Mr. Cha, wait me!
Boss mom's son

A month had passed since his meeting with Hyemin eonni. And Fisya's work can be said to be very smooth, for this time there will be important work that is waiting.

"Fisya, today pick up the boss's mom's son huh? Happy working with him!" Ledek Nela who is not at all digubris Fisya.

"What the hell is he, what the hell is he?"

"Yee, what a wild tiger? Yes, we suggest that you be more patient anyway, yes ga gaes?"

"That Betul is Yes, you also have to really take care of your heart health if you work with him." Add another officer.

"Fisya has been waiting for the driver to pick up the boss's son at the airport." Sari said as she entered the room.

"Yes ma'am, I'm leaving first ya mbak-mbak you guys."

"Be careful, Fisya, by the way."

It has been 2 hours Fisya waiting at the airport, but he who awaited has not yet appeared. Though the plane that was boarded by the boss's mother's son had arrived 30 minutes ago.

"Sir Marcel Bramantyo is a long time ago g out. I've been waiting here 2 hours."

Drrt, drrt, drrr. Fisya's phone shook, there was a call coming from his personal driver, the boss mom, who drove Fisya to the airport.

"Yes sir, what? Mr Marcel has been sitting in the car since? But I don't see him coming out, oh yeah well I'm going there right away." It turned out that the waiting was already in the car and Fisya rushed to the car.

Hosh, hosh, yosh...

"You're 15 minutes late."

"A, what? M, I'm sorry sir I didn't know that you were passing in front of me."

"Nobody told you my face?"

"Sorry sir, I've been sent a picture of you but maybe I forgot your face when you came out earlier."

"What's? What else is this, really. Quick in!"

"B, fine sir." Fisya came in and sat down next to his boss.

"Who can you sit next to me?"

"I'm sorry? Ah, I guess, sorry I'm gonna move to the front seat."

Braaakk

"Depart sir!"

"Good sir."

"You were my private secretary here?"

"A little more so sir."

"I don't like slow employees and I like people who work hard. So you have to be able to meet the standard as my personal secretary."

"Yes sir, I'll try."

"Good."

"So this is what you mean." Fisya muttered in a very slow voice.

"You talking to me?"

"Ahh, what sir? Ng, no, sir, I'm talking to myself if the sky is clear."

"My attention to the hotel first Mr. Jaya, I want a short break."

"Good sir."

"Sorry sir, are you not going home? Said the boss..."

"You want to rule my life?"

"Ma, I'm sorry sir wasn't what I meant."

Fisya could only sigh long. Fisya was confused and completely wrong, because he did not understand about the nature of the boss's mother's child. But Fisya could still be patient with the nature of this king of his superiors. A few minutes passed, and they reached the hotel Marcel was referring to.

"We've reached sir." Said Mr. Jaya as the driver woke Marcel up.

"I'll rest here first, you can go back to the boutique."

"Good sir."

"Sir Jaya, please tell someone to drive my car here!"

"Good sir."

Braakk.

"You can ask me anything about Mr. Marcel."

"Ahh, yes?"

"You were dumb from earlier, weren't you? Don't you want to ask me something? But you must be talking to me."

"What a look, sir? Hehe, actually I was a little surprised sir saw the nature of Mr. Marcel like that."

"You must be more patient because he does not like mistakes, no matter how small they are."

"Yes sir, from the nature of it has been seen sir, hehe. I certainly can sir, I have often met various humans who have different traits. And I can certainly be patient to face Mr. Marcel."

"From now on we'll work together."

"Working together? Doesn't Mr Marcel work at the boss's boutique, sir?"

"Mr Marcel was a very busy man, and he worked outside more often than in a boutique. He often meets his customers or clients outside."

"Oh that's it, sir, you've been the boss's bu driver for a long time?"

"Yes, since Mr. Marcel was a kid."

"Well, that's why you can bear the same attitude Mr. Marcel."

"Actually Mr. Marcel was a good man, only sometimes he could not express his other feelings or his gentle side."

"Oh yes sir, Pak Jaya has helped me a lot. Thank you sir for the info."

"Yes are the same."

Half an hour passed, they had already arrived again at the boutique. Fisya put on a sullen face upon entering the boutique. And the rest of the friends were just smiling at Fisya's expression. The boutique is in a crowded state. And without any cue Fisya immediately petrified other friends to serve visitors.

It was almost time for lunch, and the boutique had begun to empty out visitors. Fisya can rest and return to the special room of the assistant boss. There's Nela and Sari.

"Oh, so tired today." Fisya said while breathing out rough.

"What's the pretty girl?" Sari asked a little teasing Fisya.

"You're so mean, ma'am, when you guys don't tell me it's Mr Marcel?"

"Hehe, don't want a story. It's just that we're confused where to start?" Reply Sari slightly meledek Fisya.

"Yes, we also had difficulties when working with Mr. Marcel. And you know, we can survive working with Mr. Marcel just because his face is doang you know. Are we crazy?"

"It's crazy."

"Duh Shay, are you angry with us? Bete is his face."

"I'm not angry with you guys, it's just that Mr. Marcel was a bit late huh? I have been waiting for 2 hours more at the exit, eh even he was waiting in the car. Not the whole?"

"Well, we're not the same. You didn't pick up Mr Marcel's nameplate this time?"

"Yes, said the Sari."

"I've raised as high as possible mbak, until it feels like my arm really-just want to be broken you know."

"Again no mood maybe Mr. Marcel so you are left behind and not called him. Haha."

"Au ah tired of me, fortunately again time for lunch. Want to eat chocolate ice cream let's say all the emotions in this heart."

"Hahahah, can I just. Though it's only a few minutes you meet with Mr. Marcel."

"Ahh, don't be quipped again mbak so it is."

"But by the way he didn't come straight here?" Ask Sari.

"No mbak, hit by jet lag maybe he immediately asked to the hotel.

"It's impossible that he got jet lag with Mr. Marcel. Maybe he'll check the hotel report."

"Ho, hotel? He has a hotel?"

"Do you not know?"

"Aren't you told to go into the hotel first?"

"No, sir Marcel has a hotel?"

"Lo really don't know that hotel? Don't you read the hotel name?"

"No, what the hell is it?"

"Hotel MAH, same name as this boutique. Mr. Marcel not only studied fashion but also hospitality business. You should know all that."

"Why don't you guys tell me anything?"