitation.

"Is that why, you like to look at me without blinking?" gamya Goda.

Cindekia smiled shyly with her cheeks that were starting to turn red.

"Don't smile at me!"

"Mother forbid me to smile?" Cindekia stopped smiling because the mood of her smile disappeared replaced by a silent mood of a thousand languages.

"Don't look at me with a face like that!

"My Face why? it's been born like this,"

Gamya immediately turned Cindekia's head behind him, "Baby, you should see a nice view outside the window"

"What can be seen? all white, mending see your father's handsome face only," Cindekia turned her head again.

However, Gamya had already disappeared from his seat.

"Is he sak boker?" Cindekia muttered in surprise to see Gamya leaving her chair in a hurry.

He must survive until Cindekia is officially his. After the girl agreed to marry him, she immediately told her man to take care of the administration of her marriage to Cindekia.

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Mr. Isman stopped his car in front of one of the airport exits, deftly he opened the rear passenger door and took over the suitcase that Cindekia dragged into the trunk.

Cindekia circled the car and opened the passenger door next to the wheel. He chose to sit in the front seat.

Gamya closed the door that Isman opened. He chose to sit in the steering chair. And run his car once Mr. Isman closes the trunk door.

mr. Isman who did not understand anything so confused himself left alone at the airport.

"Baby, I'm sorry, Ok?"

Cindekia immediately turned to the driver because she heard Gamya's voice, "Loh Father? where's Isman sir?"

"Don't think of another man when you talk to me, Babe."

"Sir Isman is not another man, he is the father's driver. Why do you live?"

"I'm glad you're back to talking to me,"

Cindekia turned back, and looked at the window next to her. He forgot that he was sulking. He was left sitting during the flight and became a passenger next to him. Disconnected on a plane.

Gamya escorted Cindekia to her contract house, "Lusa I'll pick you up, okay?" Gamya took out Cindekia's suitcase from the trunk.

"Is it okay I'm on leave for days? what if I get fired?" ask Cindekia worriedly. He was afraid of losing his job.

Gamya smiled carrying Cindekia's suitcase towards the girl's house, "Just relax, your absence does not have much effect on the company."

"Huh? Sir, is that a compliment or a insult? I'm still sulking this one."

"You want me to seduce you how?" Gamya stared at Cindekia inside, they had arrived at the doorstep of the house.

"I'm not sulking, you just go home."

Instead of leaving, Gamya chose to sit on the porch chair of the house. Want to sit inside the house, the door has not been opened by Cindekia.

"I'm waiting for Isman. Sweetheart," said Gamya who looked tired.

"So Mr. Ismannya Mr. stayed, now awaited. You complicate life." Cindekia put her fingerprints on the door lock of her house.

"Baby, I don't want you sitting next to another man."

"Sir, in the angkot I'm surrounded by a lot of men you know." Cindekia smiled seductively at Gamya.

Gamya immediately opened the door and pushed Cindekia and her suitcase into the house, "Remember, tomorrow rest for a full day at home, because the day after tomorrow we will visit your parents, Sweetie," he said later, and immediately closed the door of Cindekia's house from the outside.

The next day Cindekia called her mother and told her about her arrival the day after tomorrow.

"Hallo," did not wait for a long time, his call was answered.

"Mom, the day after Kia will be home,"

"Everything's okay, isn't it Kia? "

"Good Mom,"

"What about your friend?"

"It's safe, Mom, just calm down. The day after tomorrow there's someone who wants to meet Mom and Dad."

"Who's Son?"

"People are important to Kia, so Kia hope that you and Mom will be able to accept it, understand her attitude that was not as friendly as Kia's friend yesterday."

He heard his mother's long breath, "Son, you just broke up, not a month. What will people say? Is this the one who made you break off your engagement? how long have you known him? know where?"

"He's Kia's boss, Mom."

"Bo.. boss?" there her mother Cindekia massaged her chest, which she knew her daughter's boss was Damar, a 47-year-old married man with four children.

"Kia, don't you think about it anymore? I can't bear it if I have to hear people's scorn." persuaded his mother. Nuraini could not imagine her daughter carrying a man who was almost half her daughter's age. And his status is also not yet known whether the widower or still the husband of people.

"Mom, Kia already really likes that guy."

"Mother sure your Father will not accept it either, you should not go home to bring that person. I don't want you to embarrass our family. We've been pretty ashamed of you not getting married."

"Mom... "

"Mother still won't take it."

"You remember, you can't refuse a guest who comes to the house."

"As for you, if you keep insisting on bringing her home, don't blame Mom if your boss gets kicked out by your dad."

"Yes Bu," Nuraini disconnected her phone.