Marrying the Young Miss
Mela, Arsandi

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Bugh bugh bugh.

"I hate you, hate, hate, hate!" elis yelled with a smack Danie with a couch cushion that he picked up and smacked Daniel's back.

"Awwwhhhh uuhhhh sick!" Daniel tried to reach his back that hurt with his hands.

"Totally sick?" elis asked with an innocent look, with a serious face.

Daniel Gemasss himself looked at her, then nodded his head.

"It hurts, you forgot... It's finished in sewing?" said Daniel, with a slanted body and flicked the back end of the shirt he was wearing.

"Yes sorry, I forgot. Who told you to lie to me, use the temple of all the pinsan!" nagging Elis with pursed lips, his head looked down at the floor.

'Nyesel me, it must have hurt!' elis's heart was full of regrets.

Daniel breathed his breath violently, into his two hands carrying Elis into his arms.

"It's my fault, too. You won't leave me, will you? Whatever the reason!" daniel asked, rubbing Elis's back.

While Elis's fingers, down Daniel's back, felt a bandage bandaging Daniel's wounds on his back.

"Is this still sick?" elis asked, as his palm gently rubbed the bandage on Daniel's back.

"It hurts, but I don't think so. You are on my side." Daniel said.

"Don't fight anymore!" sulk Elis.

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It's day two after the fateful incident that Daniel experienced. With the coercion and persuasion of Elis, the end of that time, Daniel did not go out of the house.

The office is like hell, with emotions that increasingly trigger the heart of Mela. Arsandi only takes less than 2 days to solve the problem at the Malang branch office.

That means Arsandi has been in the office 1 full day as long as Daniel does not go to the office.

"Gue hope this is true, crazy if it is still wrong too. Not sure how these are my eyes! I've revised it many times, it's still wrong! Damnnn sir Arsandi, you lion! Outrageous people." said Mela with the footsteps swinging into the workspace Arsandi.

Brakes.

Mela pushed the assistant room door violently. Making Arsandi who was sitting on her oversized chair, immediately turned her head towards him with an irritating look in Mela's eyes.

'This woman, her guts are big as well.. dare to open the door ruderr!' inner Arsandi, with a sharp gaze highlighting Mela's footsteps.

'This time, you won't have any reason to tell me to revise this file again!' swearing Mela in the heart, looking at the file in her right hand.

Praaac.

In a rough way, Mela put the report that she had revised several times on the table, in front of Arsandi.

Arsandi frowned, taking a quick glance at the file on his desk.

"This is the file you requested, sir! I've revised it, and this time the results must be true, nothing is wrong!" muttered Mela with a sharp gaze, her speech was cynical.

With the back resting on the back of the chair, to the two hands perched on the arm of the chair. Staring haughtily at Mela with her cynical smile.

"Oh yeah! How can you be sure that Miss Mela!" exclaim Arsandi with a flat tone.

"Because I've checked it many times, before I hand it over to the father!" swear Mela with ketus, to her two eyes as if tired, with accompanied by the pain and itching that she felt on her eyeball.

"I'm not sure you can do it! You are a crazy woman, a chimney, not a workaholic, proven by many times wrong! Just wasting my time!" gerutu Arsandi slowly, looking at Mela from the toe to the clothes he was wearing.

Mela frowned, when Arsandi was just silent, had not touched the file that Mela put on the table.

'Sir Arsandi gelietin what the hell? Nothing strange, is it the same with me? Don't don't, you perverted assistant!' say Mela, without a second thought directly crossed her two hands in front of her chest.

"What's wrong with you? You cold?" arsandi asked flatly, but stared at Mela strangely.

"The father whose brain is cold! It needs to be warm! Is there nothing else I should do here? I better get back in my room! It could be crazy long ago I was in the same room with dad!" mala ketus.

"My brain is cold? What needs to be warm, right?" asked Arsandi by scratching his head that is not itchy, felt strange with the words of Mela.

Mela turned around in horror, then took a thousand steps, leaving the workspace of a crazy assistant who was none other than Arsandi.

"I regret I once praised his good man, it turns out he was much more ruthlessmm than iblisss!" swear Mela, sit her body in her chair.

Tok to tok.

"Gapain knock on the door, just come in!" call Mela from inside her room.

Chequek.

Ella appeared behind the door she was pushing, with her hands hugging some files with a multi-colored map.

"What is Ella?" ask Mela by sitting upright, gluing her two eyes towards the beam that Ella brought.

"This is the financial report from the Malang branch, Mr. Arsandi asked me to bring this to your room, so you can revise this. If it has been brought directly to the room of Mr. Arsandi yes!" Ella put down some maps, which contained the financial statements she had brought on Mela's desk.

"Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm crazy long time working here!" mela shouted inside her study, scratching her head in frustration.

"Mela! Oh my goodness, you are this! Bar a bar!" say Ella who does not want to take a headache, then out of the workspace Mela.

Brakkk.

Mela threw the map of financial statements with her hands, until splattered on the floor.

Chequek.

Seriate...

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...Starting from the heart, poured in writing. So is the author's work in the form of reading 😅😅...

...Abuse, not a reality...