My Angel Baby's
Mama Ane is sick

...The MAB by VizcaVida...

...|03. Nastar or Kastengel?|...

...Happy reading...

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Macet has become a friend of Louis' routine after eating breakfast toast peanut butter made by his mother in the morning. Morning roads are often full and dominated by two-wheeled motor vehicle users in working hours as it is today. They overtake each other scrambling, no matter other road users who prioritize safety.

He can only launch his Lexus RX 300 F Sport silver every two minutes. It was again stopped with a distance of 20-30 meters from the starting point of the stop. This morning's jog was really severe and emotionally draining.

Both of his big palms removed the steering circle, then leaned his body weight with a rough breath slightly irritated by waking up bad luck. As he recalled, Angel sent a message this morning, telling him if there was a meeting in the office with all the staff around nine in the morning. And now he's still at the centre of the worst traffic jam at eight. It took him about an hour to get to the office.

Louis breathed again. He reached for his phone to contact Angel, asking her where she was now.

It didn't take long when the call was connected, Angel's delicate voice greeted across.

“Ya, sir?”

“You've arrived at the office?”

Angel answered briefly. “Ya.” while Louis, increasingly frustrated and massaging his temples that feel heavy.

“Can you drop off the meeting schedule? I was afraid I could not come on time. The road was very jammed, I was stuck in the middle and could not go forward or back.”

“Wait a minute, let me check once again the gaffer's schedule today.”

“Eum, I wait.”

Louis massaged his forehead which now also felt dizzy. It seems like his limbs have always been compact in terms related to the word puyeng.

After waiting for a few seconds, Angel's voice came back. “Pak,”

“Ya.” Louis flinched in that soft voice, then straightened his back, preparing to hear Angel read his schedule this morning which must have always been crowded.

“It seems like it can't, sir. Because at half-eleven, you have another meeting agenda discussing one of the television plans of the creative team that was recently made with several artists as its filler.”

Louis clucked. How then? Meeting with staff is also important because he wants to tell all employees if the company will implement a new policy that is more profitable for them. A loyalty that will be given every mid-month.

“If the meeting is postponed tomorrow, can?” louis was still trying to negotiate.

Louis hears faintly when Angel opens the sheet of paper. “Tomorrow, Anada's schedule actually starts from eight in the morning, sir.”

Again, Louis snorted this time a little annoyed. His life really could not be invited to negotiate in the slightest. Everything was programmed and planned and there was no way he could break one. Or everything will be messy, and impact on the company.

“Then, please tell all the participants who participated, our meeting started when I got there, yes. I can't hit the traffic jam.” lamented. He had absolutely no intention of working unprofessionally, but he was completely stuck.

“Good, sir.” said Angel is calm and is ready to spread information through a group of companies consisting of more than a thousand people.

“Thank you, yes.”

“Sama-sama, sir.”

Louis ends the call and throws his phone over the dashboard to vent his feelings of regret. He then stepped on the accelerator again because the vehicle in front of him was walking away from the front hood of his car.

In the other corner, Angel smelled her smile as she stared at the two transparent boxes each containing a cake and a castle. Because some time ago Louis found out about his side job as a pastry seller, he intended to give the boss his handmade cookies as a sign of gratitude for being patient and accepting himself to join the television company.

He then put the two transparent boxes into a small bag of sky blue, Not to forget also tucked a small sticky note in it bearing a thank you to the boss, then he walked towards Louis's room while arranging and cleaning the room before the occupants arrived.

There was a sudden feeling rumbling in Angel's chest, but she knew and was self-conscious not here her spirit released the feeling. They have different backgrounds. Let him admire, without needing to know. Let him keep it neat in his heart.

Put that blue bag on the table. He smiled, imagining Louis's face when he saw the bag and ate it while he was busy working. Angel blushed without being asked.

“Oh, come on Ngel. This isn't Lo's place. Dream Lo height.” his murmur commemorates himself. “Sick to know, if it falls from the sky.” he continued with a wry smile, then set the table and put Louis' schedule on the same place. Ah, don't forget to slide the little blue bag so that it's close to Louis' schedule and not missed by his boss's gaze, then Angel walks back to his desk.

