My Lovely President From The Mars
DIFFERENT TEMPERAMENT

"But! You can't be the same employee! They were not slaves or people who could be raided without rules! Stop playing emotions, not everything has to be solved with violence!"

Instead of responding to God instead sitting on Ganesh's oversized chair and raising his feet on the table, he was indeed as thick as that. Yahya who had opened the door handle also gave up his intention to enter when he heard Ganesha was scolding God. Eve-hawanya he smells people again bacok-bacokan, for the sake of mutual comfort he let the two settle the business first until the situation is a little safe, he said, as a subordinate he was very self-aware that he was just a plywood splinter, which if burned by the same superiors yes angus no remains. It is not impossible that God or Ganesh will make it a samsak of impingement.

"Neither do it! He was sent to the hospital, right? I'm done, love money also mingkem!" god answered, oh come on! Who doesn't like money.

"Bang!! Appreciate people!" Ganesh had let out a tired and heavy sigh, he then closed his eyes, inhal-exhale!

Yahya sighed many times similar to the exercise of mother giving birth, let's just say he was in a tutorial on asthma. Brave to knock on doors after time that keep rolling like a ball.

Tok--tok-tok-butt!

"Yes?" ganesha turned his head towards the door, as well as the God who extended his head, could change the giraffe's neck.

"Sir, sorry-all is waiting in the meeting room" Yahya said.

"Yes, I'm there." Answer Ganesha.

"Dragon attitude! Grown up bang," pinta Ganesh commemorates. Inevitably he had to include this grumpy master to the meeting room.

The god tidied up his suit and clothes even though he did not intend to change the style of his slenge to be as neat as Ganesh let alone a raffi very.

Yahya follows behind Ganesh and the Gods, likes to dislike him having to devote himself to the Gods, and helps Ganesh guide the Gods.

All the employees immediately stood up so neatly and in unison, looking so disciplined when Ganesha entered. The god nodded his head shuffling his shoulders indifferently.

"For sir!"

"Morning," nods Ganesh briefly.

"This morning there are some things I have to announce, apart from forming a timess of some projects that are waiting." Ganesha glanced at the God, actually quite lazy more precisely he was embarrassed to introduce a figure in a suit but his condition was chaotic.

"Include this Sadewa son of Alvian, the new president director here. Please help and cooperation from your colleagues," said Ganesha made Indonesia a sudden silence, the smiles of employees suddenly fade like pattimura scuffed money that is already rare, already exposed to soap, already exposed to soap, where tangled with salted fish dried trees fade.

The god stood up from his leisurely seat and nodded briefly, "i am a God, please cooperate with him."

Some employees look still parroted and gawking at hearing that, because they know the character of the God that can be said to be random no medicine, where fierce, emotional, no experience in the business world, slengean, live again! They doubt, will God be able to become a competent president? Or even make it difficult for subordinates? Ganteng is handsome, but if the handsome nan so rich Ganesha is quite enough to make employees feel rich again in the heavenly garden that loh! Until one of the directors broke the silence and said welcome to God, then they jolted and imitated him.

"Welcome Lord, may you be at home here, please cooperate and his guidance--" he said, but if you can, if you can, he will ask the owner of the sky to change the president or move the God to Mars, because he will always meet the God every time. Maybe from now on the wrinkles on the face will increase along with the arrival of a new president, not to make miserable subordinates whose lives are already similar to the lamentations of stepchildren.

"Which room?" ask God.

"The room bang Dewa decket row of boardrooms is only different from one floor of the same room Ganesh," replied Ganesh pointed to a row of rooms that there is one floor under the CEO's room.

"So not that one? Why should it be different?! I want a rich room!" answer sengak.

"The room was the CEO's room bang, the daddy's room," replied Ganesh.

"Tell me your room, and I can't be there!" guess right, making Yahya puff his lips see the sour expression of God who does not accept if he is in the onion right.

