One Night Stand With My Crazy Boss
CHAPTER 19. Awesome Awkwardness.

The familiarity that was established between Faya and Harvey after a few minutes of meeting, made Prima squint next to her eyebrows from a distance. He did not know that his secretary was so close to the star. But Prima doesn't care. Not business.

“I want to go home. What do you want to come here?” prima asked coldly as she fixed the arm of her shirt sleeve.

“Ehm, can I stay here first, sir?” faya's permission was half scared. Afraid that Prima won't let.

“Tersubscribe.” Then Prima left just like that, leaving Faya who resumed his conversation with Harvey.

Harvey invites Faya to sit down and chat in the make-up room. And Faya according to.

In the past, Faya and Harvey were pretty close. The two often spend time together. Work on PR together, and play together.

“I didn't think I could see you again.”

“Iya. Me either. How long have you been in Indo?”

“Udah long. Almost two years.”

“Wah. It was that long?”

“But I often appear on TV. Have you never seen TV? Ah, yes. I remember that you were not a hobby of watching. Hehehehe.”

“It turns out only your face has changed a lot, Harv. Your attitude should be warm like first.” Instantly Faya was ringing with their pleasant memories first.

“You've moved, huh? I used to take you to your old home address but a neighbor said you've been moving since Mom died. I'm sorry I didn't hear back that Mom left.”

“Nothing. I live with Mas Iwan and his wife, Ms. Kirani. But I haven't stayed with them in a week.”

“Lho, really? So where do you live?”

“I live in a facility apartment from the company.”

“Ooh. So you currently work at FD Corp?”

“Em. I'm Mr. Prima's secretary. Not long time work. New weekly.”

Both of them spent a lot of time talking. Discuss the past and remember their good times.

After exchanging phone numbers, Harvey said he had to leave immediately after his manager whispered something.

“Fay, sorry. I gotta get going. There's more work.”

“Owh, so. Okay. It'sit's okay. We meet at another time.”

“Let me call, yes?”

Faya nodded as a form of his agreement.

They both walked out of the studio. While walking, they returned to chatting lightly. Faya can see Harvey's sports car parked in front of the studio.

“What is your car?” ask Faya. Suddenly an idea appeared in his head.

“Em. Why?”

“Harv, can I ask for help?”

“Ask what please?” Harvey looked confused.

“Teach me drive a car. Mr. Prima told me to learn to drive.”

“Hahahaha. Oh gosh. What I thought I was asking for help. Be able. Tomorrow the day after my schedule is empty. I'll teach you to drive.” Harvey's Promise.

Of course the promise made Faya happy. He smiled very broadly.

“Iya. You welcome. I go first yes.” Pamit Harvey who then got into his luxury sports car. He honks before leaving and Faya replies with a wave of her hand.

Right after Harvey's car disappeared from his sight, his phone rang and he immediately picked it up.

“Yes, Mr Ariga?”

“Where are you, Fay? We have an appointment tonight, right?”

“Oh, yes, Sir. I'm again in studio.”

“Ya. Stay near the studio, you just wait in front of the studio.” Ariga is back.

“Iya, Sir.”

After turning off the phone, Faya follows Ariga's orders to wait in front of the studio. Five minutes waiting, a black sedan car stopped right in front of him. When the rear windshield opened, he saw Ariga in the car. Faya nodded her head at his superior.

“Log in, Fay.” Ariga's orders.

Faya then walked in and sat down beside the wheel. The car is back. He doesn't know where Ariga will take him. He just complies.

20 Minutes later, the car had entered a luxury residential area and stopped in front of a most luxurious house as far as Faya had seen it in the area. The large house that stood was very majestic with 4 supporting pillars at the front. Faya raised her face to reach the top of the three-story house. Big one. Especially in beautification with the light of the lamp that decorates it. Like palace.

“Come, login.” Bring Ariga

And, Faya was increasingly agape as her steps began to enter the house. It's like he's seen in the dramas. Shiny marble floor. Large pillars supporting. Luxury sofas that are certainly very expensive. Coupled with jars of ornamental plants that lined up near the entrance. He wondered whose house this belonged to.

But his curiosity evaporated when he saw a large figura plastered in the living room. There was a Prima who was smiling very widely. With her parents and her brother.

Ah, this must be Mr. Prima's family home. Inner Faya. Instantly the demand to be more polite took away his feelings.

“Oh, have you arrived? Come on, sit inside only.” Sapa a middle-aged woman who looks very beautiful and graceful. Faya finds out that it's Zinnia, the mother of her boss. Alias big mistress FD Corp.

Faya nodded as Zinnia watched her. The woman smiled kindly at him.

“What's this new secretary Prima?” ask Zinnia to Ariga.

“Iya, Buk.”

“Oh, hello. I'm Zinnia, her mother Prima.” Zinnia introduced himself.

“I Fayandayu, buk. Commonly called Fay or Faya.”

“Ooo-be. Aye, yes. Come on, let's sit down and talk inside. Dinner is ready tuh.” Bring Zinnia friendly.

Zinnia's attitude made Faya wonder. Is a great mistress always this friendly to her child's employees?

Faya and Ariga follow Zinnia to a room that turns out to be the dining room. There was even Ren and Prima who were busy chatting lightly.

Seeing the arrival of Faya, Prima looks ordinary. Because it was common for him to see his parents invite his secretary to just have dinner together.

Usually when the secretary has made it past the first month. But this time it's different. Even Faya has not worked for a month.

“Please sit.” Ariga invited Faya to sit next to him. Right in front of Prima.

Such a high sense of awkwardness gnawed at Faya's chest. I don't know, this friendly atmosphere actually makes Faya feel very awkward. Indeed, Ariga had talked about that he should be close to the Prima family to support the job of his boss. But he did not expect that he would feel this ugly.

“Do not be shy. Enjoy the food, Faya. Coincidentally tonight is quiet because his grandparents Prima again to Jogja.” Said Zinnia again. The woman's attitude was very gentle and graceful.

“I-yes, Buk. Thank you very much.”

They continued to eat dinner in silence. Only Zinnia occasionally asked Prima about work or just his daily life. His son rarely came home.