Om Pamungkas
who are you worried about?

Ratih jerked, can his om usually ask about his lips.

" If you don't want to talk about the meeting last night with papa already, yes,

I'd better go home and get back to sleep." Ratih got up from his seat, with a quick movement walking towards the door.

" Are you always running away from my questions?" Pulling Ratih's waist, finally,

" is it starting again?!" Train to escape.

Finally silent, in the face of Ratih lekat.

" Hear this Ratih om you, don't have enough patience today, so just tell me what's really going on,

or should I ask Hendra and make a fuss?"

Ratih threw away his gaze, his feelings were not because of him.

" I don't want to talk about it om, it doesn't matter?!"

" so that unimportant thing makes you sick?" Just pissed.

" Oh, can't this be?"

" why?"

" have you promised to stay away from me?"

" you called me here, Rat?!"

" yes, but to ask the question om and papa??!" strict Ratih.

" So you covered it up?" ask me fiercely, though,

" cover what om?!" Ratih did not lose fiercely, though,

" Your ex-husband?! did you cover her up so she could kiss you again?!" The tone of the Pamungkas rises.

Ratih did not answer, he looked shocked because he finally knew what had happened to him.

With another quick step again Ratih tried to reach the door,

but the unfinished leader with his anger quickly pulled on Ratih's arm.

" oom?!!" pekik Train, please,

Finally, do not criticize Ratih.

At his feet, the woman was on his lap.

Ratih's face flushed instantly,

" what's too much?!" said Ratih can not see the face of the ultimate.

Finally silent, not answering, he just continued to look at Ratih while holding onto Ratih's two hands so as not to move here and there.

" Good.now tell me," said the Prime Minister.

Ratih let out a heavy sigh, glanced over at the last glance and then began to speak,

" Arga forced me when I was in the cafe parking lot,

he also said he'd make me his wife again because he still loved me.."

" You want to go back to him, Rat?" tanya Pamungkas dropped her head on Ratih's shoulder.

Ratih was silent, feeling the ultimate that was so close to his heart was not because of him.

" Don't you, I explained, now let me go, I want to go home?" Ratih tried to get up but still not let go.

" Are you allergic to me touching Rat?" He lifted his head and looked at Ratih.

" Om not drinking but talking like a drunk?"

" be quiet, I'm tempering my emotions so as not to step on your ex-husband.." Endungkas's voice withered.

" Is it right to work with him??" ask Ratih with widened eyes.

" Why?" instead of answering, she asked.

" So you really press him in the office??"

" are you worried about her?" She frowned, not happy.

" Of course, I mean what if people look at you badly??"

" who are you worried about?"

" on Om of course?!" strict Ratih.

Ratih wears the ultimate jacket, he tightly wraps his hands around his waist.

" The tight one!" said Pamungkas open the glass helmet.

His voice disappeared in the wind,

" is this less tight?!" sahut Ratih, his voice was also defeated by the wind.

Only this first time Ratih was held captive by Pamungkas, inexplicably it felt strange, his heart was happy, but awkward.

Finally no less happy, the smile continues to linger on his lips, only the helmet covers it well.

Thirty-six-year-old boy is like a high school boy in love.

While Ratih, he can only be silent while hiding his blushing face, because Pamungkas often steal views through the rearview mirror.

" Is it the way behind?!" ask Ratih,

" Haha..!" He answered only with a loud laugh.