My boyfriend Mata Duitan
Reprinted Again

Uget-uget mercury, "Kaliiin!" he shouted while releasing the hand of Kalin that was coiled in his stomach.

Not because of anti-hugging, but Kalin's hands too tightly hugged him and Kalin's hand position which almost hit the border area where the ultimate weapon storage is located.

Kalin's hair was unclear.

And from the spy, there was a motorcycle chasing him.

"Well, do you want to be ticketed again?" Raksa murmuring.

"Sorry, Sir. Let's play a chase first! my job is at stake!" raksa said again, while Kalin shouted again.

Though he himself asked for a mention this morning, and the turn is now called even tereakan like a person who again rode thunderbolt.

"Ommmm, the melanin motorrrrnyaaaahhh!" kalin's open mouth suddenly let in the wind.

"Bas with a labile boy!" The enemy is focused forward. While he can still fret his hape shakes kept in his inner jacket pocket.

"Make sure Tomi! astaaaaagaa, if only this morning I hadn't met bocaaaahhh! I wouldn't believe this was happening. Shit tubi-tubi!" Raksa mumbledumel all the way to his office.

Ntttiiinn!

Ntiiiiinn!

The motor behind it is a few horns. But Raksa didn't care, he pulled the gas in his hand.

"Sorry, my work is more important!" Raksa occasionally squirms his rearview mirror.

"L-laaaaampuuu meraaaaaaahhh!" shout Kalin.

"Brisikk!" The half-collar shouted.

"Wong edyaaaannn!" Kalin shook his head because Raksa did not lower his speed at all, Kalin hugged the man tightly while occasionally stripping his hair that sometimes closed his eyes

The deg!

The deg!

The deg!

Kalin's heart thumped as he counted the time back towards the lights telling all riders to stop.

But Raksa's sharp eyes looked towards the number board, "Threeaaa, twoaa, one!"

Ting!

The lamp and...

Wuuuuzzhhhh!

The Raksa motorbike drove away from the pakpol motorbike which is now cheating on another friend to chase Raksa, a rider who violates traffic rules.

Nttiiii!

Ntiiinn!

"Oh, oh, no understanding!" moody Raksa. He squirmed his speedometer at a glance, make mastiin what his current speed is.

"In a moment, just a moment!" his mukai murmur lowered the pull of the gas.

Raksa also turned his bike, while Kalin continued to bend fast.

Sreeeeeeett!!

Cyiiiiiiiiiiett!

Raksa suddenly ngerem, until Kalin felt almost slammed forward, so the brake was on the motor.

"Oooooom!" shout Kalin.

"Astaghfirlah, yes aampuun!!!! almost just youuh!" Kalin with a gasping breath.

"Down!" tell Raksa.

Kalin who is still in shock plus his breath that is still ngap-ngapan even nurut aja.

Just look back, "Astaghfirullaaaaaaaahhh!"

Kalin with lion-like hair made Raksa surprised, the man rubbed his chest in shock.

"Take it! the hair!" Raksa appointed Kalin's head.

"Gue come in, let me go back! don't go anywhere, awassss!!!!" Raksa's parked in the front yard, tree deck.

Only Kalin wanted to mangap, Raksa had run masyk into a skyscraper.

"Paaaak, I'm parked out front! there's my grandpa! please look out, sir! afraid of being taken away by people!" Raksa said cepet sama Pak Satpam.

While the tall man ran into the elevator just opened.

Ting!

The elevator door was closed.

Klikk!

Force push the number button.

"Sorry!" raksa said with a heavy breath.

"Vice? lo why?" Rahmi's Voice.

"Eh?" Raksa looked to the side and only realized that the person who took the elevator with him was the most beautiful ex.

"Ehmm, l----"

Ting!

"Why him?" murmured Rahmi who saw Raksa before the two sides of the iron door closed perfectly.

Raksa dismissed several possibilities that would damage his image as a xool man to be a grusa-grusu guy because of the meeting material file that he forgot to love the same Mr. Tomi the other day.

"Sa, you're looking for the same Tomi sir!" said one of the girls who one division with him.

"Yes, I said I came here! I'm copying the file!" said Raksa and pas ngelongok, it turns out that people have already left, leaving Raksa alone.

"The basic! I just wanted a nitip, got away first!" Raksa open his pc and immediately click to find the file he saved there.

The man sat a set of moving files, and flasked them again.

"When it's kayak gini, Farid doesn't!" Raksa turned on his computer and ran to the meeting room again.

Taps!

Taps!

Taps!

Raksa ran away, there was one room he was referring to.

And right in front, Raksa set his breath so as not to be like a person who has been chased.

Geck!

Geck!

Geck!

His hand tried to touch the cold door handle.

Chequek!

Everyone present there gave his gaze to Raksa.

"Sorry, interrupt!" said Raksa.

"Hurry here!" mr. Tomi spoke slowly with great pressure, it feels like he wants to check Raksa because the dick made him kicked from his current position. Raksa immediately approached Tomi's face that had sprouted, he was sure to be reprimanded.

"Sorry, Sir!" said Raksa.

"Hurry to open the file!"

"Yes, Mr. yaa..." Force it by lightning quickly move the file and display it on Tomi's leptop pack.

"Ehem!" the voice of the director made the debate between Raksa and Tomi sir stopped.

"Already, Sir!" rajsa said when he managed to open the files needed.

"Yes, you can go!" whisper Mr. Tomi.

"Other times if you want permission, don't be this sudden! Remember, tomorrow you must face me!" continued.

"Hmm?!!" the director cleared his throat again.

Raksa gave a quick glance, and nodded at Tomi sir, "Ready, sir!"

Raksa looked at Farid who had raised both eyebrows, questioning why Raksa had come with a fairly chaotic situation.

The man just shook his head and left the room.

And when Raksa made it out, he felt his knees lemes. he rubbed his hair, "For good! hope Tomi sir doesn't give me a second warning letter!"

Raksa then went from there with a cocky feeling, "If I had not met the demon boy, surely today I could show my performance is getting better. It's not going up, it's nyungsruk!"

The man walked over to the iron box, the ideas already in the brain were all overblown.

Instead of being praised for spending overtime on holidays, Raksa even got a warning to make a call to the manager.

Ting!

Raksa who gawked at bae daritadi in the elevator came out when he reached the lobby floor.

"Well, did Raksa come out again?" ask Mr. Sattam.

"Yes, Sir!" potluck smile.

And looking outwards, his eyes sharpened, "Pursued here too? but how about a laugh?" Alis Raksa to lift one.

"Well, not really!" Raksa also stepped his legs again towards his parked motorbike.

"Copy!" call Raksa.

"Eh, Um!" sahut Kalin when he realized the presence of the man with his slim fit shirt.

"So he's Om you?" ask the person in the brown uniform.

"Omm? since when I--"

"I'm sorry, but I like that!I like to forget that I am his nephew.

The covered-up monster tries to open the stock from Kalin, "Hey!"

"Sorry, Mr. Raksa! next time don't fight on the road. That sabgat is dangerous, let alone carrying a little brother this blanket. If it falls, it's eman-eman!"

"Because you've already violated traffic, so you we're ticketing!" said the most beautiful man is also the same age as Raksa.

"Loh, sir? how's ditilaaaanggg?" Kalin let go of his head and looked at the man in uniform.