MY BOSS MY HUSBAND
MY THING - LO

"Sorry Master, Tika can't be Master's servant anymore. Tika wants a long leave of absence. Tika is tired, want to make a small business."

Tika probably thought that God had invited her to stay on one roof like before, so his assistant, so the special maid of the man. Work on the Gods as assistants again.

The god frowned, "You don't want to serve me anymore? Will not prepare food for me .. prepare all my needs every day?"

Tika shook her head sure.

"Aren't you going to be humming my son?"

Wait .. wait, Tika terngangga. His head was immediately pierced. His brain was empty for a moment. He who is slow or fast-passing God. Is that guy proposing to him? Tika could not think at that moment.

"Child .. Whose son, sir?" Tika gulped, goosebumps waiting for God's answer.

Tika's eyes were now focused on looking at the handsome man's lips. Waiting for the answer to what will be said. Tika also prepared her ears with jelly, afraid that she could not hear the voice of God.

"Our Child!"

Mak Jleb's.

The gods immediately looked away. Ah, Tika makes it awkward. Why does he feel so stiff.

"Master ..., sir don't joke."

Tika had trouble swallowing her own saliva. God's answer made him a flea.

"Bg ... Triathlon ... Tica. You should be getting smarter, Tik. Why be sluggish like a conch. Something seems to be wrong with you."

Tika lowered her head, she cursed. "This what the hell? Did the man propose to her? Or is he joking? Geez, if Madam finds out, I could be sent to Africa." Tika keeps grumbling. He was confused, what serious God was joking.

"Sir!"

"Eh .. Yes Sir."

"How's it?" ask the god with a serious face. He looked at Tika's eyeballs closely. It's like looking for answers in there.

"Hows it? What how, sir?" Asked even behind the nanya, that is Sartika Sarasvati.

"Well! You're selling expensive now apparently." The god stared in disbelief. Trouble he rehearses for days to uncover his feelings, eh Tika his response is far from expectations.

"Forget it!" added the god while rising from his seat. Suddenly the man's face grimaced with the pain, it seemed like the God's leg had yet to fully recover. But Tika doesn't know. As the woman knew, the gods could walk. Not knowing that God is still healing. He should have worn auxiliary devices. Honey, the man was too eager to show Tika, to the world, that he could walk back.

After paying the bill, they headed to the parking lot. God and Tika prepared for the next place.

"Em .. take me to Maesa's contract, sir," said Tika.

The god shook his head while opening the front door for Tika.

"Come in!"

The woman was stunned, five years could completely change everything, making the man perfectly metaphorical. A fierce man who likes to be angry is now a different man, so attention, sweet and of course more alluring. Holy hooch! Tika's brain goes back to traveling, traveling everywhere.

"Where are we going?" Tika was afraid, if she followed the gods. He thought he would be taken home again. If the Madam finds out, Tika can be expelled and dragged away. And sent abroad. Either Africa, Abu Dhabi, or even into the Amazon interior.

"My apartment" replied the God without burden.

The answer is quite short, dense, clear and sounds very cringe in the ear. Making Tika's eyeballs again want to jump, jumping out because so surprised.

"Master moved?"

"No." Still with a flat face.

"Then?" Tika was curious, as soon as God lived in a big house with his mother. Where does Tika know that the Gods have a luxury apartment.

Tika did not ask anymore, she now sat quietly. Enjoy the melody of the audio. It just so happened to be Celine's song. The power of love accompanies their journey to the God's apartment. Long enough the car drove, until finally Tika even overslept.

"Tick ... Tika's! We've arrived."

The god touched Tika's cheek, trying to wake the woman up.

"Ah, has it arrived? Sorry ... Tika overslept."

Tika rubbed her eyes, then looked around. A tall building lay in front of him.

"Apartment Master?"

"Rem ... Comeondown!"

The god went down first, with attention he opened the door next door. Again to make Tika wonder, what has changed the cold, grumpy and extra jutek man?

***

"Mr ... Tika just go home, yeah!"

Tika felt uncomfortable when they entered the elevator. And the gods only answer it with a glance.

"You can't back off! We've arrived."

"Geez!" tika Inner, she started to panic on her own.

A moment later, the elevator door opened. They went straight to the god's apartment.

"Come in!" God opened the door of his apartment wide for the woman he had been waiting for.

Tika hesitated, wanted to leave but had already gone a long way. Tika became a dilemma bin galau acute.

As for God, after opening the door, he headed for the kitchen. Open the fridge and get a drink for Tika.

"Drink!" He held out a bottle of mineral water to Tika who was still standing. "Sit down Tika, consider it your own home." The god sat down and patted the sofa by his side.

Tika managed to catch her breath first, but just sitting next to the God why was her heart exploding? Hem ... This is not right.

"Oh yeah, stay here tonight, you don't have a place to stay, right?"

"No sir .. thank you. Tika just go home. Tika has contact Maesa."

Well, HP is destroyed anyway. Tika forgot, surely Maesaroh had contacted him many times.

"Mr ... Tika can pinch her phone?"

Not knowing why, God just handed over his phone.

"Here you go, sir." Tika held out a cell phone to the God.

"It!"

When God's phone was open, instead of calling Maesaroh's number, Tika even glazed. He did not expect, while in Hong Kong, it turns out that the Gods are watching him.

His eyes were unable to stem the clear grain any longer, the wallpaper of God's cell phone was filled with portraits of him. A collage, photographs of Tika being put together while she was in the country.

"Hey! What's wrong with you? Don't say dust!" Looking at the moved Tika, the God smiled triumphantly.

"Master stole Tika's pictures" Tika said with a hoarse-sounding voice.

"Just a photo of Tika, what about you? Five years ... Five years you stole my heart." Seriate.