My Boss Samuel's
24. Advice from Boss

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I squeezed my fingers, with a slow but very hard tempo of my heart, so I could feel my clothes moving.

Mr. Sam, my boss actually looks very relaxed and inversely proportional to me. But make no mistake, no matter how relaxed his face, if you are researching the report still the gripping and frightening aura that can not be separated from his face.

“So Adelia.” And my heartbeat hardens, don't tell me what I don't want to hear, sir. “It's still a lot of mistakes.”

Yeah, lemes. From what was my heartbeat was very hard, maybe now it has even been dislodged and fell into the stomach. This is an important report, I've tried my best. But in the end, I still couldn't breathe.

“I want you to revise again, as soon as.”

“Do you mean as soon as possible what is ,ya?” many confused.

Mr. Sam folds both his hands on the table and slightly advances his body, “I want the report to be finished tomorrow morning.” He said slowly and with great emphasis.

It feels like a fugitive in interrogation!

“Crazy!”, I immediately shut my mouth, why my mouth is not controlled. What if Mr Sam was angry to hear my swearing earlier?

“Sorry Sir, accidentally”

“Ya. As long as you call crazy instead of me, I can forgive kok.” Said Mr. Sam casually.

“Keep if, I accidentally said Mr. Sam is crazy. Don't you want to forgive me?”

Mr. Sam smiled faintly, “I just hope, may you have a million ways to persuade me. So I'll forgive you.” The sentence ends with a grin.

I shudder in horror at my Boss, lest he is a demon drop. Horrified, especially when grinning like that. Don't haunt my dreams sir, please!

I'm straight out of Sam's room. And slammed my report on the table.

“Why did you refuse, yes?” ask Mba Sari.

I sighed then looked at Mbak Sari, “like I was indeed **** deh, could not make this report. I've been very lazy, Ma'am, I've been revised three times. There is less!”

“Quiet Del, maybe the fourth will be a lucky number lo.” Mas Angga commented.

I raised one eyebrow, “but I don't like even numbers, Mas, I prefer odd numbers.”

“Nah means, your luck is in the number five, Ma'am.” I glanced at Tiwi, damn it too if I had to repeat five times.

“Dengerin mouth lo by the way, I so to inget gado-gado rubber two, Wi. Pedes and mules my stomach!”

Tiwi, Mbak Sari and Mas Angga laughed. Then Rizal who had just come from the pantry immediately put on a curious face.

“Gue missed what?”

“Wah, nyesel lo Zal. You miss, just Mr. Sam for the money. Lo anyway make coffee doang long time for mercy.”

Rizal glanced at Mas Angga while sipping his coffee, “sad Mas, your good face is less successful to make ngibulin I” Rizal already sitting at his desk.

“Gue sure if you play the soap opera, surely the director gave the role to elo, so the protagonist continues. Yes, not far from the same motorcycle taxi maker.”

“Hahaha.. angkot driver also pantes you know, Zal, let alone kenek elo.” It was me, who made us all laugh.

“Wicked lo Del, I fit it if the soap opera main becomes the main role. The title is the fate of handsome and rich husband, continue to bininya elo.”

Hoeek!! Dream on!

“Nggak pa-pa, Del, I will be the mother of Rizal” Mbak Sari smiled witfully, “ Continue my work, every morning will be ranting the same nyiram Rizal use water a bucket. Let him wake up from his dream.”

Of course we're getting cackled. Sometimes I like to wonder about my nature and my friends. Like if we are in love with one topic of conversation, our mind must immediately expand to the roots. Can connect that.

Suddenly Mr. Sam opened the door of his room, and the first to be targeted in the eyes was me. I who was laughing until suddenly just laughed crisp while scratching behind the ears.

“Have the report been revised?” ask Mr. Sam.

“Eh... This Sir, just want to start.” My words are timid.

“And make others also finished their work?”

All the compacts shook their heads without daring to make a sound.

“Job first! If it is finished, please continue the soap opera!”

And of course the words of Mr. Sam just now can make us look at each other's horror towards the door that is now closed again.

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“Duh sick, shucks!” I nodded while rubbing my right cheek.

Rizal if anxiety is too outrageous to like to pinch at will. He thought his treatment was not painful. Hah..wait a day I will definitely reply, Rizal shucks!

“Hit aja, Ma'am, anyways Mas Rizal likes to really hold the cheek belongs to people, hold have your own girlfriend dong.”

“Loh... but Adel does not belong to people, so may dong I hold.”

“Campret lo emang! There the hunt went. Let me concentrate.” I said a little upset.

