My 100th Secretary's
Lyrically

In Bayu O'Grady's car

"Jengs..."

"Yes, Mr Bayu?" ajeng replied while picking up his phone because there was a message notification from an unknown number.

"If you go, who will make me klepon and poffertjes?"

Ajeng. "Lha Pak Bayu, it is still nine months I am under contract with Mr. Bayu. I'm not going now either. Lha kok kayak wong meteng ya (as pregnant people )... Whose number is this?" The girl stared at the message on her phone. "Owalaahhh in Mamoru tho?"

Bayu patted his eel. This one boy is not sensitive if I am persuading him not to go? "Kok Moru knows your number?"

"Now when I met at a pizza restaurant, Ms. Alea asked for my number. Maybe Mamoru asked him. Bentar yes Mr. Bayu, in Mamoru ask for my apartment address for tomorrow there." Ajeng typed his address and pin location and then put his phone in the bag. "Sir Bayu said what? About the favorite food of Mr Bayu?"

"Not Jeng. Don't you want to be my secretary?"

"It's not so, Mr. Bayu. I've been in New York for almost six years since college and I honestly miss Solo. New York is fun but Solo is better. Here look for rambak powder, soto Gading, soto Hj Fatimah, fried chicken biduran, dawet selasih, nasi liwet ... Noaaa" whine Ajeng dramatically makes Bayu look at him as bad.

"Basic of the eater !"

"Lho tenan (real ) sir. I had tried to make a drunk rambak. Make soto ala soto ivory, no ngalor ngidul (cluttered )... It's sad! Good at where it came from sir. Besides, sir there's cheap food."

"What do you want to do there?" asked Bayu while twisting his brain so that the secretary of his dimeh did not leave.

"The plan is I want entrepreneurs to open a clothing boutique let alone I have experience in a boutique so why not open it myself? Maybe not so much, but my own. I have calculated the capital, especially there is a second house of my parents in Solo that is being contracted. Next year the contract expires so fitting sir, I go home there is a place."

"If I don't let you go, how about it?" say Bayu.

"Cock?! Did you forbid me to go? Was I on parole? Aadduuuhhhh!" Ajeng held his head which was applauded by Bayu.

"Not hard also hit by Jeng's clairvoyance!"

"Drama sikit lah (a little drama)" cengir Ajeng with Malaysian accent.

"Oh my goodness!" Bayu shook his head. "You're not a parole criminal. Could it be that kind of talk?"

"So Mr. Bayu forbade me to go. I'm wrong what sir is forbidden to go with the father?"

"Wrong you are, making me unable to get far from you!" answer Bayu firmly and in making Ajeng gawking.

"But why sir? I would say the most noble secretary on planet earth."

"Because... Even if you're a prankster, stubborn, annoying..."

"Stop sir! Kok not Ono sing slick babar blas si akame (ok nothing good at all I )!" cut the manyun.

"It is precisely that which is not good that impresses Jeng. I know you're a smart, supple and fun kid. That's your attraction Jeng. How my sisters get along with you immediately, Aya who has just met in person is suitable. Mommy too..."

"Pak Bayu, what does Pak Bayu mean?" tanya Ajeng with heart palpitations.

"I don't want to lose you Jeng."

Ajeng. "Huh...? Mr. Bayu..."

"I love you Jeng. You can believe it or not but only this time I'm really interested in women seriously." Bayu parked his car in a public parking lot near Ajeng's apartment. "I know it's not romantic to express feelings in the car ... Well at least not like Opa's great-grandson Edward Blair anyway..."

"Pak Bayu has a story about his great-grandpa? Story dong!" cut Ajeng to remove the thump in his heart hearing his Boss' love statement.

"Issha! You tuh! Listen first..."

"I heard Mr. Bayu loves me... But sir..."

"wear it! Dear Mr. Bayu, although I respect the father but I still can not confirm my feelings to the father..." He looked at Bayu seriously.

"Why?"

"It's too sudden..." Ajeng squinted his eyes. "Sir Bayu said this so as not to lose klepon and poffertjes right?"

Bayu did not answer but kissed Ajeng's forehead gently. "That's one of them but most of all, I can't separate from you."

Ajeng's tongue feels muddy. Oh my God, what dream did I have last night? Got slapped and got Boss? Dih, like the title of a novel?

"Let's get off, I'll take you to your apartment." Bayu opened his car door leaving Ajeng who was still dumbstruck.

I dream.. I passed out. Come on Tangi (get up) Jeng. It's just a dream... Ajeng turned his head when his car door opened and Bayu reached out his hand to help him down.

Allahuakbar, like princess only me... Ajeng held Bayu's hand and then the two walked towards his apartment building holding hands after Bayu locked his car.

Along the way to the apartment, Ajeng just kept quiet did not dare to open his mouth because it would be keblandrak anywhere because the Boss again fashion kasmaran snobs fell cintrong. Until he reached the door of the apartment, Ajeng was still in silent mode while opening the door of his residence.

The girl went inside followed by Bayu who then closed the door of the girl's apartment. The man searched the fridge and opened the freezer until he found frozen steak.

"Sir Bayu want to do something?" tanya Ajeng was confused to see her Boss unpacking the contents of her refrigerator.

"Masakin' it to you!" answer Bayu kalem.

"Sir, that's right! You can't cook?" Ajeng's black eyes looked at Bayu with very high uncertainty.

"Who said I can't cook? If it's just steak and mashed potatoes, it can be!"

"Sayur lodeh?" sedeng Goda.

"Clangs!"

He nodded but then frowned in pain. "Duh lali nek jek bengep (duh forgot if still bengap )."

Bayu just shook his head. "You change your clothes or clean it so it's fresh."

"Father can't wait! Bintilan!" He stared at the judge at his boss.

"Astaghfiullah! Who wants to stop! Busy cooking!" said Bayu annoyed.

Ajeng immediately took a change of clothes and headed to the bathroom to clean themselves while Bayu was busy making steaks and mashed potatoes and boiled vegetables for dinner at Ajeng's apartment. Bayu is grateful that all the spices in Ajeng's tiny kitchen are quite complete so he has no trouble seasoning his cooking.

Half an hour later Ajeng came out of the bathroom and the fragrant cooked meat made the tiny apartment smell of good cuisine. Ajeng opened his sliding door near the balcony so as not to smell too much smoke.

"Jebule Pak Bayu can cook yes. Sir, in what order do you think it's for me?" tanya Ajeng while sitting on the dining chair and drinking water.

"Additional statement dear Jeng."

Ajeng immediately choked.

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