One Night Stand With My Crazy Boss
CHAPTER 33. Limitations. Many Considerations If You Have to Pass It.

“Do not look at it, Prim.” Her friend satirized. It turns out they all know that since then Prima did not look at her secretary who was busy with her food in there.

Getting a reprimand that makes Wjah Prima blush. He lost to shame. Trying to hide his facial expression by sipping a young coconut in front of him.

Prima and her friends resumed their business conversation. Sometimes they laugh when they talk about past events.

Inside, Faya had finished eating. But he did not come out of the shop. He just does not want to disturb Prima who seems to be having fun with his friends.

Faya's heart thumped as a call appeared on her phone screen. It was Iwan.

Long time ago Faya just lifted a phone from her mas it. Many times he took a breath to relieve his chest that suddenly felt heavy.

“Halo, Mas?” the answer in the end.

“Fay, where are you? How come it's not home? Kiran said you ran away from home? Bener?”

Deg.

Faya's heart skipped even faster hearing the barrage of questions from Iwan. But he tried to normalize his voice so that the mas was not too worried about him.

“Em, Have you come home? Sorry Faya didn't tell you the same. Faya got a job, Mas. And Faya gets residential facilities from the company. Faya didn't run away, Mas.” Answer Faya as calmly as possible.

“Long that. He escaped. Didn't say anything.” Kiran's voice was heard across the phone.

Faya breathed out slowly. She knew that Kirani must have told her husband a no-no. So that Faya can feel the sound of intimidation from Iwan's words.

“Where are you now? Home.” Iwan's voice sounded even more resolute than before. Like forcing and anger.

“Faya can't go home now, Mas. Faya is working out of town. Later if Faya has returned to Jakarta Faya nemuin Mas.”

“When are you home?”

“Maybe about a week away.”

“Udah late. Hunting mas back to work again.” Hardik Kirani from across.

Faya could only return sighing in annoyance. This time, he deliberately listened to Iwan so that his mas would understand his position.

“Ya. Later if you have returned to Jakarta directly home, yes. Mas wait at home.”

“Lho, why wait anyway, Mas. You have to work.” It seems that Kirani is not willing if her husband is wasting his idle time at home.

Tut's. Tut's.

Faya looked at her phone screen with an erratic feeling. He knew, right now Kirani and Iwan must be arguing. And as always, he will always give in to his wife.

Faya tells Iwan to divorce Kirani. He could not bear to see the physical Iwan who was getting thinner and thinner by the day. Black and unkempt. Working desperately to fulfill Kirani's demands. Work slammed the bones without even getting a bit of respect from Kirani.

In the past, Iwan was handsome. Athletic and well-awake. But right now, his physical condition is really concerning.

Prima and her friends were still seriously chatting something up. And Faya was getting bored. They're not talking about work, so Faya doesn't know what to do. So, he decided to take a walk around the beach.

“Sorry, Sir. I'll be there for a minute.” Pamit Faya is half embarrassed. Because his arrival made their chatting activities temporarily stop.

Prima nodded her head without commenting. He knew that Faya must be bored waiting for him inside.

Faya took off her shoes and she put them on the sand. Then he sat down using his shoes as a base. He looked out into the ocean.

Slowly, the sun began to rise from the sky and prepare for its clash. Leaving behind a trail of sparkling golden light bounced into the ocean. That orange, as if united with the sea and create an endless romantic atmosphere.

Faya was perfectly stunned to see the very stunning scenery.

While at the stall, Prima's friends have just returned home after their reunion is over. Prima walks and walks around the beach. He looked for Faya who was sitting alone in a place not far from him. While around them, a lot of couples who are also enjoying the beautiful sunset.

Prima picks up her phone, then takes aim at Faya. The girl's silhouette was clearly visible with an orange glow glowing across her face.

Deg.

Ah, Prima's heart is shaking again. Looking at Faya's gaze that swept across the ocean, made her chest rustle up and down. Prima is not unaware of her feelings. He was just setting a limit for them not to interfere with work. Because of the clear relationship between him and Faya is as his boss and secretary. This relationship makes a lot of consideration if Prima has to cross her boundaries.

The wind that blows makes Faya embrace his own body, even though the wind does not make it cold. Somehow he shuddered and his heart kept pounding.

Prima slowly walked up to Faya, then she just sat down next to the girl. Faya was shocked when she felt someone suddenly sitting next to her. He immediately turned his head and breathed a sigh of relief because it turned out to be Prima. Faya almost threw out the sand he was playing.

“What's cold?” questions from Prima.

“No, Sir. Are you finished? Want to go home now?” ask Faya self-conscious. He just stood up from his seat.

But, a moment later he fell back as Prima pulled his arm and forced him to sit back down. Faya stared in wonder because of his boss's attitude.

“Let's aja. Sit down first.”

Prima tau, Faya still wants to enjoy the beauty of the sunset. And he, still wants to enjoy Faya's biased face of course.

“What is too heavy?”

Prima's ambiguous question made Faya turn to him. While Prima stared straight at the orange that was half-drowned.

“Meanour?”

“What is too heavy for my cooperation?”

Faya was silent for a moment to digest Prima's sentence.

“Weight. But in the beginning. It turns out that my dad is not as bad as I thought. I'm just curious about one thing, why do you like to do the secretary of the Father?” finally, Faya asked as well. Things that always disturb his mind.

That romantic atmosphere prompted Faya's courage to ask.

“Kepo.”

What an answer Faya did not expect. He hoped Prima would answer honestly.

“Pak, stop fighting people. Poor people's children, sir. If I had, I would not have any parents. No one will feel sorry for me. Hehehehe.”

Oh my God, what is Faya talking about. Why did he open up to his boss? What does this have to do with Prima?

“Instead of being pityed on that person is something big? Great, so?” the tone of the voice of Prima rose by several octaves. He looked at Faya with a stern look. Somehow he was upset to hear Faya humbling herself.