Married to a Big Boss
That guy's the boss?

As he said, Ica now woke up without the help of Manda to perform dawn prayers. Although, he had to put more effort into turning on the alarm from three in the morning until dawn arrived every five minutes.

"Assalamu'alaykum, Mother," said Ica who has been doing prayers. He went to his mother's kitchen, prepared breakfast for Raka. While the rest, their Bi Yati ART prepared. It was also Raka's demand that he would not eat something that was not made by his wife, since his wife was Manda, not Bi Yati.

"Wa'alaykumussalam, Ca. Wow, Mother's child today woke up alone without the help of Mother. Uh, great this Mother's son. The more dear Mother is to you," Manda replied. Later, he was embraced by Ica. Look, spoiled once, right? Replied the hug while gently rubbing the princess's hair just the wayang.

"Yes, dong, Bun. Ica is an adult, has a college degree. So it must be independent," said Ica boasted.

"Yes yes, as long as you don't stand it today. Next, okay?" reply Manda reminded.

"Yes yes Mommy bringel," Ica's lips. Manda prefers not to reply.

"Bi Yati, Ica ask for help making milk yes, ordinary kayak," Ica pinta to her ART.

"Good, Non. Waita minute. Non Ica just wait at the dinner table," replied Bi Yati. Ica also according.

Ica closed her mouth because she was getting sleepy again. Trying to get rid of his sleepiness by playing mobile phones, it seems to work.

"This, Non, please drink," said Bi Yati.

"Ooh, yes, thank you, Bi." Ica immediately drank her milk quickly and returned to her room.

"Honey, you take a shower now so fresh time to go to work later," said Manda a little scream from the kitchen. Ica did not respond because she was in her room.

"There's still three more hours before the office, sleep again, ah," Ica thought. Then he lay down his body and went back to sleep to relieve his sleepiness.

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The alarm kept ringing and Ica was still enjoying her sleep. Up to the last alarm, he saw the clock was showing at seven. Indeed, the office entrance hour is eight, but Ica is never fast when getting ready. That's why he should be up by six. However, an hour from the time he should have woken up he was completely conscious from his sleep.

"Astaghfirullah, it's seven o'clock. Mother why not wake up, anyway?" Ica speaks for itself.

"Duh, have to hurry. O Allah, do not make the servant late on the first day of work. Well, don't take a shower, wash your face just like brushing your teeth. Which clothes will you wear?" Ica speaks for itself while multitasking to prepare for the office.

A new record, Ica prepared herself within twenty minutes of her usual one-and-a-half hour. He hurried down and took the breakfast bread that Bi Yati had made.

"Bi, is there a driver?" Ica asked while clogging the bread into her mouth.

"Nothing, Non. The driver was driving the ladies and gentlemen to the office" Bi Yati replied.

Now Ica has switched to wearing shoes while eating her breakfast bread. Fortunately, the car he will be using is heated by the driver, so it will save time.

"Wa'alaykumussalam, be careful, Non. Don't speed on the road" Bi Yati replied.

Ica immediately got into her car and drove at a higher speed than usual while eating her breakfast bread. He is slow to chew food, especially with multitasking like this. At half-time eight past ten he began to depart. Unfortunately, this is the hour of the office. The streets started to get crowded by people who wanted to leave for the office as well. If the business is stuck like this, Ica will long drive her car. He hopes, driving skills can be like Mr. Joni driver who is very good at cornering the vehicle in front. Unfortunately, Ica is not Mr. Joni. He can only wait for the vehicle in front of him the new road he will follow the road. Ica hoped that time was still time not to be late on the first day he worked.

"Oh my God, I shouldn't sleep anymore. Even the sleep. I should be horrified said Mother to directly bathe directly to let fresh, this even kebablasan sleep." Ica nagged herself for the carelessness she made.

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"Alhamdulillah, finally arrived. There's five minutes left, I gotta hurry."

Ica breezed away without a hitch. Since everyone knew that Ica was the daughter of the owner of the company, so no one had any concerns about her presence.

"The public relations division's on the fifth floor, right? Where it's eight past ten again. The boss is not, huh? But why worry, everyone here already knows that I'm the owner's daughter. So, who can scold me?" inner Ica trying to think positive.

Ica has arrived at the public relations division. He then entered like he was not an employee, he entered the tiger's nest without fear. The reason is, the public relations division is known as the horror division because its superiors do not accept any mistakes from their subordinates. Each employee of the public relations division is always supervised by their superiors to provide the best for the company.

"Sorry, Ma'am. Miss Raisa Humaira Arshad, Pak Raka's daughter, huh?" ask an employee. He is the senior who will guide Ica to work.

"Yes, Ma'am," Ica replied.

"Then, it's under my guidance. Next time I hope not to be late, yes. Because managers like to check the completeness of employees, some are late or not, some are absent or not. Sorry if presumptuous, the manager will not look at the fur even though mbak is the daughter of the owner of the company. He will discipline all his subordinates," he said courteously.

"That's it, huh, Ma'am? Then I apologize for bothering you. I was careless" said Ica. Unexpectedly by the mbak, the subsidiary owner of the company is a polite person.

They then sat down at Ica's desk. Not yet had time to sit down, the voice of a man interrupting.

"You're the new employee here?" ask the man. Ica recognized the man's face. He's the shitty guy Ica met last night. Why was that man in his father's office?

"Yes, sir, Raisa Humaira Arshad is the new employee here. I have received orders from Mr. Raka to guide him directly," replied the senior who guided Ica.

"What time do you think it is? You are a new employee, on the first day it is half an hour late. You come into my room now" said the man firmly. Ica, who knew nothing, was told by her senior to follow along, the man said to come to her room.

Ica was a bit upset with this one guy, but because Ica was still a new employee she tried to hold him back. Now they had reached the man's room. A room large enough to be the size of an employee like Ica.

"You're the daughter of Mr. Raka Arshad, right? You think because you're the daughter of a company owner you can be late for the first day of work?" Ica. Whether intentionally or not, the man's voice rose. The door of the room is not closed, maybe all employees will hear Ica lectured.

Ica was embarrassed, but also upset. Who is this shitty guy? Why so annoying? Why associate himself with his father? Ica was getting upset, but trying to act nice.

"Oh, I haven't introduced myself before. I am Bayu Pramana Surya, manager of the public relations division. In other words I am your boss and also your boss. So I called you here to discipline you."

"What's? How can this shitty guy be my boss?" inner Ica.