One Night Stand With My Crazy Boss

One Night Stand With My Crazy Boss
CHAPTER 67. Calculating Time Properly.


The atmosphere of Ariga's room turned cold and awkward. Faya continued to hold her hand on her lap even after she placed the envelope containing her resignation letter onto the table.


“Can't you think about it anymore, Fay? Honey, you've been working here all along. And only you are the same Mr. Prima.”


Yes, fits.


But Faya doesn't like that word. He survives not because he fits. Because he needs a job. And coincidentally the salary offered here is quite large. At least that was the first reason.


But as time passed, as feelings began to grow for the crazy ‘bos’nya it, so Faya enjoyed her work even though full of pressure.


“I can't handle Mr. Prima, sir. I'm sorry if I let you down. Some days I almost crazy because Mr. Prima.”


Ariga breathed deeply. He did not know what had happened between Faya and Prima. looking at Faya's expression, it seemed like the problem this time was not playing games.


“Pak Prima takes care of you again?” Ariga tried to find out.


Faya just kept quiet. He lowered his face.


“For so long have you managed to survive, Fay.” Ariga is still trying to seduce Faya. Really, he is also bored if he has to find a replacement Faya again. Though it has been a year this work is a little lighter because there is Faya who helps take care of Prima.


“This time berkandanya Pak Prima not kidding, sir. And I'm tired of it too. I want to thank you for the kindness of my Father during this time. Once again I'm sorry, I had to stop here.”


“If it's your absolute decision, I can't stand in your way, Fay. I hope you still want to work here. But yeah how else. I also understand that you are tired.”


Faya just kept quiet. There is a sense of not having the heart to see the disappointed face of Ariga. During this time, the man had helped Faya a lot through his bleak days working with Prima. Ariga always gives help and encouragement to Faya to stay upbeat. He also helps Faya in his work.


“I hope, you soon find the job you dream of huh, Fay. I sincerely pray for this.”


“Thank you very much, Sir. Then, excuse me.” Faya nodded her head in honor of her superior. He welcomed Ariga's hand as the man asked to shake his hand.


Faya turned around and walked out of Ariga's room with an infinitely mixed feeling. That unbearable feeling still filled his chest cavity. In his heart he regretted that he had left his workload to Ariga.


After exiting Ariga's room, Faya's knees seemed limp. He closed his eyes for a while and then exhaled slowly to restore his strength. He has to hurry, because Prima will be coming to the office soon.


Before entering Prima's room, Faya first peeked inside. Afraid that Prima is inside. Fortunately, the man had not yet arrived.


Faya was standing right in front of Prima's desk, looking at the signboard that read Prima's name with an inexplicable feeling. Fortunately, he has not shown his feelings. It makes it easier for him now when he wants to leave.


After looking at Prima's name, he then placed an envelope containing his resignation letter on the table. After that, he walked out of Prima's room.


Before leaving, he stood in front of his own desk, which he would no longer occupy. Thinking about what he had gone through so far, he felt proud and praised himself for having managed to survive this far.


The taxi that Faya was riding in was next to Prima's car in front of the building. The car that Prima drove into the building area when the taxi that Faya was riding in got out of there. Fortunately, Faya calculated the timing was right.


Prima parked her car in the basement of the building. His feeling is very empty. Usually he will be supported by Faya. But this time there was no Faya by his side. And that was his own fault.


With a shaky pace and lack of spirit, Prima walked into his room. He sat with his head on the back of the chair. Closing her eyes to calm her troubled heart.


Before going to the office, Prima had knocked Faya's apartment back. But still got no answer. It


the messages were read by Faya. The problem now was that he could no longer even contact the girl because Faya had blocked her number. It's getting frustrating.


Prima's eyes focused on the envelope lying on her desk. Lazily he opened the envelope and found a letter from Faya. Instantly Prima ran with all her might towards Ariga's room.


Ariga was even surprised to see the arrival of Prima who looked hasty.


“Mana Faya, Uncle?” ask Prima.


“Faya, just got out. Didn't you guys meet? Earlier...” Ariga could not even continue his sentence because Prima was missing from her room.


Prima ran down the ridge chasing Faya. He hopes to catch up with the girl.


“Do you see Faya.” Ask an employee he met in the lobby.


“Faya? That's there, Mr.” Point the employee to the outside of the building.


Not yet lost the employee's surprise, Prima already darted out of the building. He looked around looking for Faya. But damn, he couldn't find it.


“Aarrggghh prima shouted with a frustrated face. He rubbed his head rough sign he was angry. Not on Faya, but on yourself.


Prima's behavior immediately received attention from its employees. They wonder why in the morning Prima was possessed like that.


Prima stared at the road. Thought's dead-end. Where else would he find that girl. But an idea suddenly came to his mind. Prima ran to the loby and took her car. Carrying the car sped away from the FD Corp building.


Arriving at the apartment, Prima immediately forced her way into Faya's house without permission again. I don't know why she doesn't feel good about this.


And sure enough, Faya's house is empty. Even the laptop that is always on the living room table is no longer in place. Prima's feeling grew pias and panicked. He opened the door to Faya's room in a hurry. And again, he found disappointment because the room looked clean without any Faya clothes left behind.


With an inexplicable feeling, Prima sat on the edge of Faya's bed. He held his chest that seemed to be hit by a blunt object. Sickness, and tightness.


“Fay, where are you?”