My Boss Samuel's
2. Kena Spray !

One year later.

“Adelia! Are you off today?!”

I was forced to open my eyes that still felt so sticky because I kept hearing the sound of screaming and pounding coming from my bedroom door. Who else would have done it if it wasn't my mom.

I immediately glanced at the clock that was almost pointed at half-seven. As soon as I woke up, I got out of my sleep and immediately ran inside to the bathroom. I don't have much time. As a result, I had to shorten my show. Even I also had to ignore the toilet that had been waving at my heartburn.

Patience to the stomach. We can finish it in the office toilet.

I wear a short black span skirt with a white shirt top, and don't forget my beloved black Stiletto. I don't have much time to preen. I only had time to wear powder and who should not forget and also miss is to wear lipstick.

I went down the stairs and had breakfast as fast as lightning.

“Mama, Adelia leave first.” I kissed Mom's hand while running.

I immediately opened the online ojek application to find the ojek brother closest to my home location. Once I got it, I immediately told him to speed as fast as lightning towards my office.

I can only hope that my brother can save me from a late disaster.

***

“Why is that a face?” Sari's mother looked at me with her eyebrows raised.

“Know ah! Buttuh holiday as it is,” I replied while tying my stretch hair that is strained using rubber.

“Kismin is very lo, Del. Use my pigtails.” Sister Sari threw me with a hairpin.

“Holiday is the same I want, Del?” Suddenly Rizal immediately joined in sitting on my desk.

“Kayak has money only lo, Zal. Inget ngajak tuh girls must have capital,” Mbak Sari's lips that certainly managed to make me laugh.

“Ck! If only ngajakin Adelia doang mah small. On the roadside, he was eating. Isn't that right, Del?”

“Not a twinkle but a puff, Zal,” Said which directly makes Rizal pout.

Sari's mother laughed. “Makanya modal dong, ngajak go kok nanggung.”

Rizal will always get scorned, as long as he does not realize that he is like that.

“Again this concerned, Ma'am. Nabung for the future,” he said sok mature, which of course even more makes us want to blaspheme him.

“Halaaah, candidates are still confused which already sok-sok'an concerned lo,” Celtuk Mbak Sari.

“The end of Adelia I invite so my future is not sensitive, Ma'am.” Rizal glanced at me with a smile.

What does he say the future? Duh, don't my darling have to live the future with him. It could be crazy in the middle of the road.

“What do you bring me? Remember your age! Don't have to much gombalin chick,” my great-granddaughter while pursing.

“Del, how did I not know if I had a class adek as beautiful as lo?” Ask Rizal suddenly.

“Means he's got those eyes in the gun to make it as it should be. It should be used to see beautiful things like .. I. for example.” Sister Sari and Rizal just chuckled at my words.

“Why did you discuss the beautiful early in the morning?” I turned to the source of the voice, where there were Tiwi and Mas Angga who had just returned from the pantry with four cups of coffee.

“Loh is only four anyway?” My protest while squealing.

“Sorry, Del. After that you have not come anyway, yes I only make four,” said Mas Angga with a plain face.

Look how ugly my friend is. If caught wrong, immediately pretentious to install a plain face. What if I were to melt like that?

“Halaaah, habit. I have made my own.” I put on an annoyed face while turning on the computer and confirming my sitting position.

“Joinan same I want?” Rizal looked at me with his mischievous smile.

“Ogah!” I'm upset. She didn't know if her annoying smile was making me even more upset.

Without me realizing it, Mr. Sam who has officially been my boss since a year ago has come, and walked casually through our room. I immediately pretended to concern myself with my computer screen.

“Adelia and Angga come into my room.” His orders while standing in front of the door of his room.

Somehow it feels like my heart stopped beating for a second after hearing the words from Mr. Sam. Like hearing the subtle whisper of the devil that keeps ringing in my head.

“My feelings are not good, Mas.” I stared at Mas Angga with a slashy face.

“Same. I want to be a boker, Del,” said while standing up

“Anjir lo, Mas! You ever thought of wanting boker. Don't know who we're going to face?” I hit Mas Angga's arm in annoyance.

Sari immediately laughed. “Keluarin aja, Ngga, than later out the gas in front of Sam,” he said still with a chuckle.

I just snorted and immediately walked into Mr. Sam's room with Mas Angga.

Just as usual, the man who was our Boss only put on a flat face when his men came. Mas Angga and I sat down and submitted our proposal.

