My Berondong Husband
#1 Aunt and Glass Drink Design
Kesya exhaled heavily while sipping the bitter maca that always accompanied her morning. People say, maca can eliminate toxins and toxins which means good for health and skin.
Very good is not, at the age of which is soon called aunty, he does have to take care of skin tightness, if not three years more skin on the edge of the eye and above the smile will look wrinkled.
Keep all that away from God. His inner. He did not want to be as old as his nagging next door neighbor. Who always looked at her strangely and disliked, as if Kesya was seizing her husband.
Every now and then he glanced at the clock in his right hand, making sure it wasn't too late to come to the office. Kesya do not want to be reprimanded Boss super fierce, if late absent. Surprisingly he always had a way to make her feel guilty. Not annoying.
Kesya continued to sip the thick green drink calmly, while enjoying the morning air from the window of the apartment I opened. He deliberately bought this apartment instead of a house, because as a design worker I need peace to do my work that requires a calm mind, not for others. Although the mother thought strange when she decided to take the apartment.
The tiger was up, he walked to put it on a pile of dirty dishes, took his briefcase, then headed to the rack to take pantofel shoes with the right of several centi. I don't like to use it, but it's a weird rule from the office.
Locked the door of his apartment, then walked back in the hallway, followed it for a while, pressed the elevator button, down the ground floor and out of the apartment area. Waiting for a bus not far from there.
It felt like Sailor Moon, who was agile. "With the power of the moon." (Don't follow his movements)
The regular bus stops at seven in the morning, which means five minutes, maybe he can take a beautiful selfie first to tell his fans that Kesya the Queen of the universe is still alive.
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Czechoslovakia!
There are twenty-five photos in one check and many poses, all beautiful as usual, when he uploaded all his social media. There are also 200 followers.
Thats enough. The bus has arrived, put the phone in her little bag containing all the affairs of women. Take a relaxing step into the bus. The bus this morning was quite quiet he could sit quietly now until later until the Office thirty minutes away. But, this bus driver output fast farious, sometimes fifteen minutes until.
While waiting until the office, he wanted to sleep for a while, because last night he had time to stay up.
*Not staying up late
If it means nothing
Maybe it's okay to
If there is a need.*
"Sorry aunt here is empty?"
Huh huh? Kesya sharpen his ears, he has not been able to close his eyes, it looks like someone is talking near him but certainly not with him. Same thing it's called, aunt.
"Aante!"
"O boy, are you talking to me?"
"Polite, I'm young, nice to call a aunt. Call, mbak."
"Oh yeah, auntie." Said the young man who was wearing a neat black and white shirt. Without caring about the look of Kesya's face, he immediately sat as comfortable as possible.
Kesya was still thinking hard what his face was that old until someone called him aunty, he did not think. She was twenty-seven years old, beautiful and seductive at least that she saw reflected.
He looked at the man beside him, young and handsome. Looks like he's still a teenager, a college boy or even still high school. So leaning.
Feeling the look of the man turned his head, and smiled showing off his white lips that were overgrown with one gingsul on the left. After he realized Kesya threw away her face and closed her eyes.
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"Yuyun!" Exclaimed the Boss with his face that looked confused.
"Oh sir boss, my name is Yunda kali. Why are you screaming in the morning?" Said Yunda with his style of being coquettish and did not care that the one he was talking to was his Boss.
"This is a child. Where has not yet come. I need him."
"You like to change calls. Most still on the road, this hasn't been an absent clock either, sir."
"I'm here sir!" Shouted Kesya approaching the Boss with his tired face. He was like a marathon runner who headed to finish when chasing absences.
"Where are you from, Nur? Come with me to the room."
"Ready, sir" Kesya widened her hand, respectful as a sign yes. Then follow behind Mr. Boss. "Bring me, Yun."
Kesya sniffed something that would happen to him, which would make him say sorry sir-sorry repeatedly. But, what's wrong he didn't come too late.
The big tall man with thin bewok always bothers him with a lot of work, overtime that does not know the time to advance the deadline arbitrarily. And it looks like it's going to happen to him.
"Nur, which design did I ask for last week?" The boss charged Kesya something while they were in the room.
"Huh? Which design is the boss?" Ask the fool.
"The design of the requested glass drink for advertising, the time you forget."
"Open the boss asks for next month, huh?"
"I said so. Yaudah advanced, yes, tomorrow must be finished."
"But, boss.."
"Huss, don't argue." Cut off the boss while covering Kesya's mouth with his index finger.
Kesya put on a cengo' face'. True what he said, the boss kingpin likes to advance the deadline arbitrarily. Address he had to overtime again to work on the design that in line he had not done._