They are all poison! How could I possibly finish my task so quickly if this ward is still here and pestered my work.

“Duh, yes-yes. Hmm... who want to overtime alone this is so much spirit”, I glanced at Mbak Sari who was chuckling, “we go home first yes, Del. Bye..”

Finally, they all went home as well and here I am. Overtime alone in this room, hopefully one of Mr. Sam's demon friends doesn't show up and scare me.

I was so busy revising my report, I didn't even notice Mr. Sam's presence on my desk. And as a result, I was shocked. Since then I was just alone, suddenly appeared a tall figure with a large body and a ruffled waist anyway. Of course my thoughts are up, chief Jin where are you from?

“Bapak ngagetin me deh.” I stroked my chest.

“Feelings, I was just silent do not make a sound that makes you surprised.”

“Ya... the problem is the sudden appearance of Mr. Sam which makes me shocked” exactly the devil, I continued in my heart.

“Yes but I'm not a demon, so don't be surprised.” I stared timidly at Mr. Sam. Where I'm alone again.

Mr. Sam swept over Ms. Sari's chair and sat right in front of my desk. His appearance that had been ruffled was actually very successful in making my concentration break. I want to finish my revision immediately, but my eyes want to glance at Mr. Sam continuously. Mr. Sam is still quiet and busy with his phone. And for some reason I suddenly felt an oddity in my heartbeat.

“You've eaten?”

“Ya?”, I was slightly jolted at Mr Sam's question. “Eh... not yet Sir, there was no friend to find a meal.”

“Where has your revision been?” here's why the hell is chatty, if I answer the question can continue not be complicated my duty.

“It's almost done, sir. Origin Father do not make sure I chat continue.” My sindirku should be on target.

Sam sir chuckled a little. And I'm trying not to care.

“What's wrong with me chatting anyway, than just silence.” Now Mr. Sam plays a music to complete the atmosphere. Then put the phone on my desk.

And you know what music Sam played. The camp boss played Loren Allred's song, Never Enough, the greatest showman soundtrack. For those who do not know please in search.

“But my work can be hampered, sir, if you have to respond to your questions. This is difficult, sir. I am tired of repeating it! If this is still wrong, give to others, I give it up!” my firmness.

Mr. Sam looked at me for a moment, then began to shift his chair slightly to get closer to my desk. And fix, his behavior managed to make my heart feel like it was about to fall out, this is actually the person why the hell? Very smart playing heart of people. Fortunately there is music, if not sure my heartbeat will sound hard in this quiet room.

“I don't like people who give up” easily, his eyes keep looking at me, and I can only pretend to be busy staring at a computer screen.

“Any problem that comes not to drop, but to test, how capable you can survive.”

I was getting stifling, and his voice made me feel comfortable. Then I ventured to look into Mr. Sam's face. And why does the song even make the same baper atmosphere anyway?

“So, from now on you should never say give up again.” Mr. Sam sighed, “because I don't like to hear it.”

“I..iya, Sir.” Saying while nodding.

Finally finished also my review, but my togetherness with Mr. Sam did not finish until my return hour. Because, Mr. Sam had offered to take me home, and as already-as smart as I make excuses, still his decision will not be challenged!

“We stopped by to eat first huh? I haven't eaten the thing either.” I also did not intend to find a reason to avoid him again, free.

Mr. Sam stopped his car right in the parking lot, a Steakhouse that just happened to not close at 9.

I got out of his car and walked after Mr. Sam. Suddenly my gaze was fixed on a tent stall eating fried goat rice, for some reason I was drooling to see it. It feels, very eager to eat fried goat rice, but I do not feel good to refuse Mr. Sam's invitation to this restaurant.

So excited to see the fried rice stall, I did not pay attention to the road and my highheels stepped on the stone. Of course I didn't prepare a defense to keep myself from falling, and I almost fell if Mr. Sam hadn't caught me.

“You okay?”

“Sa...I'm fine, Pak”, this is the second time I've fallen into Mr. Sam's arms, because I almost fell down again. “Ma.. sorry, Mr.”

“You like it very much yes do not pay attention to the streets, the danger lo Del. I also got sick, right?” Mr. Sam was still holding my arm, but I was back on my feet.

I'm just grimacing, “hehe.. possible laper effect, sir.”.

“Ya already that, let's hunt we order a meal.”

And the unexpected happened again, Mr. Sam holding my hand walking through the parking lot. We will get to the restaurant immediately.

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Yeeyy. began to make guts again Mr. Boss. I also want dong Pak..

Make me stubborn sir until it drifts through the clouds..

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