Mr. Sam received it and opened the report one by one. Suddenly, his facial expression turned cold. It's flatter in the cold, yes a kind of road covered in snow - 0 degrees. You can guess what I am feeling with Mas Angga?

“How long have you been working?!” Sam started to pull out his horns.

“M-mean Father?” I swear my feelings are really bad. And why did that question come out of my mouth? Idiotically.

I could only breathe in slowly so as not to faint suddenly.

“What kind of proposal? I don't want to accept it. Do you know that the product is launching soon?! If you work like this how can everything be quickly completed?!” Mr. Sam looked at Mas Angga. “You haven't worked here for a long time. Why make a proposal like this?! A lot of wrong words. I don't want to know! Anyway this has to be reworked!” Mr. Sam slammed the proposal in front of me and Mas Angga.

“Ah yes and for you, Adelia.” My body was already sweating coldly when I heard Mr. Sam say my name. “ Immediately report the determination of the price to me.”

Mas Angga and I just nodded and then went out of Mr. Sam's room with a restraint of annoyance and.

Who wouldn't be afraid to see our boss get angry? I swear sometimes I just can't distinguish Mr. Sam's face with the demit of this office if he's angry.

I slammed my proposal on the table.

“Tuh right, Mas. What did I say? He was indeed destitute, fierce as a demon! I don't appreciate our work. We arrived late yesterday. Totally perfectionist boss that shucks. We will have to overtime again.” I grunt with emotion.

Yes, since a year ago I and my friends began to decide to call Mr. Sam the Boss of Satan. No matter how handsome his face was as an angel, his clear mouth and mannerisms were completely inversely proportional to his face. He's more suited to the devil's jars.

“Sabar, Ma'am. I never ngalamin until my blood cry mbak in omelin Bu Nia first.” Suddenly Tiwi vented impromptu.

“Halah, it is basically aja lo crybaby, Wi. Bit-little baper.” Mbak Sari and Tiwi also only smiled shyly.

“Where are you, Del?” Rizal turned towards me.

“You're home! My mutung, Zal.” Answer me as it passes.

I decided to go to the pantry. Who knows by making a cup of warm tea can reduce my annoyance a little. Arriving at the pantry I saw Mang Diman, one of the OB who was quite familiar with me and also my friends.

“You make poison no, Mang.” Reply origin.

“Aduh, Neng. Why atuh? Beautiful, you can't say that. Where was his face from earlier pouted so.”

“Mang Diman knows? My boss named Samuel?” I spoke while taking the glass from the storage shelf. “He's really satisfied. Where is the devil. Wonder me, how is there such a human being? My whole, Mang.”

“Pak Sam? Who's that pisan casep? Ah the time of the caseps is so called Satan. Neng Adel mah aya wae. Oh, oh, Neng. Patience. Mang stay first yes.”

“Hm.” I just muttered with a sullen face. “Sebel!” I screamed while stirring the glass in a quick motion. No matter though the meeting between the spoon and glass at this time managed to cause a noise that was so loud.

“Why?”

My body instantly froze after hearing that familiar voice. I looked back slowly, and .. correct the voice belonged to Mr. Sam.

He was already standing while folding both of his hands with his body leaning on the door leaf.

“It is fitting that my ears itch, it turns out that someone is talking to me,” he added in a relaxed tone.

I had trouble swallowing my mouth at Mr. Sam's words.

Mucus! if I pretend to faint politely, don't you? Duh, my heart feels like it's going to be dislodged this. Mama!

“P-pak Sam's. I want to make coffee. I bikini all of you yeah.” I'm trying to switch the conversation.

Mr. Sam walked towards me and it made both my legs immediately feel very weak.

Woy's fainting!

“It was so. But now I'm no longer tasteful.” Mr. Sam said while looking at me with a flat face that actually scared me. But soon after, he left me.

I immediately went back to my desk, and immediately fixed the proposal that was returned by Mr. Sam earlier.

I swear, if I could go home, I'd like to go home. Shame on me, Mr Sam just heard everything, didn't ya? I got nervous because of my mouth.

***

“Lunch where are we today?” Tiwi raised her head while waiting for an answer.

“Cafe is just this old date,” Mbak Sari replied.

“Not the date, mbak, lo also.” Mbak Sari immediately pelted Rizal with a ballpoint pen.

“Gue want to order G-food aja deh, the responsibility is very much work. I do not want to go home again at night,” said Mas Angga with a tired tone.

“Gue follow you, Mas. Later I overtime myself again if you go home,” Sahutku fast which he immediately nodded by Mas Angga.

