My 100th Secretary's
Ajeng, You Njelehi!

The road to Soho, Ajeng Apartment

"Jeng, is my writing that bad?" asked Bayu while glancing at his secretary.

"Sir, I was told to read hanacaraka or Arab bald or Hangul or hiragana or kanji all sir. This letter does not represent the letters I mentioned! Not even the Russian letters containing all consonants! I wondered if the father was an Egyptian archaeologist because the letters looked like hieroglyphs! Or don't don't, the real father of aliens from the planet krypton so subconsciously wrote the letters kryptonian... Addduuuhhh!" Ajeng held his head that was hit by Bayu.

"Jeng, don't go anywhere in your mind! If my mommy hears you say I'm a Kryptonian boy, you can shut up! My mommy brought me nine months in the stomach!"

"Iiissshh sir Bayu! What if my head was blown?" sulk Ajeng while rubbing his head. Although Bayu does not clap hard but for Ajeng, a little drama is necessary!

"Compress later! Easy right?" reply Bayu Cuek that makes Ajeng anxious to punch the burly arm.

"Bossku ya ngene tho (My boss is like this anyway )?" gerutu Ajeng's.

"Why is your boss?"

"Sometimes it's heart-wrenching."

Bayu laughs. "Basic!"

After passing through traffic jams typical of New York City, finally the Range Rover Bayu car arrived at a public parking lot near the Ajeng apartment complex. The two went down and walked together towards the three-story building.

"Sir, don't send me papa!" reject Ajeng is not good to bring his boss up to his apartment.

"Here you go, shut up!" Bayu also sighed Ajeng's back to walk first.

Ajeng only according to bossnyan's will and began to enter his apartment building. Bayu see Ajeng apartment environment is quite safe with good security.

Thank goodness the environment is safe. Bayu also sees there is precinct (Polsek ) Soho who is only one block from Ajeng's apartment making himself relieved.

"Pak Bayu Blair O'Grady, thank you for taking me to the apartment." Ajeng stood at the door of his apartment.

"You didn't invite me in Jeng?"

Ajeng. "Wow, not how, sir, but I'm the bad one. Time boss comes to my hut."

"Justin..." Bayu's tone of voice sounded heavy and did not want to be denied.

"If you force it already. My hut is a mess you know, like the writing of the father" said Ajeng cuek and then opened his apartment.

It feels Bayu wants to pin the head of Ajeng who again clarifies his naudzubillah writing! Bayu also enters Ajeng's one-room apartment which is wider than the studio. And the man smiled faintly at how neat Ajeng was.

"Nice apartment Ajeng" praised Bayu.

"Thank you sir. Do you want coffee or beer?"

Bayu. "Beer?"

"Switch sir! I might be ready for beer. If sparkling soda is, like coke, dr pepper, and A&W there is."

"You like drinking that?" asked Bayu while raising his eyebrows.

"Rarely sir. Tombok want (if you want ) only" replied Ajeng.

"Coffee Jeng."

"OK sir. Monggo pinarak (please sit )." Go straight to the kitchen to make coffee.

Bayu prefers to open the sliding door to the balcony to see the situation in Ajeng's apartment. Fragrant coffee makes Bayu turn his head and looks Ajeng has prepared coffee for Bayu at the dinner table Then the girl was busy cooking something on the stove.

"What are you frying Jeng?" ask Bayu while entering the apartment and closing the sliding door.

"Chimes."

Bayu. "Cirengs?"

"Yes pak Bayu, fried aci. fried kanji."

Bayu laughed a little because he remembered the story of Omanya.

"Mother doesn't like whining?"

"Not Jeng, remember the Omaku story."

"Wait for Mr. Bayu. If you want a story bin fairy tale, wait until the chirping is ripe!" cut the bell with a serious face.

"Are you a hobby to hear stories?"

"That way, I know about Mr. Bayu." Fifteen minutes later the chirping was ripe and Ajeng prepared his chocolate sauce.

"Where did you get Jeng?" ask Bayu while taking the siren using tissue.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh." Bayu bit the cirrh and smiled gently. "There's a story about Cireng."

"Come sir. Fairytale" pinta Ajeng with a sweet smile.

"Oma was my great-granddaughter, Rhea Blair was pregnant with Kaia Blair. The problem is Oma Rhea cravings cireng and Oma can't enter the kitchen to make it herself..."

"Kitchen drunk?"

"Yup. Every time you go in the kitchen, you're gonna be vomiting."

Ajeng. "Then?"

"Oma Oom Rama McCloud was pastry chef Rain Reeves before marrying Opa Jeremy McCloud. My great-great-great-great-grandfather, Duncan Blair, asked for help in making the same siren as Oma Rain."

"Oma Rhea in..."

"New York."

"Oma Rain on..."

"Jakarta."

Ajeng. "WHAAATT? So Opa Duncan asked Oma Rain to make a siren in Jakarta and ..."

"And opa Duncan sent a plane to take cireng and other Indonesian food in Jakarta to be taken to New York." (Read Eagle For Rain ).

Ajeng looked at Bayu with open lips. "What! Astaghfirullah.. turns out the Sultan's family is strange, huh?"

Bayu. "Opa Duncan was his bucin asking for forgiveness from Oma Rhea, let alone pregnant the first child so anything is done!"

"Astaghfirullah's... Good thing you are Sultan's family ! Try it out for the commoners..."

"Jelata Ajeng's..."

"Wrong sak uprit sir. Wis ga kebayang will ngeces Omanya Pak Bayu not obedience maem cireng!" said Ajeng ignored the correction Bayu.

"You're it!" Bayu menoyor dahi Ajeng's.

"Sir Bayu..."

"Hhhhmm."

"Hong Kong's case hasn't finished the story... My father's future I can't sleep so much."

"Casualization Ajeng..."

"Yeeee. finally you can speak two ways with Indonesian after from earlier English versus Indonesian mix Jowo. We're like a shred of humor sir, this disconnect is rather haqiqi."

Bayu shook his head in dismay with his secretary's words. "What do you want to know about Hong Kong?"

"Is prison bad?"

"Yes, it's obviously not good for Jeng! The mattress is hard, the bed is narrow... "

"If it's your fault!"

"Why is my fault Jeng?" reply Bayu not accept.

"Who told the big daddy's body tends to stump!"

Bayu's turn is gawking. "Jang! How long have you been rattling around anyway?"

"Sir, I know you're dizzy with the federal agency's supervised events. So instead of being upset and irritated plus emotional, mending my father to joke..."

"Jeng, this is not a joke but an annoyance, you know!"

"Father mending annoyed with me. Rest assured! I am kind and not arrogant."

"Yes, but you're so cute!" the Sumpul Bayu manyun.

Ajeng laughed out loud. "Jebule (it turns out ) Pak Bayu knows the word njelehi (it sucks )!"

Somehow Bayu laughs to see his secretary dimeh like this. For a long time he did not feel the atmosphere of unrest that membikkan outside his family. Subconsciously, the impact of being imprisoned makes Bayu experience a little feeling of uneasy, but seeing the girl in front of him makes him anxious, slowly the discomfort is eroded.

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