My Boss Samuel's
28. Other Capabilities Mr. Boss (2)

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I moved my eyes lazily as I followed Mr. Sam walking around the food ingredients and seasoning area. I see Mr. Sam looks painstaking when choosing ingredients and spices.

My boss is now walking in front of me by pushing a trolley, which is almost fully loaded. Sometimes, I occasionally smile when I see Mr. Sam stop to choose the items he will buy. Not to forget sometimes he also asked my opinion for which spice is better.

Well, cook it rarely, sir. Where do I know??

Maybe that's how my heart was when Mr. Sam asked for my opinion several times. But don't get me wrong. Although I rarely cook does not mean I can not cook. Of course I can, especially now all is easy.

“That's make stock how many months, sir?” my question was a little mocking, the article is now the trolley carried by Mr. Sam is really full.

Sam thought a little. “Ngak know too, for me if the ingredients and seasonings have run out yes just shop again.” Hm. very simple thought.

“But it's a lot, Sir.”

Mr. Sam stopped his steps, then turned his head towards me. I didn't say the wrong thing, did I?

“Actually, I intentionally shop more.” I just nodded, “because my Papa next week wants to visit. And there's no harm, right? If I cook for my Papa?”

“Hehe... No kok, sir, not wrong.” My Word

Actually I still have a lot of questions. And if I don't ask, it'll surely haunt my dream. So, in conclusion I had to ask all the questions that had been in my head since then.

“Pak..” Call me a little hesitant, and Mr. Sam immediately turned his head towards me. “Whatever you are here is really alone huh? Kok Papa you come here even want to stop by the apartment Mr. Didn't he go home?”

Sam is smiling a little. “I am here alone, my family is all in Bali. More precisely my grandfather's family.”

“Terus why do you not stay in Bali? It's good to be with family.”

Sam stopped his steps and looked at me intensely. Duh so gurgle this. “You think, I am a person who has a lot of time to spend the trip Jakarta-Bali every day, so?”

I just grimaced, right too. How did I become a Be-Go?

“Eh.. Yes, Sir. Sorry I didn't think.”

“What have you been thinking since?”

“Hah?” of course I was a little surprised at the question, and moreover I did not expect Mr. Sam would ask like that. “Not thinking of anything kok.”

I was silent for a moment and quickly walked ahead of Mr. Sam.

Mr. Sam finished paying at the cashier and produced two large plastic bags and one medium. At first Mr. Sam brought it all, but my human instincts can't be ignored. I also offered to bring one of the plastic bags, especially Just spices cuisine must be light.

“This is home, right, sir?” many ensure.

Sam thought for a moment while looking at me. Don't keep staring at my dong sir.

“We go to the florist first, Adelia.”

I was completely confused and remembered my words. So, Mr Sam really doesn't play games about fine-tuning?

“Pak, I told you that witchcraft is a sin. I am not afraid of going to hell. In part to bring down business opponents there are many ways sir. Not with~”

“Why are your thoughts always negative to me anyway, Del?”

The deg!

I'm mumbling. My eyes looked at the back of Mr. Sam who was already walking in front of me. Seeing Mr. Sam actually walking towards the flower shop I immediately thought to something else.

“It's not for witchcraft, sir? But make a bath, so that the devil who followed you is gone?”

My steps suddenly stopped when I hit the hard back of Mr. Boss. Actually, I really want to curse, but I undo my intention because now Mr. Sam immediately turned towards me.

“You know voodoo, Adelia?”

“Voodoo? Like my neighbor's cat's name, Mr.” I looked at Mr. Sam and he looked still maintaining his flat face towards me.

“How about you, I make my guinea pig? To prove the benefits of this. I want to buy flowers now.”

I immediately grabbed Mr. Sam's arm and widened my eyes.

“Voodoo is what, sir?”

Sam smiled at him. Slowly Mr. Sam let go of my hand on his arm. And he walked right back.

“Despantet.”

Huh huh? What say? Santet... guinea pig?

Suddenly I came to a conclusion when I saw Mr. Sam who had walked ahead of me. By carrying the plastic bag I had brought with me, I tried to chase after Mr. Sam.

“Pak, how do I know the ability of this one Father?”

I'm trying to align my steps with Mr. Sam's.

“What capabilities?”

“Shamans. It's worth it that you always know the things we do in the workspace. It turns out that you have special abilities, yes.”

Mr. Sam shook his head slowly. “That's a secret ability.”

“Keep why should I be made a guinea pig?” I asked with a little clucking. Don't accept dong, if I have to be Pak Bos's guinea pig.

“Because I want.”

I rolled my eyeballs. Couldn't be the boss of this shucks give a slightly logical answer. Just said that my mind was weird, now he himself is weird.

“That's a sin, sir. I am a good guy.”

Mr. Sam's sharp eyes glared at me from top to toe. “Not good enough for me.”

I sneered, “what does a good definition according to Father look like?”

Mr. Sam glanced at me.

“Not many questions like you.”

Obviously that answer really pisses me off. We finally went to a flower shop. Mr. Sam walked up to a florist and left me still standing in annoyance.

“I want to buy Thirty stalk Lilies, any?”

Which shaman practices try to wear lilies? Out of curiosity, I immediately went in after Mr. Sam. She seemed busy choosing the flowers she was going to buy, and this was a little suspicious. Is Mr Sam really a very totality person yes in everything?

“No cost, sir, wear Lilies? Usually only roses, can even get one sack.”

Sam turned to me with a look I couldn't read. Five stalks of white Lilies were in his hands. Her lips revealed a thin smile that was hers.

“Twenty-one April two thousand five.” Mr. Sam's gaze looked bright.

I looked at Mr. Sam not understand, what does it mean to try?

“I am not a psychic nor am I an indigo child, sir. Please don't tell me to guess your mind and don't confuse me with a language I don't understand.” I protested, because I didn't want this to get weird.

Beyond a doubt, Mr. Sam replied to me with a smile.

“I lost my Mama on the twenty-first date, Adelia. And now is the twenty-first date. So, today I want to remember him by buying his favorite flowers.”

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Well loo... What is Adelia's expression?? After hearing that statement.

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