One Night Stand With My Crazy Boss
CHAPTERS 108. Like Rice and Grass.

Soraya's knee felt weak. He never knew if it turned out in the warehouse there was CCTV.

“Stop this here or everyone will know your true behavior.” Whisper Prima as she approaches the woman.

Soraya perfectly sculpted in place. Prima's words more like a threat sounded to destroy her confidence. He still wanted to argue with Faya and continue his justification.

“That night, I was the same Faya did not say anything. You guys do not misunderstand. Stop judging the wrong people. Imagine if you were in that position. You should not exaggerate the disgrace of others. From here to the next, I don't want any more kayak happenings in this office. I want us all to work comfortably.”

Everyone now lowered their faces contemplating Prima's words. Right, no one can guarantee that this incident did not happen to them. Not doing anything wrong but being slandered in such a way.

In fact, this is all due to a complete misunderstanding. As a result, Faya thinks too much about what has not happened. And as a result of Prima procrastinating to tell the truth. Be the problem that widens to everywhere.

Others just want to believe what they think is right. Even if you only listen to one side. Bad news is always fast to spread and easy to believe.

“Now, please continue your lunch. Sorry to interrupt.” Prima then breezed away leaving the canteen. Faya followed him later.

After the death of Prima and Faya, they continue the discussion between them. Some still do not believe that it turns out Prima has slept with her secretary. But seeing the solemnity of Prima's words, it seems that nothing happened between them.

Slowly, the topic began to roll about Prima's speech about Soraya in the office warehouse.

“Poor Faya. I feel guilty about him. It is only because of jealousy. Apparently Mbak Sora likes Pak Prima. Oh gosh. Shame to be sure.”

“Means what I've seen before is actually Sora's mom. He's walking in the same hotel Mr. Ridwan. Very nice to use hand-held too. It must have been said to Mr. Prima about the one in the warehouse. Mbak Sora the same Mr. ridwan.”

“Padahan Pak Ridwan already have a wife, right? His son also wants a big lecture.”

And that conversation changed the topic to talking about Soraya. Feeling her ears hot hearing people start talking about her, Soraya chose to leave from there.

In her room, Faya cupped her hands on the table and drowned her face there. She cried. Not sad, but relieved. It was as if his chest was back lightly. It was as if all the weight that had been accumulating on his chest had been lifted and he was free to breathe again.

“You're okay. Fay?” prima asked who was standing in front of Faya's desk.

Hearing Prima's voice, Faya looked up. Their views met you and Prima seemed very worried about him.

“You home?”

Faya shakes. “No, Sir. I'm okay.” Faya wiped away the tear marks on her cheek.

“Do not cry. I can't see you crying.”

“I'm not crying because I'm sad, sir. I just feel relieved. I can finally explain this misunderstanding to everyone. Yes although there may still be some who do not believe in me.”

“Not to be thought of. That's their right to think about you. You can't change everyone's mind. Just go until they forget your problem.”

Faya nodded in understanding. “Thank you earlier Mr. have helped me.”

“Who helped you? Pe-de.”

“Lha? Earlier?”

“So that's me belain my future wife, really. Why are you the spiciness?”

“Is. Watch out later at home.” Finally, Faya issued her threat. Then they laughed together.

“That, dong. Laughs. It's good to see it.” Prima threw a smile before she went back inside her room.

Faya took a deep breath and exhaled it strongly. It was as if he wanted to throw away the remaining burden that was still left in his heart.

That's life. The truth is still to blame. Especially the wrong one. Maybe it is human nature. If you don't gossip about others, your life feels useless. Every day, there will be problems. Think of it as a counterweight. Like rice fields. Planting rice will definitely grow grass as well. But if you plant grass, it will not grow on it.

Today, Prima is overtime again. And Faya had to fulfill it. Prima was busy at her desk when Faya entered to bring two cups of instant noodles that she had brewed in the pantry. Together he also brought two packs of emping crackers, two boiled eggs and two small bottles of mineral water.

“Mas, eat first. I made mi.” Faya tells while putting a look on the table.

Prima turned her eyes to look at Faya, then she smiled and woke up leaving her job temporarily. Walk towards the sofa and sit there sweetly.

“Wahh, that's sore, huh? Smells already nyengak.”

“In the pantry stay there is this taste. It's okay, right?”

“Nothing. eating spikes can even make me literate.”

“There's still so much to do, Mas?”

Prima nodded, he began to sip noodles into his mouth.

“There can I help?”

“No need. You rest aja. or want to go home first is also okay.”

Faya shook her head. “I want to wait a while.we go home together.”

Prima glanced at his watch. It's past 9 p.m. And most of the office residents have been home since.

“Ya, it's up to you.”

After eating, Prima resumed her work. While Faya chose to relax on the sofa. She opened her cell phone to look at the wedding dress references. Find out which one suits his taste. For a long time he did that until he did not realize that Prima had almost five minutes standing behind him. Look at his phone.

At first Prima was curious when she asked Faya to talk but her lover ignored her. Finally he approached and peeked.

“Ngapain see that? later your dress will be made directly with designer.”

“Yes geez. Mas. Make a surprise on you.” Faya looked back while stroking her chest. “Just looking for aja.” reference

“Later if Mas Iwan has met my family and discussed our wedding day, we go directly to the boutique. Tell me directly the same designer you want what kind of dress. Must have been made. Take it easy, your husband's money is a lot. Want as fancy as your dress later, I will be able to pay. Hehehehehehe.”

“Waaah. It turns out this is good to have a prospective husband conglomerate. Everything in readyin.” Seloroh Faya follows Prima's joke.

“Hehehehehe. I'm arrogant, huh?”

“Banget.”

“Hihihi.” Prima was giggling to herself.

sorry new residents up this afternoon.from the morning already the same gelud signal. but still I'm the loser.so yeah, I'm afraid.

happy reading. who want the condangan do not forget the list below yaa. let us rent a car wagon pak odok my neighbor.