Mr. Perfect & Miss Careless
Wanna go to the toilet

"I'm sorry, sir," Ira replied with the grin of her horse.

"Why?" ask Arvin again.

"That, sir, anu.... "

"Tell me!"

"I haven't booked the cab yet, sir," Ira replied very carefully.

Arvin is upset. He could only shake with the carelessness of his assistant.

"Once again sorry, sir." Arvin just turned the ball lazily.

"Message hunt!" tell Arvin.

"Yes, sir, yes" Ira replied again. He immediately searched the anline taxi app on his phone screen and immediately did as his boss ordered.

"What else is it?" arvin asked when he saw Ira was confused.

"Sir, where are we going?" Arvin did not answer, he just took the phone belonging to his assistant.

"My phone sir wants to be flanked?"

After typing something there, Arvin immediately returned the phone belonging to Ira. A white hatback stopped in front of them.

"You're taking my bag to the trunk!" tell Arvin to Ira.

"But, Sir.... "

"Hurry up!" it's Arvin again. The man did not even give Ira a chance to answer. Without refuting any more, Ira did as he was told.

The taxi that Arvin and Ira pulled finally arrived at a fancy restaurant not far from the hotel where they stayed last night. The two went straight into the restaurant and looked for the co-worker in question. However, Ira's eyes again rounded when she knew the co-worker Arvin was going to meet. It turns out that the person Arvin will meet is Ira's uncle, Tama.

"Why stop?" arvin asked as he looked at his personal essence, it suddenly stopped.

"Do you have stomach pain?" asked Arvin with a look of disbelief.

"Yes, sir," Ira replied while putting on her grimacing face. He had to look really sick so that his new boss wouldn't suspect him.

"Oh, sir, I can't stand it, I really have to go to the touret now" Ira said, holding her stomach.

"You're not lying to me, are you?" arvin looked back at Ira.

"Sir why did I lie to you? My stomach really hurts, but, if you don't believe, I've come with you. But, do not blame me if I embarrass Father in front of your colleagues later," replied Ira. He looked at Arvin's face. Ira hoped her boss would believe her reason.

"Yes, come on sir, let's meet him now!" take Ira, she walks ahead of Arvin while still holding her stomach.

"Wait!" Arvin held Ira's hand. "Here he said to go to the toilet!"

"Don't you believe my stomach hurts?"

"When did I say I didn't believe it?"

"The father didn't say it, but the way you looked at me proved you didn't trust me."

Actually Arvin did not believe that his assistant was a stomachache. Somehow he felt certain that something was being avoided by his assistant.

"Oh, you don't trust me. Yes, let's just meet the Father's colleague." Back Ira spoke, she also returned pretending to grimace while holding her stomach.

"It's there if you want to go to the toilet! I don't want you to make it happen that we're discussing!" Ira was so relieved to hear Arvin's words.

"So sir can I go to the toilet now?"

"Yes, go!"

Ira was finally relieved to avoid meeting her uncle.