One Night Stand With My Crazy Boss
CHAPTER 26. Taking Time Not to Dissolve In Sadness.

After Soraya returned, Faya was just about to take a bath after which she planned to go to sleep. When the phone rings and it's a phone from Prima.

“Iya, Sir?”

“You're coming to my house now. Help me get something.” Prima's orders again.

“Now, Sir?”

“Tomorrow! Now, Faya.”

“Iya, Sir. I am there now.” Faya could not refuse. He glanced at the wall clock. It's almost 8 p.m. However, Prima still needed his strength where he should have rested.

Prima told him to come, has the man started to believe him?

Faya rang the bell and before long Prima appeared.

“His password 959595.” Prima told while taking Faya in.

Lho? How is the same with my home password? Faya just nodded. But I dare not ask.

Faya's eyes rounded watching the luxurious scenery in Prima's apartment. Just now he and Soraya were talking about this, and now Prima told him to go to her house. What a surprise.

The Prima Apartment is very spacious. Design a minimalist classic that spoils the eye to see every funny and unique furniture in the room. But what makes Faya's eyes like a glint this time is, some Prima goods seem scattered everywhere. Even on the sofa, there were the man's pants and sweatshirt.

What else is that?

Faya was wide-eyed when his gaze was fixed on a maroon-red object that he clearly knew the shape was da lam pants.

Ostentatious.

Faya frowned shuddering. Between disgust and.........

“Ngeliatin what, you?” prima's baritone voice shocked Faya and awakened her from the indecent reverie. “Sini.” Take Prima again.

Now, they have entered a room that sees the condition in it is a work room intended by Prima.

And Faya again looked up at the state of the workspace that was more like a bookstore. Plenty of papers were scattered and books were not neatly arranged in place. It was so bad Faya saw it. Makes his hands itch to clean.

“Built this.” Prima forced to put a stack of files into Faya's hands. The girl was not ready. Fortunately, the files did not fall and scattered everywhere.

“Set by date.” Prima. then he sat at his desk and seemed busy doing something.

Prima is just pretending. He wants to take his own time Faya and make the girl tired so that her sad thoughts are diverted. Once tired the girl will fall asleep.

Why would he bother to do that? I don't know. Prima herself does not know the exact reason. Clearly, when he saw Faya crying, or moody as if he was thinking about something, he felt unbearable.

Every now and then Prima glanced at Faya who seemed focused on carrying out her orders sitting on the sofa in front of her desk. Upon seeing Faya's confused face, a tiny smile would appear on both corners of her lips.

“You can continue first yes. I'm going to take a shower first.” Pamit Prima at the end. Somehow he felt awkward lingering in the room together. Not usually.

After Prima's death, shortly thereafter Faya had successfully completed his task. Now, he wants to channel the itching of his hands to see the messy room. Be he began to clean the work room Prima until it looks clean and neat.

I don't know what Prima uses to bathe until it takes almost 2 hours. In fact, to kill time, Faya also cleaned the living room, washed the dishes and cleaned up the litter.

All of Prima's clothes were scattered he collected into one and put it in a basket near the bathroom.

Seeing the results of his work, Faya felt satisfied himself.

“Well, gini is good.” Mumbled.

“What's good?” prima's voice suddenly emerged from inside her room.

“Bapak is done?”

Prima looked stunned to see the condition of his house that was clean and tidy. He did not tell Faya to clean it. Because tomorrow, her mother will come along with the maid to clean her house. Routine things to do Zinnia once a week.

“You've done all this?” wonder Prima.

“Wah.” Prima. Then he clapped his hands proudly for Faya. The girl just smiled broadly feeling her hard work was appreciated.

“Pak? Mr laper, right? You have instant noodles, don't you?”

“There is a closet. Search aja. What do you want to do?”

“I make noodles, would you, Sir?”

“Tersubscribe.”

Getting permission, Faya rushed to pick up two packs of instant noodles, two eggs. A little leek and some other kitchen spices. He concocted all the ingredients while Prima watched from the dining table.

“From now on, if anything, you are allowed to enter this house. The password was.” Prima.

“Means you already believe completely in me, yes Sir?”

Prima was silent. Not responding. He continued to watch Faya's back moving to and fro in front of the stove.

“Means now I'm actually a secretary Pak Prima. because there are only 3 women who can enter here, his family Pak Prima, his wife, and secretary Bapak.”

Hearing Faya's rant, made Prima frown. He felt he never mentioned it to anyone. Except Aliva. Yeah, she remembers mentioning it to Aliva. But how did Faya know?

“Kok you can know that?”

And Faya immediately realized that he had spoken wrongly. There is no way he said that at that time he heard the talks between Prima and Aliva. Could die of lice he considered eavesdropping.

“Wah, udah mateng.” Faya switched the conversation. He put two bowls filled with instant noodles from his concoction. One for Prima, and one for her.

The savory aroma of the food made Prima forget about what was the topic of conversation earlier. He immediately looked at the seemingly delicious noodles.

“Please enjoy, Mr.” Faya. He was relieved that Prima did not extend the affair.

Slowly Prima sipped her food. Tasty. Bathinnya and he soon spent it.

“Next week you come with me to Jogja. My cousin's wedding.”

“Ngapain I'm also coming, sir? I'm going to go for a family event. So why should I come too?”

“Ooooo. So you want to eat blind pay? Is that? For a week in Jogja, you will be happy. Lazy here, is it?”

The lha? How am I supposed to be the one? Inner Faya.

“Not that, Sir. I went to attend a family event. So it's not my job, Mr.”

“Your work is taking care of me, Fay. Later there I will also control the mall construction project. It's not just a family event. We'll be there later work.” Prima.

Already, Faya can't stand up. I can imagine how tired it will be.

But yes it's okay. Think of it as a vacation. He has never been to Jogja. Just take it good.

“When did it go, sir?”

“Jum’at noon.”

“Siap, Sir. I'll book the tickets later. Hehehehe.”

Truly, Prima wanted to laugh out loud as Faya raised her hand giving a sign of respect to him. Especially with a big smile that shows a row of teeth. Really cute.

yo citizens! monday already yaaa. not bored I ngingetin to leave a trail yaa. let the spirit up me.

you who are newcomers, can drop by in my other novel.at guaranteed no less exciting. there is a story of his grandparents prima. there is a story ortunya prima also.