My Boss, My (Ex) Boyfriend
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"I don't mean to yell at Adit's mas. But I am willing and willing, my mother. I'd like to join Adit's mas out of town again if I get a chance." I said embarrassed.

I explained it carefully and even when I spoke I deliberately used a low tone of voice so as not to surprise her again.

Suddenly, he laughed beside me. His laughter was not big but very lively within my hearing. Confused, I ventured to raise my head to look at it. Mas Adit was laughing, his broad shoulders seemed to shake with his laughter. Makes me wonder if there was anything funny to the point of making her laugh after this?

"Why, mas?" I hesitated when the laughter began to subside.

He glanced at me briefly and laughed again, strange, is there something wrong with my face?

I touched my face, nothing suspicious. But I still wasn't sure so I took a mini mirror from inside my bag. In the mirror I looked and took a serious look when my face was fine. There are no lipstick stains or any other makeup I'm afraid of. Everything's fine. Why is Adit still laughing?

"My hair's a problem, huh, mas?" If my face doesn't have a problem then maybe my hair is the source of the laughter.

So caught up in the shame and fear, I hesitantly asked him.

"No, there's nothing wrong with your hair. It's just..."

Thank goodness my hair is fine! Everything's fine, but, uh,

"What is it, my mother?" I'm so nervous.

Why is Adit still hanging me?

He glanced at me as he said, "Just tonight you're so funny. Has anyone ever told you that you behave like an 18-year-old girl?" Ask before looking back at the road ahead.

Oh, so this isn't something really bad?

What Adit asks has good intentions, right?

"I'm a long way from an 18-year-old girl. I'm almost three-headed in two years. So how could I possibly be likened to a teenager?"

I am a widow of two children, the lines of a Mother who has left traces inside me can never be covered even though I try to look beautiful with a beautiful make up dress. This is a fact that cannot be hidden.

"But in my eyes you are an 18-year-old. You have something in common with Madame Rein. You're both not aware of age." Mas said Adit might want to cheer me up.

I shook my head helplessly. Whatever Adit says as long as it makes him smile or laugh, I will never mind it because it will always mean good things to me.

Half an hour on the way we finally arrived in front of the Demian mansion, it felt so short and fast, honestly I was not willing to part from the Adit mas. The times I spent with him were too precious and important in my heart. I might not be willing to forget it.

"Mas Adit be careful on the road." I got out of his car.

Adit also got out of his car. He instead handed the keys to his car to the guard on duty, oddly enough.

"Good night, sir." The gatekeeper approached us.

"Night. Please take care of my car." He said, handing over the car keys.

Ah, is he gonna stay here tonight?

"Ready, sir." The guard then rushed into Adit's car.

Mas Adit hurriedly reminded him that our belongings were still inside. After making certain arrangements, Mas Adit took my belongings from the trunk of the car and the goods are not too much. Mine was clearly more than him so I immediately stopped him from carrying my stuff.

"Mas let me." My hand was outstretched wanting to grab my suitcase and some grocery bags from town D.

But Mas Adit even shifted my suitcase and gave me the suitcase. I was dumbfounded, a little slow to think what Mas Adit meant by giving me his suitcase.

"My suitcase is smaller, you can take it." He said with a flat expression on his face.

Ugh, embarrassed, I hesitantly pulled the suitcase to my side because I could not resist seeing how solemn his flat face was.

"Next time don't try to fight over stuff with me again. I am a man, with your actions you have indirectly underestimated my strength as a man." I have not finished processing the words before, but Adit spoke to me again.

Hearing what he said I can't help but feel ashamed! I really didn't mean it that way!

I just feel bad to trouble her continuously because she's been driving the car for hours. Our trip was not close so I knew how tired Adit was during the trip. In addition, Adit also must be tired of working hard for a few days because that's why I can't bear to increase the burden.

Well, even though he's a man, he's also a man. They can also feel tired and sick, they have limits to their body reach. I really just think so.

"I didn't mean it, Mom. I know that Adit's tired from D city so I don't want to bother Adit anymore." Said explain.

"I only lifted suitcases and light items, not hauling houses. So don't think about it." Mas Adit said as he walked away from me.

Oh, my God, this is so embarrassing. I hurriedly ran after him. The legs of Mas Adit level so the steps are big and fast so inevitably I have to run small to chase after him.

"Slow." His ejek is not insulting.

My face turned red and I said nothing to refute it. What Adit says is true. I'm very slow but I think for this woman's size it's fast. He is the only one with speed!

Oh yes, there are important rules within the Demian mansion and anyone who violates them will definitely be expelled indiscriminately. That is, any woman is not allowed to use high rights while in the Demian mansion. Because Mr. Davin really hates the commotion and may have a hatred for high-rights voices. Because there was once an incident of a housekeeper walking back and forth in the mansion with high rights. At that time Mr. Davin happened to be in the mansion with Madame Rein. Mr. Davin deliberately did not go to the office because he wanted to spend a lot of time with Mrs Rein and the children. Mr. Davin was deeply troubled by the woman's high-heeled voice because he thought the woman's high-heeled voice sounded so noisy. Though we think the women's voices are not too big but still make Mr. Davin disturbed. As a result, the woman was immediately fired without getting any opportunity or defense. And since then no one has dared to exercise high rights inside the house. We all wore the typical servant shoes of the Demian mansion. But this rule does not apply to Madame Rein. Listen, Mr. Davin is very happy to see him using high heels and even bought a high-heeled brand store that is very draining of pockets. Everyone was shocked and jealous because Mr. Davin's treatment of Madame Rein was so different. Of course, my best friend is special in Mr. Davin's heart and because he is special, Mr. Davin treats him special. My best friend is so happy with his life now!

