My Boss Samuel's
34. Eating Together (2)

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There are a few things about what it means to have dinner together. As a normal human being, of course my shadow is the same as that of a human in general. But somehow tonight, Mr. Sam chose something different. I thought Mr. Sam would take me to a cafe or something. The man took me up to the top of the Company building.

P-u-n-c-a-kid. Please put a special sign on the word.

“Pak ..” call me with sour look. Sam looked at me without guilt. We both felt a little bored after arriving at the top of the stairs we climbed.

The elevator did not reach the top of the building. So we had to continue the journey by climbing the stairs.

“Why?” Mr. Sam asked flatly.

I carefully lifted the bowl I was carrying, telling Mr. Sam to look at the contents.

“We are not really working on eating meatballs on the roof of the building, Sir.” Tukas I'm upset.

Obviously this is all about the idea of the goddamn boss. Eating meatballs on the roof of the building with the bonus of strong winds that blow my hair to and fro. Plus I had to bring two bowls of meatballs, while the camp boss was carrying a plastic bag containing drinks, snacks and a mat.

My hair was even stiff from being exposed to the wind continuously. Mr. Sam only raised one eyebrow, asking without a sound.

“You know how else Adelia, my job and you still a lot. It is not possible to go out let alone eat inside, later can make dirty.” Mr. Sam continued the activity of rolling out folding mats that he had brought since earlier from the office space. Patted him a few times with a napkin, and then Sam sat on it. “Have not grumbled much, here sit.”

I think I put my meatball bowl first in order to get a place. After that I sat down. Mr. Sam and I were sitting right on the edge of the building covered by a glass barrier. The glass barrier that surrounds us makes the view of Jakarta at night can be seen clearly. The strong wind that I had felt no longer attacked me all out. Maybe because my position is protected by the glass.

“I just found out that there are a lot of cacti on top of the building. Don't tell me, if it's Mr Sam who's planning?” I asked with mocking intent.

While sipping the meatball sauce that I spooned. I observed our lesehan place. There are no plants other than cacti that vary in size. But, after I looked around there were also some fairly large Euphorbia plants. Some are planted in small, medium and large pots. People who plant it must be among the class of people who are very painstaking and lack of work.

Mr. Sam chuckled softly.

“Cactus plants that do not need regular watering, Adelia.” His eyes follow the direction of my view, “because I am the most lazy if asked to water the plant, yes cactus is the most appropriate choice. After all, the spines of cactus and euphorbia are useful as a trap of maling.”

“Where is the burrow on the roof of the building, sir?”

I can't hold my laugh. What kind of thief could creep onto the forty floor? I guarantee that before the thief reached the roof of the building, the thief was already killed first due to shaking with inhuman height. And it turns out that all who planted this cactus was Mr. Sam.

“There. You never see an action movie, right? Snapper class thieves usually use a helicopter if they intend to steal something.” Mr. Sam is serious.

“This is Indonesia, Sir. The existence of a class of anchovies that usually help jewelry, same money clothesline. The top also bobs bank.” I ngeyel.

Sam squinted his eyes. Maybe he wondered why I had such a hobby to argue his words. Yeah how else? The end of that statement made me want to be so hard.

“This is called anticipation, Del. Who knows if they really exist. It was quite good when they landed, the thorns of this cactus can hit them first before I intervened.” The demon fashion gahar.

I chuckle. The reason is so creative, so creative even I am at a loss for words. To muffle my laughter that has been thrashing since asked to escape. I immediately bribed the meatballs into my mouth.

“Your expression is like mocking me, Del.” Sam started looking at me.

I tried to swallow the piece of meatballs I had chewed in my mouth. Then grab a bottle of mineral water near the bowl.

“I have no intention of ridiculing, Sir.” I giggle. The boss of this shucks knows that I'm struggling in my heart. “I think you will answer, because the cactus can survive in all situations. That is the philosophy of life that should be. But, it's not even.”

I even so imagine if the house of Mr. Sam in a design without iron fence and high walls. Just a row of cacti that are ready to survive to beat the thieves who dare to steal at Mr. Sam's house in all conditions.

“Your mind cliches once.” Mr. Sam cut the meatballs in his bowl into pieces. According to my observation calculations one meatball was cut into four parts. “I'm not that sepuitic. Men don't like poetry. Honestly, that's ... Bother.”

Hoo .. troublesome he said. Wait for Mr. Sam who does not like poetic alone sometimes managed to make my heart want to be dislodged. Especially for romantic.

