RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 83

In Shafrielah's arms, I was. I know, there's no one - who's between us. There is only me, him and our little family.

" Silver... "

" Hmmm.... What? "

" I'm two weeks late.... "

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Saniah Story.

I sat staring at the monitor screen in front of me which contained a row of numbers - the number of sales reports last month. I have been working overtime for a week because I have to complete the financial statements audited by my devisi.

Well.this is where I am now. I have been working at this place for almost two years. Where Asthma used to work. Thanks to the help of my best friend, I was finally accepted to work in this place. The position is the same as the position of Asthma first. The same boss is Mr. Haris Wicaksono. I worked as one of the accounting staff and automatically became a subordinate of Mr. Haris who incidentally is a former lover of Asma.

" Sani. please put the sales report last month in an hour on my desk. I have a meeting outside. In an hour, I'm back. Please, just put it on my desk, yeah! " said Mr. Haris. I nodded obediently then immediately made a copy for the sales report in question.

Finished printing the sales report, I immediately brought the sales report to Mr. Haris' desk and put it there. It's done my job.

Then back to my desk.

An hour later, Mr. Haris my boss has seen his shadow sitting in his study while checking the sales report I submitted earlier.

" Sani. I need a little."

I went into Mr. Haris's office.

"Mother called me?"

" I want to ask you to check all the product data that sales are less or even not at all, so we can return. Than harming the company. "

" Oh. Okay, sir, "I replied. Then, somehow for how long, I was immersed in my busyness checking one by one the incoming products and then checking the sales data again. Then look for which products have the lowest sales or no sales at all.

Without feeling it, time goes on. My stomach is hungry. I stopped my work and looked at the wall clock hanging on the wall of Mr. Haris' room. Oh. geez! I feel really hungry, but it's seven o'clock now. I glanced at my boss who was next to me. He looks still engrossed with rows of numbers and data - data on the monitor screen.

. " Sir, I'll go to the toilet first, yes! " I'm asking permission because of pee kebelet.

He looked towards me. Staring at me briefly and then nodding. I immediately went to the toilet in a hurry because it was very kebellet.

I went back into the room and I saw my boss talking on the phone with someone. I also returned to continue my work. A little more and my work will be done.

I glanced at my boss. He's still on the phone. Soon he stopped talking and moved closer to me.

For a moment he seemed hesitant to say anything. I looked towards Mr. Haris.

" Yes, Sir. Is there anything I can help you with? "

" Eh.. That, I want to ask, do you have activities tomorrow? "

I knit my eyebrows not understanding. Tomorrow is Saturday. Of course I have activities. Worked.

" Yes, tomorrow will be Saturday, of course I work as usual, sir" I replied.

" Eh. no. That is... Sunday night? Tomorrow night? " he scratched - scratched his head that did not itch.

" No, usually after work, I go straight home and rest"

" Can you help me, no. "

" Help what, sir? "

" Look, I was invited to my ex-fiance's wedding. We were almost married, but I canceled the marriage because I couldn't marry him for a reason. Now, that woman is getting married and she invited me to attend her wedding. But I'm confused, because I don't know who to go with. I don't have a woman's friend" Mr. Haris said at length about the reason.

" So, you mean Mr Haris, you asked me to accompany you to the party? "

" I. yes, that too if you don't mind. "

" Well, I don't mind accompanying you. "I replied.

Mr. Haris' face immediately shone brightly.

" I'm going there wearing what clothes, sir?" Foolish. But the thing is, I never had party clothes. The clothes that I wear are most just shirts and skirts and then hijabs.

And now, Mr. Haris was the first one to take me to the party and I don't have a single dress to wear to the party.

" That problem, you calm down. After this we go home together, huh? "

" All the same, sir? "

" Yes, I'll buy you a dress to wear to my friend's wedding tomorrow. "

" Oh....

Be that night, done all the tasks, I went home with Mr. Haris, my boss.

Somewhat awkward I was riding his latest Toyota Yaris car. It's nothing, I'm afraid to be the gossip of this workplace.

" Come up. The day is getting night. Easy - hopefully still not closed. " said Mr. Haris while closing the car door and walking around the car then entered and drove his car leaving the parking lot.

Mr. Haris parked his car in front of a boutique. We went down together. It appears he's contacting someone. Soon a beautiful woman dressed in elegant clothes appeared from inside the boutique and approached us.

" Uh... Mr. Haris. Long time no here. Kirain was married to Isna. So forget about us...."

I smiled wryly when I heard the woman mention Isna's name. Well... I just remember, Mr. Haris is the ex-lover of Asma, but why did the woman mention Isna's name?

Mr. Haris looked over and smiled at me. " Say, this is Sani. She's mylover. "

Jeez...my face reddened with embarrassment. I know, maybe Mr. Haris was just playing in front of the woman, but to be honest, I wasn't ready for everything. Consequently..

I was clumsy half-dead, and the ends I even accidentally held the end of Mr. Haris's sleeve. Damn again, whether on purpose or not Pah Haris' hand outstretched and tightly grasped my finger.

Degs..... Oh God. My heart almost stopped beating. Honestly, this is the first time I've come into direct contact with a man, and unfortunately it's not with my husband, but my boss.

My face is like a boiled crab. Especially the next time, Mr. Haris lightly guided me into the boutique and chose clothes for Muslim women that are suitable for me to wear tomorrow. Complete with shoes and a bag of tentengs as well. At first I refused to say enough was just clothes. But Mr. Haris firmly said that it was his order. If so, what can I do?

I can only resign when the boutique waiter wraps all the items purchased by Mr. Haris and hands them to me after being paid by Mr. Haris.

Not only that, after shopping for clothes at the boutique, Mr. Haris invited me to dinner at a restaurant. Again, I cannot refuse.

At eleven o'clock at night I arrived in front of the boarding house delivered by Mr. Haris. Before getting out of the car, Mr. Haris grabbed my hand. " I'm sorry about the incident. I had to tell that woman that you were my lover. Because he's a friend of Isna, my ex-fiance. I beg you not to be angry." said Mr. Haris with a clear face.

I nodded with a smile. "Safe, sir. Just chill. I understand the position of Father. " I immediately got out of Mr. Haris' car and rushed into my boarding house before anyone saw. Gossip..? ihh.

Through the window of my room, I peeked at the man who was still at home in his car. Before long, there was an incoming message via Whatsapp.

(Boss: Thank you, for accompanying me to dinner and for accompanying me tomorrow)

I smiled as I read Mr. Haris' message. I forgot to say thank you because my boss had kindly bought me a party dress complete with shoes and bags. I felt bad and bad. I immediately replied to the message.

(Together, Sir. I should be grateful for being treated to food and bought clothes) .

Ting.

Blue Check. Very quickly....

I was still getting undressed and getting ready to take a shower.

(Boss: Never mind, don't overdo it. Consider it a gift for helping me.)

I grabbed my phone and read Mr. Haris' message. Then type a reply.

(Thank you again. Good evening. May you have a good dream) and then I overflowed with an emot smile.

Ting.

Before long, my message was immediately replied.

(Boss: Good night too. Sweet dream, too)

I smiled to myself reading Mr. Haris' message. Abaghfirullah, self-conscious Saniah. He was so because he wanted to be polite to you. rebuke my heart that felt baper.

Sani.... Sani...