Well, because it is not allowed to use high heels. Before I left the hotel I replaced my high heels with regular shoes.

"Good night to Anggi and Mr. Adit." Greet a servant who seemed to have just finished work and prepared to return to their dormitory beside the mansion.

"Good night. You're done working?" I asked stale bases.

He nodded politely, "Already, ma'am. I just want to go back to the dorm."

I waved my hand at him asking the waiter to leave immediately.

"Go away. You need to rest."

After the servant left I saw Mas Adit who still had a flat expression on his face.

"Mas Adit lives in a regular room?"

In this mansion Adit mas has a private room specially provided by Mr. Davin for him. The room is fairly difficult to enter because Adit mas is an important person Mr. Davin so there are many secrets held by the Adit community. So the room should not be entered by just anyone.

And often the Adit mas will stay at the mansion if it has an important affair with Mr. Davin who is urgent and must be resolved immediately.

"Hem, in a regular room."

He looks exhausted.

You see, Adit seems tired and needs rest so I ventured to offer a favor.

"No need." He rejected me.

Even so I still feel disappointed.

"If you insist, just make me a glass of warm test."

I never forced her,"..." Adit sometimes makes me very angry.

But he's so cute and cute like this!

"Byeah, I'll make you a mas after I put my things in the room." I said very happy but still trying to handle the happy euphoria in my heart.

"Let me take you."

Mas Adit then led the way to my room which was on the first floor. As soon as he got to my door, he stopped and asked me to open the door.

"Attent, mas."

My hand then stretched out to press the fingerprint next to the door, and then a 'click' sound was heard, the door of my room was not locked anymore. Mas Adit pushed open my door and entered the room. He put my suitcase and other things next to the bed. After that she took her suitcase from me, without saying a word she directly came out of my room.

Seeing him leave I immediately closed the door. Taking my pajamas from the inside after that I went inside the bathroom for a warm bath. My bath can be said to be lightning because I can't wait to make Adit mas a cup of warm tea. I'm afraid that I've been thinking for too long if I don't make him tea.

15 Minutes after coming out of the bathroom I tied up my long hair as usual, took a lip moisturizer so that my lips were not too pale and dry, I then went out to the kitchen. In the kitchen I heated the water, prepared the most frequent green tea mas Adit drank and immediately brewed it without sugar.

Tok

Tok

Tok

I knocked on Adit's mas room door.

Not long after that the door of Adit's mas room opened. He seemed to have just finished bathing because he was still wearing a bathrobe and from his faint body I could see warm water vapor. Spreading the fragrance of bath soap to the top of my nose for inhalation and enjoyment. Hem, I have the illusion of drinking a glass of high-grade alcohol because the smell is so intoxicating.

"Pig? Anggi?!" He called me repeatedly.

Immediately I woke up from my daydream.

I replied to a sigh, "Yes.yes, mas?"

"What the hell are you thinking, I'm calling when I don't answer?" Ask wonder.

I was also amazed by myself. It could be still daydreaming in front of the Adit mas. Put where my face is when Adit knows what's playing in my head right now.

"I don't think about anything, ma'am." I'm obviously lying but I still hope he believes my lies.

"Hem, come in." Mas Adit shifted his body to the side, asking me to go inside his room.

This is totally unexpected. I thought I could only deliver this drink to the front door but I seemed too insecure because Adit asked me to go inside his room!

Me?

I was allowed into his room, my God!

What am I supposed to do now?

Should I go inside her room - what the hell am I asking! Obviously I also want to go inside his room!

"Why are you talking again?"

"Oh.." I was very embarrassed because I was caught twice dumbstruck in front of Adit mas.

But my reaction should be natural, right? Because I still can't believe in luck today when there will be a day when I can get into Adit's mas room!

I'm very lucky.

"Can I come in?" Many doubt.

"Come in. Don't be afraid, I won't rape you." Said flat.

Oh my God, I almost heard it!

I'm not that crazy! Everyone knows how cleansing Adit mas is so how could he possibly touch the widow of a second child with such a shameful disgrace in me?!

Rather than choosing me a mas Adit might prefer a woman who is still fresh and nice!

And I don't fall into that category.

"No.no, mas. I don't think so. Then I'll let you in."

Before Mas Adit spoke again, I hurriedly entered his room. Put warm tea water on the nightstand next to his bed and prepare to leave. But before I went back to my room, Adit asked me to wait.

"Wait here." His order.

He took the clothes from the closet and went into the bathroom.

While waiting for Adit mas finished changing clothes, I stood in place while looking and paying attention to Adit's mas room. As in the hotel mas Adit room is very neat and comfortable. Everything is neatly arranged, ranging from thick books on the bookshelf, branded shoes on the shoe rack and a pile of documents on the workbench next to the bedroom window. And the most striking thing is that Adit's mas room is filled with the smell of soap I smelled earlier. The fragrance was very fragrant and refreshing, making me again feel drunk every time I kissed it.

"Sit down, you're very comfortable standing up."

I was shocked and turned to the bathroom. Mas Adit came out of the bathroom with a dark sleeping pajama that looked perfectly matched with the flat expression on his face.

"It's okay, ma'am." I said embarrassed.

"Are you tired?" He sat on the side of the bed.

I'm tired but can still be taken casually, "I'm fine, mas."

He then moved his stiff neck, his right hand massaging his left shoulder looking extremely exhausted. I felt sorry for it and decided to offer help once again. Sitting next to him in doubt and shame, I desperately asked, "Can I massage Adit's mas?" I said shyly.

"My massage wasn't as good as a professional one but Mom said it felt good." I explained carefully that my hands were still reliable even though they were not as good as the professionals.