One Night Stand With My Crazy Boss
CHAPTER 65. Feelings Can't Be Set As You Like.

Faya's feelings are still unstable. His anger and heartache has not been overcome. There were no words that could describe his disappointment to Prima.

Even as they entered a luxurious apartment, Faya was still busy with her own thoughts.

“Sit first, Fay.” Harvey. Faya just nodded and complied. He sat on the living room couch.

Harvey's apartment is spacious as well. Almost the same as Prima's property but more spacious apartment Prima. many ornamental plants are deliberately placed in pots in every corner of the room. The plant is green and contrasts with Harvey's white walls. Give a fresh impression when you see it.

“Drink first.” Harvey offered a warm tea to the table in front of Faya.

“Still, Harv.”

“Do not hesitate here, yes. You can do anything. If you want to cook, all the ingredients you need are in the refrigerator and closet.” Harvey pointed to a small cupboard near the refrigerator.

Once again, Faya nodded in understanding.

“I'm sorry I can't help you when you're so hard. My work cannot be canceled because of.” Harvey is back.

“Nothing, Harv. I'm the one who's sorry I took care of you. What time do you go?”

Harvey looked at his watch. “A minute. Oh yes, if you want to sleep, you can sleep in my room only. because the other room does not have a mattress.”

“Nothing, I slept on the sofa aja. this sofa is comfortable coke, Harv.”

“Do not. You will catch wind because it's cold here. Nothing, sleep in my room.”

“I really-thank you very much, Harv. Honestly, I'm ashamed, when it's hard, you're there for me. As for me,,”

Harvey knew what Faya meant. This must be about his feelings for the girl.

“Do not mention that. I've already said. I don't care if you accept me as a boyfriend. I'm glad you could let me keep this feeling. One thing you need to know is that I will always be there for you. So please, don't keep your pain alone. Hm?”

Faya's eyes again glazed over to hear Harvey's words. He was embarrassed and moved by Harvey's attention. If only he had as much left to Harvey as he used to have, he might not have had to turn down the man. So that he does not need to be attacked by discomfort like this.

Although uncomfortable, but Faya had no other choice. He really has no other destination.

“Fay, I think I should go now. You're okay I'll stay a while. Just a few days, kok.” Harvey got up from his seat.

Harvey pulled the suitcase he had prepared before and walked towards the door. With Faya following the man behind him.

“Don't forget, you can eat whatever is in this house. No need to be confused. Okay?” harvey's message is back. He smiled then raised his hand and rubbed Faya's head gently.

Faya gasped at Harvey's treatment. Not because he felt like he was being treated that way. Because he felt bad for Harvey.

Faya nodded. “Iya. I'm taking care of your house. Don't worry.” Faya.

Faya doesn't get Harvey to the parking lot because Harvey forbids him. The man was afraid that someone was looking and thinking. Not that he's worried about himself, but that's because Harvey's worried about Faya. He does not want to cause any more problems that make Faya worse.

As Harvey moves on, Faya goes back inside the house. He sat back on the sofa and spread his eyes around him. This big house but it feels cold and empty. That's probably because Harvey rarely goes home because of his busy filming schedule.

Unlike Harvey's apartment, Prima's apartment feels warm.

Why did Fikrian Faya go to Prima anyway? Sucks.

Wind gusts make curtains on the balcony blown and bumpy. That caught Faya's attention. Slowly, he got up and walked towards the balcony. The foggy view of Jakarta immediately welcomed him.

It was just an everyday sight that Faya often saw. But somehow from here, the city of Jakarta looks blurry because it is covered in a fog of pollution. A seburam of Faya's heart at this time.

The pain returned to Faya's heart. A few moments ago, he was able to divert it. And right, he couldn't hold back his tears. He cried again remembering the events that he experienced today.

What makes him sick is Prima, at least that's what he can do to suppress his pain. In fact, if he had no taste for Prima, he would not have been this sick. In fact, if he did not keep the name of the man in his heart, he would not be this injured.

He should be relieved that nothing happened. But why does it feel this sick?

Prima's actions seemed to slap him to realize his position. This incident made Faya understand, if there is no such thing as genuine attention from a Prima. Everything the man did was only a little of the much reason to work on it. Why is he only realizing it now?

Faya continues to curse himself, fooling his heart which still thumped even after what the man had done.

Ah, it's true. That flowing feeling could not be stopped at will. Even hatred cannot cover it.

But no, Faya no longer wants to let her feelings continue to grow to Prima. Foolish name if she still maintains the name Prima in her heart after being hurt in such a way. He is not blind because of his feelings.

What Faya doesn't know, is that Prima is currently frustrated because she is looking for herself. Stirring the entire office to make a scene.

His phone never left his hand to contact Faya. Although the phone was never connected and the messages were never read by Faya.

Prima snatched his car keys and immediately rushed home. He hoped Faya would be home. He must explain this misunderstanding right now. His head was about to explode imagining that Faya would be angry at him for a long time. Just a few hours Faya was angry, her heart was already sick and her chest was tight.

“Fay, Where are you?” lirih Prima while waiting for the door of her apartment elevator to open. He was worried not to play.

Phones from Prima still can't be connected. Make Prima's heart even more pias.

“Fay! Fay! You're inside, right? Open door!” prima shouted banging on the door of Faya's apartment. He could have just pressed the button and just walked in. But he did not want Faya to get angry because of his brash attitude.

“Fay! Please, open the door. I want to talk!” Prima was not tired of screaming for Faya. There was no answer from the girl.