Not my Man
Why Can It Be This way?
As the rule says, Muezza arrived early without his father. The girl got off the bike, then walked over to the cafe door.
He hesitated to open the glass door, a little surprised that the glass door was not locked. However, he was relaxed without fear of tracing the small passageway towards the garden. Just as his hand was about to open the door, Alun's voice startled him.
“Where to?”
Suddenly the girl stepped up and looked at Alun who was already standing right behind her.
“Ehm, I ..” Pointing nervously towards the back garden he liked.
“Ayo, follow!” bring the Alun that precedes.
Muezza tailed behind the man wearing a navy polo shirt.
“What do you want to drink?” ask Alun when they get into the office.
His gaze swept over every inch of the room called the office by them.
“Mue!”
“T-no need, Boss. I am not thirsty,” he said while staring at Alun who had put on a scary face.
The eyebrows raised next to add to the sinister impression of the man.
“Please, yes don't scare me!” pinta Muezza frankly, it is enough that the girl pretends to be calm and jaim.
He had long suffered from refraining from being sweet and expensive selling pretentious. This time he decided to behave as he should, he really did not care about the opinion of the man before him.
Alun who did not know Muezza's true nature was only dumbfounded with his mouth wide open.
“Bos!” pekik Muezza resuscitated Alun from perverted daydreams.
The mouth was clenched and he shifted to pick up the glass that was on the corner shelf. Maybe people will feel strange about the atmosphere of Alun's office, which you could say this office is more precisely used to sell Mambo ice or something like that.
Why that? Because there's a lot of drinking equipment in here. Either because it was damaged so he used to decorate the office or indeed he liked to collect the items.
“You're afraid I poisoned?” alun guessed.
Muezza pointed at Alun's face with a firm look in his eyes, “Not like that.”
“Then, what is your reason for rejecting my offer?” Pouring coffee into a glass.
Muezza looked away, the girl was more interested in looking at the large painting hanging on the side of the closet.
“Am I a ghost so you're afraid to see me?” alun's toilet did not accept the behavior of his sister's best friend.
“Not so Boss!” muezza quipped with a fast-moving hand to reject the young boss's remark.
Alun sat on the sofa while enjoying his homemade coffee, while Muezza was still standing in the middle of this room. There were no activities they did, just stealing each other's eyes.
Unsatisfied with this state, Alun straightened his body and ordered the girl to sit down.
“I told you to come early just want to have a casual chat. But, you always insist on answering my questions!” alun slightly pressed his voice.
Muezza and Muezza. The girl was busy playing her fingers while looking at the tip of Alun's shoes.
“What are my shoes so attractive, that you prefer to look at them?” cibir Alun while massaging the nose.
“Sorry!” reply Muezza short.
“Job Mue ...”
The girl wearing the long-sleeved shirt came forward and refuted her chin with both hands, a smile appearing.
“Is there a problem that bothers you?” The eyelids were blinking like Barbie dolls.
Muezza slightly jolted at the word ‘woman's habit’ her heart felt cracked and this is not the first time Alun made that heart break. Hundreds or thousands of times the man broke Muezza's heart, but she still adored the man sitting before her.
With a sick heart Muezza asked, “What does a woman the Boss likes like? Does the Boss know what the girl's hobbies and likes are?”
Alun blushed to hear Muezza's statement, it was clear that the face had changed.
Little thought Alun described the woman, “ She's a cute girl. Every time he spoke he was always smiling and never interrupting his friend. You could say that he is considerate to everyone, sometimes he acts silly too.”
Muezza suppressed her deep love for him not wanting the man to know that he was harboring feelings. Once again this girl tried hard and gave advice.
“Finely, Bosses are quick to express love!”
“I'm a fool in this, Mue. Is there any other suggestion?” Looking at it full of seriousness.
“Just ask her a little thing she likes,” Muezza said with a frown.
“Tiny thing? What do you like? And what gift do you want if you have a boyfriend?” asked Alun while stroking his chin.
“I?” show it with the thumb.
Alun gave a small nod and leaned his body on the black pillow.
“If Mue ... would rather spend time together. According to Mue it's a moment that every couple cannot do,” he explained with sparkling eyes.
Alun did not blink as he looked at the girl speaking, to the point that he was unaware Muezza was waving his hand right in front of his face.
“You okay?” muezza asked worriedly.
Alun cleared his throat to neutralize the awkwardness that enveloped the heart.
“Is there anything else the Boss wants to ask?” muezza asked to make sure.
“One more,” he said with a pointed finger.
The girl sat back down with her innocent face.
“Can you practice that girl for my sake?” alun was hesitant.
Why must I? If later I baper and can not control this emotion how? Muezza muttered with both eyes tightly clenched.
“If you don't want to, yes okay.” Get out of his seat while tidying up his sleeves.
It takes a lot of courage to
agreed to the request of his superior, despite the pain of hearing Alun's request. However, Muezza agreed regardless of the hundreds of incision wounds in his heart.
“Alright, I'll pretend to be the boss.”'s heart woman Spoken lips full of smiles, but a whimpering crying heart endured the pain.
Like a flying boat soap opera scene, Alun acted to hit Muezza while walking.
When the man turned around about to continue his acting, Muezza sneered and booed Alun's plans.
“Basi Boss! This is too cliche if done and the effect you look very stiff,” the girl's lips while re-binding her long hair.
“Then I have to how?” alun was a little upset.
Muezza explained some of the film's scenes and he asked his boss to act more naturally without including nervousness. However, Muezza's explanation was unable to change the man's rigid and flat demeanor.
“We're done with this scene, I'm tired!” muezza protests while massaging his temple.
Feeling the pain and tension of the neck of the girl, especially this is not her love story. Muezza grabbed the jacket and also the backpack he brought into this office, he was completely out of thought with his fate this afternoon.
Muezza passed through Alun without turning a single glance, as the girl passed Alun blocking Muezza's wrist. Pulling the girl into his arms, their pair of eyes met.