"Yep! Brother actually, for a while daddy put the CEO position to me," replied Ganesh a little sadistic, because that is the reality.

"okay! Because I'm good, I accept! So where's my room?"

"It's sir!" Yahya took the initiative to open the door, once given the rich tips bellboy!

The god glanced at it with a slanted look at the room in front of him and passed a puffed-out breath, "okay not bad. Your name is Yahya, right?" ask God.

"Fail sir,"

"Tomorrow call a handyman! I want in my room there is a private room, mini library, do not forget the taro refrigerator keeps this-gue do not like if the paint is gini colors! My impression is rich - president-reader colot! It's gray, noh! Rich in my twin, his face looks the same as I look old Ganesh right?!" Yahya almost spouted his laughter, but still managed to hold it.

"That's right! Because his face was flat, always critical and serious whatever not selow! Oh yes if my personal secretary is beautiful as pinter, standard boh ay, white, similar-looking soap model!" his cerocos scoffed at his sister, more precisely complaining of his brother's coolness.

"Udah?" ask Ganesh.

"In the meantime! Oh yes do not forget, ask ob to bring soft drink-gue not too like coffee especially the sachet!" he sat in his chair with the president's table name. Actually the brain of God is clever, only closed attitude nyeleneh and minus it so he always get the stamp of human bo doh bin sengklek. Ganesh remembers the old school days, without having to study hard like it was the day the book opened, he said, god's value is always good-but unfortunately because of frequent truancy and act he more often get a rank 2 from behind with Lendra.

Ganesh tidied up his suit, "just love what the gods want, except for the secretary-let me find myself making that position out of the existing employees!" Ganesh.

"Ready!" reply Yahya. Both of them left the room of the Gods along with their new inhabitants who came from the core of the earth.

Step pantofel shoes, bring the owner back to the CEO's room.

"Meet the audit board at the same meeting of shareholders until 2 o'clock, continue to meet Agum Sedaya group at 4 pm," Yahya read Ganesh's schedule notes on his tablet, rather than Ganesh, he said, Yahya is more busy holding his laptop, tablet and both phones for the sake of looking at schedules, company files and other company needs.

Ganesha again swallowed the bitter pill, "what is the meeting this time not able to retreat again?" the lyrics.

Yahya shook his head, "we've taken off 2 times. They're a big company sir. If they keep backing down, they'll think we're playing games. Whatever happens, there will be a komo on the road passing or ondel-ondel beranak meeting must continue!" no more tolerance.

"Oke-okay."

Ganesh pressed the button on the office phone, and God picked it up.

"Bang, can I go to the room! Ganesh males back there,"

"Ck, you miss me Nesh-just 20 minutes. Not that guys! Why not on the phone?!" god Salak.

"Can't bang, must speak directly."

Only 10 minutes later the god was in his room.

"What?!" ask her fiercely.

"Gue there's an important meeting in the afternoon. Can not be postponed again, I want to ask for help," pinta Ganesh with a suspicious face, there will certainly be a drama of rejection from God.

"Solicit what please?" his eyebrows raised next to.

"Please pick up Zahra---"

His eyes widened, "what?! The real one! All my life Najisss I've seen fat bar-bar!" half raw.

"Bang, Zahra is my-mommy candidate, daddy, aunt Salwa, om Zaky has signed Zahra with me. But this time I really can't, please just this once I ask for help!" her door.

"Why don't you ask your assistant, or an employee! Are the employees in jubles?!"

"But I just believe you!"

The god leaned his back on the back of the chair, thinking long ago that actually did not really long, really he did not want to meet back with Zahra, because the ending they would always fight. Just looking at his face was like a grand prix bull.

Yahya looked down at the corner not daring to interrupt, just so the statue with ears attached.

"What's the reward for me?!" ask God.

"Anything,"

"Okay, I want a sexy secretary!" chortled.

*Saravvv*, the inner Yahya. One takes care of the woman who is a criminal.

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