My Boss Samuel's
Part. 2 - SAMUEL

“I just worked here and I've been welcomed with something like this. No use!” I threw the report on the floor, staring at the woman who had just entered my room. “Can't you do the report well? I see you've been working here long enough.”

He's down. “Sorry, Sir. I will fix ..”

“It's been the fifth repair but no change.” I interrupted quickly. Since this morning it was only the report that had not received my approval from me.

He raised his face, looked at me with an annoyed look but his mouth was tightly clenched. “I'll try it again.”

“Quick!”

His eyes were round, his mouth cursing without a sound. I closed in, waiting for maybe he would argue, but he just let out a strong sigh and nodded. “Then I excuse.” He turned his body around without waiting for my answer.

Ck, you are not polite!

“Who said you can go?!”

He stopped walking, looking at me from behind his shoulder. “Not that I have to work on this report now?” he looks pissed.

Greaty! He had enough guts too apparently. “Of course.” I grabbed the three maps that were on the table and handed them over to his hand. “You guys check this report and I wait another hour.”

“One hour?!” He's squealing loudly.

“Yes, must be on time.”

He opened his mouth and closed it again. Hugging the three maps tightly on his chest as if he wanted to crush the map as soon as possible. Then without saying anything, he walked out of my room.

“Fucking base, demon boss! There's no feeling! Boss kampreeet!” I could still hear him nagging with a loud voice out there, not caring at all even though he knew I would hear him.

I leaned against the door leaf. Smiling amusedly.

Looks like this is gonna be fun. I should have pulled my words that said I regret working here, because it turns out that torturing and pranking the men is so much fun. Moreover, the one named Adelia, just working together for a day has dared to call me a demon. Well, let's see how far he's going to survive. If he can survive working with me ...

Then he is ... Great girl.

I continued to lean back and peek at her through the glass window curtain. His mouth keeps moving, maybe cursing or nagging, I don't know either. But even though he seemed annoyed, he continued to do his work deftly while occasionally serving the words of his friends.

I smiled thinly. I guess women don't seem to want to work as office employees.

For women's size. She's gorgeous. So pretty.

And he too ... Attractively.

Tonight I went to my grandfather's house in Jakarta. Grandpa actually has a house here but I don't want to live with him. Yeah, let's just say I want to be independent.

“How do you work?” I looked at Grandpa who was putting a teacup on the table.

“Regular aja.” I answered flatly while continuing to play games on my phone.

“Sam.”

I stopped my game and looked at Grandpa. “Why?”

“Mumpung you have stayed here often-often out. Find a friend, start living a more mature life. You're almost thirty years old, right?”

I know where Grandpa's talking is going. “What's the reason?”

Grandpa just shrugged his shoulders. “Nothing. Grandpa just doesn't want you to be overwhelmed by what happened two years ago. You ... Still normal, right?”

My forehead creased when I heard Grandfather's question. What question is that?

“So grandfather consider granddaughter is not normal?”

“Not so by grandfather. You mean, you still like girls, right?”

I gawked at Grandfather's plain face while asking such a thing. “Why?”

Grandfather immediately approached me. “Grandfather is only worried because you have never dated. Especially since ... Happened two years ago. You're like getting away from women.”

I just stared at Grandpa with a flat face. “I’m normal.” I said and immediately Grandpa breathed a sigh of relief and laughed.

“Thank God, thank goodness.” Grandpa rubbed his own chest. “Already now lighten you just sleep. It's late and tomorrow you have to work again right.” Grandpa patted my shoulder slowly.

I stared at Grandpa's departure in wonder. Do I look abnormal? Even though I've never liked women, I'm pretty sure I'm a thousand percent normal. The proof all this time I was ordinary when I was close to a man.

Eh?!

I immediately shuddered. What the hell? Why am I imagining the no-no? Ah, grandfather's question is completely absurd.

My days as a manager continue. I even like this job more. Being the boss of a guy I think is a little weird. Not just one but almost all of my men, I think it's weird. They often said strange things that made me secretly smile amusedly. But not infrequently they also make me upset because they often chat and are not responsible for their work.

Damn, none of them interested me. It was those moments that made me think, am I really normal?

Damnit.

“Since Mr. Sam works here our division so famous loh.” I am currently in the meeting room with my men. We had just finished our meeting and used the rest of the time to relax before returning to work.

“Oh yes? Why?” I looked at Rizal who was smiling towards me.

“It used to be because of me. The most handsome guy on this floor.” All his friends immediately shouted out in protest.

From the beginning, meeting a man named Rizal was indeed very silly.

“When is your illness cured, Zal? Don't let otewe crazy lo. Don't beat him, sir. From the beginning I was not sane either can enter here via what path?” sari's words managed to make the others laugh.

“Mouse path time.” Angga commented.

Since the first meeting and being their boss I rarely joked and smiled in front of them. But honestly I also smile in my heart and believe me it is very torturous.

I cleared my throat to disguise a smile. “By the way, from the beginning I have said that you can call me by name only.”

I feel a little foreign to be called 'Sir' because I am used to being called by name only. Even my much younger cousin I told him to call me by name.

“Wah, can't dong, sir. Not polite when calling the same name superiors.” Angga said look awkward.

“Nothing. I don't like to hear you call me sir. I am not ordinary.”

“No, ah.” Tiwi started to open her voice. “If told to call dear I just want.” The boy laughed while hiding his face in embarrassment.

“Gue also wants that.” Bisik Adelia and they laughed again.

They started again.

“Elaaah, so much so that my ears deck, Del.” Rizal looks pinched Adelia's cheek.

I just stared at them and stood up. “Ya already if you don't want to. But I still specialize Angga sama Sari call me by name only. Can't protest.”

“But, Mr..” has not had time Angga continued his sentence I have come out of the meeting room.

The elevator door slowly opened and I saw in front of Adelia who was busy arranging the files she was carrying. He seemed to focus on the file in his hand until he did not see me coming out of the elevator.

“Aduh, if you use the eyes dong!”

Of course I immediately stopped stepping, staring back where Adelia was cleaning up the scattered papers. I looked at him confused. She why? Does he know how to talk like that?

“Udah hit do not help anymore!” his voice sounded again. I didn't feel like I hit him at all.

“Excuse me?” I asked him.

“Should be sorry not excus ..” he immediately glared as soon as he lifted his head when he realized that I was in front of him. “Pak Sam!” he squealed loudly and then covered his mouth with the file he was carrying. “Sorry, Sir. I don't see it turns out ... The father who nabrak.” He muttered while looking down.

“So, you will still accuse me of not using eyes?”

“No, Sir.” Selama fast. Adelia just got into the elevator. “Once again forgive me, Sir.” He lowered his head and his body disappeared behind the door of the elevator that was starting to close.

He's really weird.

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TO BE CONTINUED....

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Enliven dong genks I'm kangen read your comments that sometimes can make me laugh alone 🤭🤭

Betewe, until part two has anyone thought that Sam was not as rare as what you have been imagining all this time?