“But there are many Pak Motivator Indonesia who are the same gender as Mr. It will take a poetic soul.” I refute Mr. Sam's words. The meatballs in my bowl are two. And I have to eat it slowly if I don't want to drool to see Mr. Sam eat.

Sam's sir glanced at me. “But, what in their daily life is poetic?”

“Yes where do I know, sir. I'm not friends with them.”

After all, I also never met them in everyday life so I don't know how they really are. Try to be my neighbor.

Mr. Sam cleared his throat, then took the bottle of mineral water and then straightened the contents.

Mr. Sam scooped his second meatball cut. Not to eat, but to be moved to my bowl. You know if my meatballs are one piece. And his behavior managed to steal my attention for a while, before Mr. Sam continued his words again.

“In other words, poetic is only limited in the media not in real life, Adelia.” Connect her.

I tapped my lower lip with a spoon. Considering the words that Mr. Sam just said. Does this have anything to do with Mr Sam's daily behavior? Which is very thick with sangar, cold and ngeselin mode.

“So, later if you apply for a future wife. You don't read extra romantic poems while playing guitar, do you?” I looked at Mr. Sam with full investigation.

It's very bad if not. That proposal is once in a lifetime. Even I just hope I will be proposed with romantic things that can make all BuCin jealous.

“I don't like romantic.” Mr. Sam shook his head strongly, “I prefer the memorable. What does a romantic proposal mean, but it's a cliche and there are already many people who practice it? For example, in applying for a candle light dinner, or suddenly a cinema is empty and only on rent for a show to propose to his lover. When five women told me they were applying in the same way, didn't that mean ...the idea of the mainstream guy?”

I laughed softly. That's true what Sam said, too. I don't even like having the same important moments as everyone else. Never mind the moment, meeting with people who wear clothes is just as upset for forgiveness. I shook my head slowly.

I scooped back my meatballs, and I just realized that Mr. Sam had given me a piece of meatballs. Fool, if it's in my bowl, it means it's mine.

“So, Mr anti-mainstream generation huh?”

If you look at Mr. Sam's statement, I conclude that Mr. Sam does not like to follow the current or trend. Mr. Boss prefers to create his own groove without caring left right. I'm nodding.

But since when did Mr Sam turn into a normal human being? He was the demon boss bin Kampret who always messed up. Why suddenly tonight all his words are right.

Mr. Sam threw his breath away, “not anti mainstream either, Adelia.” Mr. Sam's perfect body was printed clearly from behind the white shirt he was wearing. Understandably, Mr. Boss always takes off his suit when he started working. “I just hate it when someone matches an important moment I made.”

“Application style?” Ask me to make sure.

Mr. Sam nodded. “iya like a proposal, Adelia.”

I snorted mockingly. What's up with tonight? We're talking about a proposal. While all I know is that Mr. Sam doesn't have a candidate.

“It looks like you already have a lot of plans about the application. But, where is the future Father?” I smiled a little mockingly at the end of my speech.

I am also amazed to have a perfect face so I do not have a boyfriend. What exactly is the dream wife of Mr Sam?

Sam sir was silent. His view centered on his meatball bowl. Which only remains the cake. Suddenly a bright smile overshadowed Mr. Sam's lips in a matter of seconds.

“You.”

In an instant, my screams were heard dominating every corner of the roof of the building we were shooting. Mr. Sam's joke is not funny! Could this mock boss shock my heart and almost get out of place with just one word?

“Father don't joke this time, ah!” I want to throw a meatball bowl and its contents into the face of Mr. Boss.

Mr. Sam laughed out loud until his body slightly bent.

“Adelia, you should see your own expression.” Sam laughed again. “It's so funny!”

“Funny what?!” sewotku upset. I prefer to take a black plastic containing snacks. Looks like a more interesting snack than having to respond to the words of the super duper boss.

“Seriously, that's very funny. Adelia.” Sam Sir laughed.

I swear yes, the demon mode really can not be lost.

“I'm serious too, Sir.” My words are full of emphasis. “can-can you joke in circumstances like this.” I chewed my snacks in annoyance.

Sam sir is still chuckling. Then he took a breath and exhaled it right as he stared at me. His smile returned again.

“Indeed if I wasn't kidding, you'd want to?”

Especially this? What other joke will he make??

“Meanour?” I really don't understand.

Mr. Sam's face looks a little more serious even though it is still decorated with a smile.

“You want to be my future wife?”

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Ahh. Pegel my hands and my mind are in this chapter..

Gini is difficult, if you want to create a romantic scene. The writer must seem to jump into the story. In order to feel bad. hahaha.

let's just say I play the devil between the two of them. wkwkwkwk.

What does Adelia have to answer?? Haha..