Mad Boss
sorry

"Kia, come on in! You want to talk to me."

Saladin led his daughter up into the house.

Nyali Cindekia shriveling. He was actually afraid of his father. But I have no other choice.

"Kia, are you sure of your choice?" nuraini asked, a question he asked too late.

Better late than not at all.

Nuraini clasped tightly onto her daughter's hand which she placed on her lap. They sit next to each other and face each other.

Cindekia looked at her mother and father who were still standing alternately. Scars of worry were painted on the faces of the two.

"Sir, Mum. Mr. Gamya is a good man. Mom and Dad don't have to worry. Kia will be fine." he said in a wise tone.

Saladin sat in the chair that turned his back to the entrance of the house. Hold both arm chairs. Maybe scared off.

"Father doesn't like your boss, you can't ask for a divorce either." His excitement was stifled because the unethical man had officially become his son-in-law.

"Ce-rai?" tanya Cindekia. How can the word divorce be said from the mouth of his father, while his marriage is only a day.

"Kia," Nuraini rubbed the back of her daughter's hand as if she didn't want to take it off. "You must remember, you still have parents. If anything happens to your marriage, you can find us."

The concern of both parents made Cindekia's confidence a little eroded. Is his decision to marry right?

His mind whispered, Mr. Gamya likes me and so do I, getting married is the right decision.

"It's my fault" Salahuddin began to blame himself. "The father immediately believed in it and married you, without investigating the background of the person," he said lost his spirit.

"Father." said Cindekia cirih, He did not introduce his Boss completely.

Regarding his education, his work, his parents, his brother, his home address.

"Kia, Mother's daughter, you should be nice to your husband. Take good care of your husband. Respect your in-laws" Nuraini gave her tausyi while rubbing her daughter's shoulders.

Submissively, Cindekia nodded, "Yes Ma'am."

But Salahuddin seemed to disagree with his wife's opinion, "You must not be too obedient with your husband. Remember that! You still have parents."

"Sir..." Nuraini reminded her husband about her high blood disease that I could have if more thoughts were upset.

Cindekia greeted her mother and father, saying goodbye once again. "Sir, Ma'am, Kia's gone. Kasian Pak Gamya, you'll be waiting outside for too long."

"Well that! I just said it. You are more concerned with your husband!"

Cindekia, who did not understand how to persuade her father, glanced at her mother, hoping that the young woman would help her.

"Mr, it's not so. If it is too long, then they can go last night, not to mention jammed in the road" said Nuraini gently gave understanding to her husband.

"Go, tomorrow we will visit you" Salahuddin said.

"Well sir,"

Cindekia can only answer yes, herself also does not know where to stay after marrying Gamya.

The girl seemed to forget to ask Gamya a lot. Love does not make him think much.

Cindekia walked with great determination towards Gamya's long-running car with the engine on.

"Sir!" cindekia exclaimed as soon as she sat her butt in the seat next to Gamya.

Gamya who was busy playing games on his phone turned his head and smiled. He closed his phone screen. "It's over?"

His eyes looked gently at his wife, while Cindekia was stunned, and was glued to Gamya's eyes.

Without a cue, Isman runs the car that transports his master.

"What's the way, Mr Isman?" Cindekia returned to her consciousness.

He turned back to Gamya, "Father does not say goodbye to father and mother?"

"Sweetheart, the car's on the road. Father and mother also want to rest, it is not good to disturb them."

hah what is this father talking about?

Not wanting to fight to the husband, Cindekia just manut only. "Yes." Yeah."

The SUV car is black smoothly without giving any meaningful shocks to its passengers, passing the winding road uphill and rocks. Not because there has been no paving of the road, it's just that the paving happened a few years ago without any improvement.

After arriving on the streets of the city whose aspals still feel smooth, their journey is a little disturbed by road repairs.

Cindekia rests her elbows on the armrests.

"Sir!" he called Gamya who was seriously drawing on the screen of the iPad in gray.

Cindekia's call made Gamya stop her activities for a moment, "Yes, Sweetie?" tanyanya.

Their views collide.

"Mother and Father said tomorrow they would visit us" Cindekia gave a report, recalling.

"I'll send people to pick them up,"

Gamya throws a fleeting smile at Cindekia and returns to her iPad screen.

"Continue?"

"Te-rus?" Gamya again saw his interlocutor.

"Where are we going?"

"Where are you going?"

"Why did Father ask me? the man who is the father."

how anyway?

Gamya shows her iPad screen to Cindekia, "Sweetie, which one do you like?"

Gamya swiped the screen, showing some pictures of an artistic dwelling.

Cindekia saw the astonishment of the picture shown by Gamya, as if she had only seen something like that for the first time.

"Good house, sir. We gonna rent one of these houses?"

"Baby, we don't have to hire."

"So? Would you like to buy?"

"No, no. I want you to choose which house you like for us to live in together."

Cindekia closed her shocked mouth with both her hands. She did not expect her boss, no, her husband had many houses and lived selectively.

"All this house you have? The property developer?"

Gamya sighed for a moment, He still does not understand women. Just choose, what is difficult.

Gamya chuckled, "I'm not a developer, and my house is one."

Cindekia nodded her head, and wiped the iPad screen that was in front of her. Trying to choose one of the houses.

"This one." show it the origin.

"We have the same taste, it turns out we are destined to be together. Isn't that so?" ask Gamya while tapping on the iPad screen.

Seen the inside of the residence designated Cindekia.

"This is the design of the house, I want you to also contribute to the design of our house, Sweetie."

Cindekia returned the mangosteen "Building houses and stairs together," she murmured seeing the interior of the dwelling on the screen.

"Certainly,"

"Have you moved to work here again?" ask Cindekia with a sigh.

Gamya replied to him with a smoother smile, "No, we'll stay in Ljubljana."

Instantly the silky look disappeared from Cindekia's face, "No, I can't go with you, I have a job, and family here."

"Darling, I'm sorry, you've been fired." Gamya pointed at the water of bela sungkawa. To dramatize the situation.

"Sir kidding? how come?"

"Because you've been out for a week without news."

"Huh? isn't it yesterday that you're going to pass it on to Mr. Damar?"

"Sorry Hun, I forgot to tell him" Gamya told a lie.