With a hasty step, Louis headed to the meeting place in one of the special halls that were made for a meeting together.

The tiered legs in a black House Of Testoni pantofel with pointed tips, and the gray suit of Desmon Merrion Supreme Bespoke attached to his burly body immediately slid without further ado. Every now and then he checks the time, and every second that is wasted, is like hell to him.

“Shiiit!!” he said slowly because he was upset it was forty-five minutes late from the on time schedule that had been prepared by his secretary, Angel.

Once he got to the front door of the glass hall that was intended for this meeting, he no longer wanted to wait or just fix the location of his tie. What was in his brain only made up for the wasted time with the core material that he had to convey in a straightforward and on target.

A gaze was fixed on him as his footsteps knocking on the floor echoed. Hundreds of pairs of eyes that are present here can not be separated to highlight it because this is indeed a step incident to see their handsome and charismatic boss. The amazed whispers began to catch the senses, but did not make Louis happy, but rather a little disturbed. He doesn't like to be admired. He's not an artist.

The loud speaker sound is active slightly buzzing at the beginning, then the sound of a moderator who is none other than Angel who opens the event. In addition to Louis who attracts the eyes of women, Angel has its own place in the hearts of the Adam who took shelter in this television company. Because Angel is beautiful and able to attract the attention of those who see it.

“Good morning, the audience.”

The meeting went as Louis wished although it was only short. There was little dissatisfaction until Louis was forced to apologize to all employees because of his delay. And then he closes with a cheering speech and a company motto that is spoken together in a compact manner.

Finished with one agenda, Louis walked through the lobby to go to his study first before continuing his other agenda.

Angel who tried to equalize steps, was forced to run a little to align himself to read a series of schedules so that Louis knew even though at his desk later, Louis could also read it.

“Please make me a warm tea yes, Ngel.” pinta Louis because of thirst. Honestly, he was holding his thirst even though at the meeting table there was mineral water that he did not touch because he was struggling. Angel nodded.

“Thank you.” he said, then pushed the door and walked towards his desk.

Louis was surprised by the presence of a small blue bag on his desk, near the sheet that he knew contained his work schedule this finger.

Louis squealed to make sure, but nil and ended up grabbing the little blue bag and opening it.

A smile spread when he saw the contents of the small bag was a cake nastar and also a castle in a different box. He then grabbed a pink sticky note written by hand with a neat and beautiful clothes filled with thanks and ended with a smile emoticon and the name of the sender, Angel.

“Hah,” his spray sighed. “At least I can eat when I'm bored, later.” whispered to myself.

Louis placed the cookies in a large drawer under the table with a smile still on, then sat down and started to turn on his laptop.

Shortly after, Angel showed up with a cup of warm unsalted tea as she wished.

“Still yes, Ngel.” scolds Louis who makes Angel a little gasp, then tries to restore consciousness. “Kue dried.” continued Louis glanced at a glance at Angel who put a teacup on his side.

“May you like.”

Louis nodded. “I can snack on it when bored working.”

Angel nodded confirming Louis' intention.

“Ah, what is the name of the cake?”

Angel turned to look for the object he presented to his superiors. Seeing Angel's gurgle, Louis bent down and took out two boxes that he had not long ago put into the desk drawer. Then put it not far from Angel's sight.

“This one is nastar,” show Angel on a cake shaped half yellowish ball with cheese grater on it. “If this one, kastengel.” point Angel on a pastry that is shaped like a small rectangle but oval in the corners, with the same cheese grater as a nastar cake.

“Ah, can I try it?” asked Louis for permission.

Angel was enthusiastic. “Please, sir.” He even helped Louis open the votive box and politely pushed right in front of Louis who had first put the castle in his mouth.

Angel's heart beats waiting for Louis' opinion about the cake. He squeezed his own fingers, his nervous rank.

Then, Louis began to reach for the nastar and put it in his mouth. The expression shown was more amazing.

“Enak.” said without hesitation that makes Angel can breathe a sigh of relief.

He smiled again and asked his boss. “So, according to the father, recommend which one?” he asked, drawing attention Louis to pay attention to two different foods in their respective containers. Try to make an assessment after tasting. “Nastar, or castles?” []

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