My girlfriend, my sister's Assistant
Like Not Himself

The first thing Tristan does in this room is of course scan the atmosphere of the room thoroughly. For an entire minute, the bright brown eye bead rolled as the silence struck.

“Please sit ...” pinta Sam kindly and politely.

Naja felt a little strange with Sam's style of speech so formal that his lips lured a smile. However, his body froze as Tristan nailed his gaze to Naja.

“You ..?” Tristan extended his index finger towards Naja. His head was broken to the side, “OG in my office? Right?”

Just buyak, “Tu-Tuan remember me?”

“You already know each other?” Sam alternately looked at Naja and Tristan.

Naja nodded. “Sorry Mister .. I-I haven't–“

“I'm surprised, you work here but you also work in my office? Can you explain something?” Tristan approached without hesitation, even while at the office, Tristan and Naja had never engaged in any chatter other than orders.

She was struggling, but she tried to calm down. “I'm sorry before, Mr. Tristan .. so look ...,” Naja says everything, except marry whom. Even as Sam tries to interrupt, Naja begs Sam not to say anything. Worried, Excel is not.

“But ... Why do you work after marriage?” tristan asked full of questions.

“Because I asked for it back for your sake, Mr.” Sahut Sam when Naja looked confused looking for answers.

“Oh ... do you mind that?”

Naja thins his lips awkwardly while shaking. “True Lisa, Mr. Tristan is a perfectionist man.” Inner Naja. Even he did not apologize for his delay and interfered with the wedding day of others, although Naja did not bother him too much. Apologizing is impeccable to the perfection of a Tristan. Mistakes are a stain to him.

“Alright ... done ‘kan base base?” Sam spoke while breathing. He was so relieved because Tristan could loosen “hikapnya” because of the presence of Naja. Goddess Fortuna, thought Sam with throbbing lips and raised eyebrows.

“Let's start then ...,” invite Sam accompanied by a smile Naja who showed his teeth.

Sam begins to show some of the images Naja produced to the enthusiastic-looking Tristan. The man always wants to look perfect, so small details are very important. The originally awkward naja could finally establish a chat that was so warm and familiar. Now even Sam is a little bit left out.

“Can be longer me, if it is cut like this.” Let Sam in his heart while scooping his face. Sometimes he yawns even he can play online games that again hits to enter the top rank.

“Master, you've been here too long.” Maureen, Tristan's secretary reminds her boss who seems to have forgotten time because of Naja.

Tristan pulled his hand, slightly raising the sleeves of the suit to look at the limited edition watch he was wearing. “Alright .. we come to an agreement, Naja. I want all of this to be ready in less than a month. Um.... Maureen will contact you later.”

“Good Mr. .. I will try.” Sahut Sam who seemed happy Tristan was about to resign.

“I'm sorry Maureen.” He lowered his head for a moment.

“Not your fault .. We do have a lot in common, so it doesn't feel like time goes so fast, does it?” Tristan smiled convincingly.

“With time alone he is reluctant to admit defeat.” Naja. But Naja's lips developed a smile accompanied by a nod.

“Lain time we can meet again. And ... no need to submit a resignation letter or anything, understand?” Tristan pulled his body to stand up, once again a smile was painted on his lips with that perfect indentation. His hands so lightly stretched out towards Naja, who immediately got a welcome from Naja who had also stood up.

“Understanding, Mr. Tristan.” Naja nodded while Maureen separated her jaws for a while.

“Is he Tristan?” maureen asked through silent lip movements behind Tristan's body that was about to leave the room with Sam, making Naja giggle amused.

***

“Mas Sam ... if there is nothing I need to do, I should just go home, yes ...,” Naja carrying a bag on the shoulder. After almost an hour passed from lunch. The message sent is read only without reply. Naja has been saving Excel's mobile number since Jen put Naja in the Aerospace family group.

