One Night Stand With My Crazy Boss
CHAPTER 9. The Spirit for Yourself.

“Where are you from, anyway? At this hour, just got home? Where's my pesenanku fried rice?”

Lecar Kirani shortly after Faya entered the house.

Fried rice? Oh my goodness. Faya forgot. His mind was already upset with Prima. Makes him forget that his sister-in-law had ordered fried rice on him.

“Yes geez. Fay forgot, Ma'am. Hold on again, ma'am. Fay take a shower first, Fay bought it in Mang Badri.”

Kirani's almost angry face was not so when she saw Faya's cypress face. Even his clothes are also shabby like new to tear apart Bantar Gebang.

“Ya. Buy it later. Watchclocks. I just ate.”

Faya nodded. In his heart he felt relieved. That means he still has time to rest after taking a shower.

Faya went straight into her room to put down her bag. Then he went out to the bathroom. Snatch the towel from the hanger and start lighting the water.

Cold water flowing through the shower makes Faya's head feel cool. The coolness was able to drown the horn that had been sticking out due to Prima. He rubbed his face thoroughly to remove the spruce. Only after feeling enough, he stopped his bathing activities. He went out and went into his room.

Faya lay down on the bed with a towel that still wrapped her hair. His hands were outstretched and his eyes closed.

Hhhh. He smiled at the shadow of his parents. Then, he patted his chest slowly. To appreciate his hard work today.

Faya looked towards the table. Lazily he grabbed the map given by Ariga this afternoon. The man said that the information inside would be very helpful to his work.

Slowly, Faya opened the map. He fell face down by putting a roll on his chest. Take out the contents of the map and start reading them carefully.

“Yes geez. Cook I have to memorize all this?” Desis Faya saw information related to the Prima extended family. Added to the information of people who occupy important positions in the office. Of course, it has to do with Prima. The rest, there is information about the client and the work that is being done by Prima. After reading all the information, Faya's head, which had been fresh, returned smoky.

And Faya finally fell asleep while holding the oxen on her face. He woke up when Kirani banged on the door of his room asking to buy fried rice.

“Wake up, Fay! Mbak laper, ih.” Kirani snorted in front of the door that was still closed.

Faya's chest was still pounding with shock. He was sleeping and suddenly Kirani was screaming for him. It was as if his life was forced to gather and it made a gurgle of pain in his chest.

“For a long time, anyway.” Kirani's flick as Faya emerges from inside her room. Wry face. Faya did not get up and open the door.

Faya is very tired today. So many things happened that drained his energy. A dream job with a large salary, it turns out worth the burden. It's still the first day. For tomorrow and the next, I don't know, Faya is lazy to imagine the complexity.

Actually the problem is only one, namely Prima. If only his boss didn't like being silly, he wouldn't be this tired.

Faya came out and passed Kirani just like that. His sister-in-law did not even give him money for his fried rice. And Faya had to spend his own money to avoid war. He was lazy to argue with Kirani even though he was eager to refute her.

Faya snatched the jacket from the sofa and left.

“Yang sped yes!” Kirani shouted as Faya was about to open the door.

Faya quiet. He just closed the door and walked out.

The cold air sipped all the way to his bones. Though Faya was already wearing a jacket but he could still feel the cold blowing. He continued walking towards his fried rice stall.

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Prima parked the car in the yard of his parents' house. He was warmly welcomed by Zinnia, his mother.

“Mama how are you?” Sapa Prima while floating her chips to the mother.

Plaque!

Prima actually got a punch on his shoulder after they took off a hug.

“Au.” Prima stroked the shoulder struck by Zinnia.

“Basic of bad boys. I can go home once a month. Though the distance is near.” Dengus.

Prima just chuckled. Then she hugged the woman who had given birth to her.

“What's all coming, Ma?”

“Udah. Grandma same grandpa has been waiting for you since. Om Ranu also came with aunt Mia.”

“Oh yes?” Prima became enthusiastic. They rarely gather like this. It must be a special moment for them.

Ren and Zinnia now do live together with Esta and Rai. The couple who are now grandparents do not want to live alone in their big house.

“Come, login.” Take Zinnia then. He took his son's arm into the house.

“Weiiisss! The handsome boy has arrived!” Pekik Ranu who was sitting on the sofa together with Rai and Ren.

Prima approached the men in her family. Greet them one by one.

“You're. Why do you rarely go home?” Complain Rai with his vulnerable voice.

“Hehehe. Sorry, Cake. Many jobs.”

“Games work.” Ren Timpal.

Angled prima. He covered his irritation with a small rarity.

“Wulan not coming, Om?” Prima asks Ranu and Mia's son.

“Gak. She's busy taking care of her wedding.”

“Ooh yes. Not much longer, huh?”

“Front month. You have to come to Jogja. Be careful if it doesn't come.” Ranu Threatened.

“Definitely, Om. I'm definitely coming, kok.”

“Come to eat. The food is ready.” Mia appears telling.

The large family headed straight to the dining room and gathered there.

Prima looked at Esta who was sitting in her chair. He immediately approached the woman and kissed her hand.

Esta, her face is already full of wrinkles. But that doesn't diminish her beauty. The smile never disappeared from his lips. Tonight, it feels very special because the children and grandchildren are gathered there. He could feel the warm atmosphere flowing through each of his veins.

For parents, there is nothing happier than seeing children and grandchildren gathered together, joking with warmth. Like the one before him at the moment.

“Vita when is Wulan?” The slurping was heard from the hijab-wearing woman, Mia.

“Hehe. Her soul mate hasn't been seen, Tan.”

“Yes geez. Where possible. Girl as beautiful as you, must be a lot of chasing.”

Prima's feelings became uneasy as they were already discussing in that direction. Because we can be sure, he will be the next target. Therefore, Prima chose to remain silent. Pretend to focus on the food plate.

“Wulan aja already want to marry, you when, Prim?”

Nah, kan. Bener. Inner Prima.

He turned his gaze to look into the old eyes that had just asked him that. Esta smiled mischievously at her grandson.

hey, you guys, weekend again.

thanking yourself not today? do not forget the spirit of yourself who is tired of working yaa. has been working from Monday to Saturday, yes times not in zahin.

happy day off....