“You are yes, do not need to mupeng deh cooperation. What else you, Ngga. More wrinkles that you have later.” Sari's mother started to sneer.

“People if not already ngerasain in the spray that is, ninyir doang,” Reply Mas Angga do not want to lose.

Just then Sam came. As usual with his cold face he looked at us one by one.

“Sari get into my room!”

Mas Angga and I held back laughter seeing the expression on Mbak Sari's face which immediately changed after being called by Mr. Sam.

“Pray first, Sar. Who knows dapet susteki.” Mas Angga tried to close his mouth so as not to let out a laugh.

Sari was in Mr. Sam's room long enough, until he finally came out while carrying a red file. Not only that, his face was also bent. I can not even distinguish the face of Mbak Sari with doormat welcome in front of my house.

“Sabar, Gusti. Patience ... this is ordeal.” Mbak Sari immediately slammed the file onto her desk.

“Why, Ma'am?” Ask Tiwi.

“My report from yesterday was rejected by Mr. Sam. Though I have made as thorough as possible, where his mouth is sore! This is not the level of two rubber hodgepodge, but samyang hot extra spicy! Where to finish tomorrow morning,” Celotehnya while opening the report that was rejected by Mr. Sam.

“Assyik no new friends make overtime, Del.” Mas Angga was grinning wide at me.

“Bener, Mas. God is fair.” I chuckle with Mas Angga.

“Ya I also pesen G-food deh. Angga pesenin.” Rengek Mbak Sari to mas Angga.

“Amit-amit your face, Ma'am,” My chirps while looking at Mbak Sari.

“Yes that's it, Del. People who like to lick their own saliva, weapons eat sir.” Cetus Mas Angga who managed to get a sharp gaze from Mbak Sari.

As we were engrossed in talking, Sam suddenly walked out of his room and walked towards me. Wonderful really likes to make people surprised.

“Where are you reporting?” Ask flat.

“I-this just want to really fill part, sir,” Answer me a little trembling. They even tend to be scared. Afraid of getting sprayed again, considering that I had pissed him off too.

“What are you doing from the morning? What time is it?! You still have other tasks and everything has to be finished tomorrow morning. I don't want any reason.” Sam's waist-rigged sir watched us one by one in turn.

“You too!” Mr. Sam pointed at Mas Angga. “You don't relax, Ngga. Correction is a mistake, he said. Sari too, just making a report just like that can't. Or maybe you really like to repeat work?!”

Patience Adelia, it feels like I want the sumpel mouth using paper, from the last nagging continue not tired what? Wonder what food is that person?

“And for you.” Mr. Sam pointed at Rizal. “After a break later go directly to the field for product survey. Same Tiwi also.” Imbuh firmly. And after he finished nagging the demon boss named Sam, he just went and got into the elevator.

“Tuh kan ... What did I say? He was a demon, not just fierce but his behavior as well. Love really nongol suddenly, keep spraying unclear, run out it goes again.” Omelku while typing the keyboard board with a slack

“OMG, I was sent to the field during the day? Mas Rizal hot .. the handsome boss could be very the same me,” Rengek Tiwi who was like a boy told his mother to go to the shop.

“Basic lo, Wi. Eat tuh handsome.” Cetus Rizal's.

***

The clock has shown me ten o'clock at night and I am the last remaining faithful occupant sitting in this room. There was Mas Angga but he had come home first, exactly ten minutes ago.

I cleaned up the desk immediately, then took the bag and prepared to go home. As I stood, at that moment the door to Mr. Sam's room opened.

“You just want to go home?” Ask. Either just my feelings or indeed the question is sirat with a soft tone anyway?

“Hm, the end of Mr. Sam gives a lot of work,” I said intentionally. I no longer care about his status as a boss while I as his men. I'm really tired.

Mr. Sam frowned. “You're beating me up? You should have been able to be more efficient. In fact others can be finished quickly,” cetus.

“Tersubsequently Mr. deh. I'm tired of going home, bye!” I walked straight to the elevator, and somehow Mr. Sam was following me behind. “Bapak why follow me?”

“Loh ... I want to go home too, Adelia. If I don't get off the elevator you tell me to jump out of the window, do you?” He looked at me with his eyebrows raised.

Well, that's a great idea, sir. If you can really jump. I murmured in my heart.

“Oh, yes.” I could only put on a stupid pretentious face, and let Mr. Sam come in the elevator with me.

While in the elevator we were silent, no one spoke. And that atmosphere really managed to make me feel so awkward. Especially with this boss. I just wish I could get home soon. That's all it is!