“Please wait for Excel to pick you up ..” Pinta Sam. The man checked the clock that had already crossed the line that Excel had promised.

“Maybe he's busy, Mas .. nothing I go home first. I have sent him a message.”

“Be careful on the road yes, Na ..” Sam finally said. After all Sam already had no reason to hold back Naja any longer.

Naja got up from his seat, his hand summarizing the pile of papers that Sam had prepared for Naja. “I'm sorry, Mas .. good day.”

Sam waved his hand in response. The man did not move from his sitting position.

**

Naja's destination this time is a tattoo service where his OG uniform is being washed. According to Lisa, the shirt is ready if you want to be taken. Naja lay his head on the back of the chair, the woman's bead swept out the car's glass window.

Car speeds began to slow down as traffic lights blocked their journey. The driver seemed upset by this. While smiling, Naja refocused on the scenery outside the car.

However, he pulled his body straight back when he came across a tall, haughty-looking figure, descending from his black car towards a restaurant. The man's hand grabbed his cell phone, seemingly typing something. Every now and then, a sharp look in his eyes scanned the surroundings as if he was looking for the whereabouts of someone.

“Excel? What the hell is he doing here? Didn't he promise to pick me up?” muttered Naja, but soon his phone rang short signaling an incoming message.

Naja's hand touched the phone that was in the bag, I don't know ... I was wondering what Excel did.

“Please ... I'll pick you up in a minute.” Write Excel in a message sent to New.

“I'm already on my way home.” Reply to quickly. After pressing the send button, Naja returned to Excel.

However, Naja was made to round his eyes as Excel was currently smiling towards him. Lips Naja split, “A .. me?” Naja pointed at his chest while wailing. However, it is true that he is only one in the range of Excel points of view. Hot but cold, the back of Naja's hand wiped the sweat on his forehead.

“Pak .. I got off here,” said after making sure it was to Excel smiled and even waved.

“Loh Mbak ... This is still far from where Mbak went?” the driver asked, flipping his body to face Naja.

“I have a need around here, sir .. take it easy ... I pay in full kok.” Naja's smile convinced the driver to pull over, as the traffic light turned green.

Thinning the lips as Excel walks towards it. His smile that had not faded away made Naja even more burning. However, hesitate to crawl again so that Naja once again makes sure that Excel is testing it.

“Kakak ...,” female voice sounds so spoiled from the front of the car. Naja's eyes dribbled toward the voice.

A beautiful, petite woman with curly hair hanging behind her body, ran towards Excel and directly splashed into Excel's arms. Even the man pinned a kiss on the woman's hair.

“Hei ... don't be like that .. shy to see people!” a man who seemed to be the father of the girl seemed to object to the friendly actions of the two humans in front of her.

“Ngga so Sir .. we walk again.” Naja pulled his outstretched leg into the trotor, closing the half-open car door. Re-enforce his body facing forward.

The driver scratched his temple which suddenly itchy at the strange attitude of its passengers. But he had no choice but to rush if he did not want to be hampered again.

The tail of Naja's eyes clearly saw the warm treatment of the sweet-looking girl. “What is Micah?” Naja biting her lips, suddenly her bead felt hot.

“Either I should be happy or sad if Excel meets Micah,” Naja is downcast letting the clear point wet the clothes that wrap his thighs.

“Maybe we can part ways well if Excel chooses with Micah .. and I..,” Naja breathes through his mouth, crashing with his head sifting on the back of the chair. Charing for a future that returned gloomy after a ray of light brightened his path.

**

Asking the driver to wait, Naja rushed to London, lucky after a while, what he asked for was already available in front of him.

“This I found in the pocket of this shirt, Ma'am .. may still be required.” Said the loundry official while holding out a piece of paper to Naja.

“Oh .. thanks Ma'am, I'm sorry.” Only resign after paying a certain amount of money for services that have been provided.

One way, Naja heads to Tristan's office after checking a phone that shows no sign that Excel is replying to the message.

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