Sorry your Husband I Borrowed
Wrong Costume and Lunch Together Again, Same Boss

As scheduled, as I recall today, wear a batik uniform. But, for some reason, I was wearing free clothes. Do not remember if you have to wear a batik uniform.

''Die me. Until the office, everyone wears batik clothes. Surely the fierce boss will nag along the memory lane, because I do not wear batik clothes, '' I murmured in panic myself.

Fitri said I was called boss Robert Airlangga. He must be angry because I don't wear a batik uniform. Where there is a presentation schedule about tourism promotion programs in front of the mayor.

''Duh, how is this. Going back, it's impossible. Let me wear this shirt, I said.

''You work, don't make your own rules. You know what day it is?'' he said cynically to me.

I just keep quiet. Bowing his head, not daring to look at him.

''I'm sorry sir, I said to him. While he, just silent, did not respond to me.

Before I was told to leave, I stayed in his room. Give her a chance, to be angry with me.

''Satisfied angry. I accept it with a chest. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!'' mutter me, talk to yourself.

''Give me an ocean-wide patience, O God, facing this strange, but handsome creature. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!'' I said I still speak for myself in my heart.

''Who told you to stay in my room for long!'' he said to me, in a sniffy tone.

''Oh, if it wasn't for him being my boss, I would've stuck him up!'' grumbling, annoyed.

Spontaneously, I left her room. Go back to work and struggle with tasks that accumulate.

While I was focusing on my duties, the dictator's mad boss sent a chat to my mobile number. He said, ask for lunch, today.

I didn't answer. Because my heart is still upset, scold him. I felt like a schoolboy, angry about breaking school rules.

Why not be flexible when it comes to office uniforms. Today, I completely forgot, that Thursday, the schedule is wearing a batik uniform.

*He video call.....

*Lift ...nggak....angkat.....

I finally picked up too. For fear of being told to fight the boss if I deliberately did not lift the incoming call from him.

''Why did you take up my video call?!" ask me, ketus. He was talking to me, like, I'm a suspect in the persecution. Huhahaha!

''Relax Winona. He's been hanging out with you!'' my own inner whisper, feeling GR.

I just guessed the heart of that fierce boss. Why is he so considerate of me. He was so protective of me. Curious me. Why is he overprotective with me.

''Yes sir, I'm sorry I have so much work to do, '' said I gave her an excuse.

''Oh so, you finished the task, but ignored the video call from me? Very good, there is a staff like you!'' snapped it.

Instantly, I became more curious. So angry is he with me, if I'm late pick up a video call from him.

''Once again, give the servant infinite patience, O Allah, I say pray in my heart.

''At 12:00 wib, accompany me to lunch. After that, we met with one of the event organizers. He wants to bring us together. He said he wanted to make an agenda of cultural events in our city, he explained.

Without me saying it or rejecting it, he ended the conversation. In fact, I would love to be given a chance, give an answer, whether I am willing or not, accompany him to lunch.

Again, I could not refuse it either. Forced, I must obey his orders.

***

''Just use my car, '' he said, and I followed his steps, from behind.

All the way, I was silent. He speaks more.

Without further ado, he clasped my hand, even though his position was behind the wheel of his car. My heart is beating unbecoming. To refuse, it feels powerless. ''This is actually me falling in love with him, or what the hell?'' I said, asking my own little heart.

''Why do you like to look for me?'' ask her. I still speak a thousand languages. I don't know what to say and what to say when he talks to me.

''Hey, beautiful lady. You are mute!?'' his god, and clasped my hand even tighter.

''Sir, briefly. I'm gonna pick up the phone. Looks like my husband called, I said ask him for permission.

Instead of giving me permission, I asked me to turn off my phone.

''Geez, this one has started to be rude to me. But, if I refuse his orders, I'm still thinking. I could be fired by him!'' my meaning is in my heart.

''He was so willing to cry. Yes, take the incoming call from your husband. I was silent, noiseless, he promised me.

When I wanted to accept, it turned out that my husband had turned off his call. Yes already. I intentionally didn't want to call back.

Will not be free to talk, if there is a boss next to me.

''Call back, ''' his orders.

''No problem, call back. I'm sorry I was joking, '' he said he was correcting his behavior.

''Just this time I met a weird person, as weird as he is. Where is he my boss status. Complete is my suffering.''

Half an hour later, he and I got somewhere. The dining room is quite pleasant. I think I want to stay there for a long time. But not ah! Don't want to, if you stay here for a long time with this weird guy!

The food that my boss ordered was already on table number 4. There are 6 empty plates that are lying on the cover. There will be 6 people sitting there. I assure you, the two owners of the empty plate, me and my boss. Means that 4 more plates, is my boss's guest.

''How can it be there?'' ask my boss, the waiter.

''Okey, Sir. Go ahead. Ready already. Just waiting for the visitor, obviously the waiter.

Right, before long, there were three men whose age was not far from my boss, coming over to us both. They are ethnic Chinese.

''Hi..how are you, Mister Robert,'' greet the ethnic Chinese man to the boss.

The boss warmly welcomed the greeting. They shake hands, then take their respective sitting positions.

''Yep, we go straight. The dish seemed to be unpleasant if it took too long to be taken.'' said my boss, starting lunch first, and the ethnic Chinese man, followed him.

''Hmmm. Very nice, tom yam!'' call the man while continuing to devour the dish that was in front of him.

''This is, the most delicious kelong restaurant in the universe of this city, '' said my boss, with his spirit.

The ethnic Chinese man, only the mangosteen. Sometimes he asks, is there any special food, other than seafood?

My boss, shake his head. But, before long, he quickly refined it.

''There's, anyway. Another good meal. Most grilled fish, he said.

The man immediately protested.

''If the fish is grilled, it tastes the same, '' said he denied the statement of my boss.(***)