My 100th Secretary's
Mas Kal - el

Ajeng looked at the three handsome men in front of him who could only hear the word scandal. I forgot it! They're out of Hong Kong!! Ajeng patted his eel. "Hongkong y'all suck, huh?"

"Well!" radeva said with a nosy smile.

"So mbak Ajeng, still do not want to accept my brother who has started to get the bucin virus?" goda Devan while staring amusedly at Bayu who is still a manyun.

"Sir, ndiaaaaa. I'm ambegan sek (i want to breathe first ). Alon-alon (slow - slow ) huh!" said Ajeng while raising both hands in front of Radeva and Devan who had not heard the words of the Javanese girl.

"Mbak Ajeng looks like Oma Gendhis ?" comment Devan.

"When I meet Oma Gendhis it's a good fit!" timpal Radeva's. "Do we take it to Jakarta to meet Oma Gendhis and continue to be left in New York alone?"

"Heeeiii !!!" Bayu Protest.

"Good ideas! I have a holiday next Sunday ? How do we go to Jakarta to take Ajeng instead?" Devan ignores Bayu protests.

"Sek sek sek... I'm arep mbok cangking to Jakarta ( I want you guys to take to Jakarta )?" Ajeng looked at the two cousins whose faces turned ignorant in an instant. The handsome is handsome but how do you mess around anyway?

"Jeng, how many months have you worked together?" Radeva looked at Ajeng seriously.

"Ti..three months..."

"Next week there's a holiday, right? Pas Halloween? How do we get to Jakarta, take Ajeng?" Radeva looked at Devan. "No need to go to a Halloween party, it doesn't matter! The important thing is that Oma Gendhis has an interlocutor talking about Java."

"BOY! It's true you want to take Ajeng to Jakarta!" hardik Bayu was annoyed to feel ignored by his two sisters. He felt upset because first Ajeng still did not receive his statement of feelings and now his two younger siblings plan to bring Ajeng to Jakarta to meet with one of his Omanya. Just be right!

"Lha mas Bayu will have an event here while me and Devan, free! I also want to see my nephew in Jakarta. Want to know Aizen follow Jules or Romeo" said Radeva cuek.

"Wait.wait... Regarding Mr. Radeva and Dik Devan to raise I hope to be calculated carefully because I can not prepare a damper if suddenly Pak Bayu becomes a level seven Twister wind!"

"Ajeng, the Twister uses the Fujita scale and the highest is the F-5, nothing has exceeded it. Don't add any more. Ted Fujita could rise from the grave protesting with you" Radeva said.

Notes.

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The scale was introduced by Ted Fujita of the University of Chicago in 1971. Ted Fujita teams up with Allen Pearson, head of the National Severe Storm Forecast Center (NSSFC). The NSSFC is now known as the Hurricane Prediction Center (SPC).

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"Ah, I'm a little hyperbole" replied Ajeng kalem.

"Oh let's think about it again Deva. Look, Bayu mas already pouting his face" kekeh Devan while pointing towards Bayu who from earlier felt like beating his two younger siblings.

"Eh? Waduuuhh. Yes, you guys finish the business. Me and Devan are on the road again. Jeng, we will discuss the event to Jakarta again. Okay?" Radeva blinked one eye.

"DAVA!" bentak Bayu's.

"Kabooorrr!" The two handsome men immediately darted away leaving Bayu and Ajeng who were still sitting on the garden chair.

"Astaghfiullah! How can you have a sister like them!" gerutu Bayu annoyed.

Ajeng looked at the pouting Bayu. "Sir Bayu..."

"What?"

"Can I go to Jakarta?" goda Ajeng makes the blue eyes of Bayu wide.

"NO!" Bayu stood up to leave Ajeng making the girl shocked and rushed to follow the man while carrying his paper bag.

"Sir Bayu! Sir!" call Ajeng while slightly running after Bayu who steps with wide steps. Suddenly Bayu stopped suddenly making Ajeng hit the wide back. "Dwoooh! My nose is mblesek (into )!" said Ajeng while holding his nose.

Bayu turned around and smiled looking at the manyun Ajeng then kissed the tip of the girl's nose. "Bah, I've blown it will not mblesek!"

"Sir Bayu!" ajeng Protest.

The witches could only take a long breath. Want to refuse until however, Bayu will still make him interested. Ajeng decided to follow the course while he ensured his prayers to the Creator.

Bayu looks happy to see his secretary just resignedly held by him let alone Ajeng's face was not as cute as before. "Enjoy only Jeng. You'll know what I am if you like and love someone."

"Sir Bayu..."

"Hmmmmm..."

"What about Mr. Agreyasa and Mr. Gandari?" ask Ajeng.

"You don't know what happened to me this morning." Bayu smiled remembering how her mother brutally beat her.

"Indeed, Mr Bayu, why was this morning?"

"My mom came to my apartment and beat me up because I knocked you out..."

Ajeng. "What's? Is Gandari strong to beat the father? Whoaaahh... Amazing and interesting..."

"Jeng, I'll tell ya. All the mommies in my family, strong beat their children because in our extended family, all may debate and fuss with Daddy but not with mommy. Want you to know your mommy is wrong, still you can not fight such brutality to Daddy. Fortunately our mommy was rarely wrong so we weren't up to the beat..."

"Truly the definition against mommy means kualat?" He looked at Bayu.

"Yup. We all loved each other's mommy. So if a man dares to flirt with a woman, I .. and my brothers are men, surely to beat that man up! Did he forget that he was born of a woman? Hitting a woman is like carrying your mother. Sissy is a man who dares to flirt with women!" Bayu's jaw appears to be hardened.

"Makanya Pak Bayu angry when I know I got hit in bandeng presto?" ask Ajeng.

"Yup. Especially you who are affected. My anger peaked Jeng."

Ajeng smiled then stroked Bayu's cheek. "Luckily Mr. Bayu is not a Kal-el mas so the presto bandeng is not gosong exposed to the light of petromax..."

"Jeng laser light..."

"Mis wrong!" reply Ajeng cuek.

"What did you call me?"

Ajeng. "Which one?"

"Mas Kal - el."

He bit his lower lip. Duh! Slips! Mateng Kowe Jeng!

"Ah... I heard wrong!" cengir Ajeng while pulling his hand from Bayu's cheek.

"Ajeng, my ears still hear perfectly. What was Kal-el?" Bayu stared amusedly at Ajeng who looked wrong.

"Can't you sir? Yes it is ... I'm..."

Bayu whispered beside Ajeng's ear. "I like that call. Different."

Suddenly the nape of Ajeng goosebumps. Opo, can I call you to Kal-el?

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