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early in the morning
all the employees who are on vacation enjoy the excitement at the Hotel, all the facilities have been rented by Frans how great and rich Frans.
Raisa was harassed by many of her colleagues, Raisa even answered tightly if curious why not just change rooms? Raisa feels choked to sleep in the same room as Frans although her boss is good but not good for her heart as well.
"Ariff?? ". whining Raisa with a funny look until the others laugh loudly.
"forgive me Raisa..! I'm so sorry, I can't get close to Boss really Raisa, I can do anything for you but not for this huh? ". Arif even rested until all his colleagues laughed louder.
Raisa's drama of asking and whining to her friends also failed miserably until Frans' voice shocked them to go for a walk until everyone cheered happily.
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on board
"hii? ". greet a man sitting next to Raisa.
Raisa looked weakly and looked up at the man who was none other than Argantara, Raisa knows because Raisa once tried to apply for a job at Arga's Game Company but was insulted by this Man of course Raisa remembers it until now.
"you're Raisa, right? meet me Arga". Arga extended his hand.
Raisa looked at the front, she was like a statue not responding to Arga's words let alone plus her ears in the care of Raisa.
"i remember you..! I just want to apologize". said Arga
"yeah..! no problem, you educated people know what family problems are".
"family problems? I'm sorry". said Arga
"sorry Mr. Arga, I'm not that generous. All the words you said to me that day until now still imprint my heart and mind, why suddenly apologize?". Raisa swerves lazily.
"really? then tell me what's on your mind, I'll hear it". Arga
"no need..! you won't be able to handle the problems of poor people like me". Raisa said lazily.
"tap...?". Arga spoke but Raisa cut her side.
"just calm..! I won't tell anyone about your disorder". Raisa's slacking off lazily and sounding uninspired.
"disorder? ". parrot Arga does not understand
Raisa took a quick glance at Arga and said, "i know you like bananas, take it easy I won't tell anyone so you can go play".
"like bananas? I don't like bananas". replied Arga still don't understand.
Raisa who is still so patiently explaining what she means that Arga dropped her jaw in disbelief there would be a woman who said Guy? hey...? Arga is a normal guy and has dated top artists and models.
"you don't know Beautiful top model? ". ask Arga seriously.
"who really? I only know but she doesn't know me".Raisa's answer doesn't connect because her mind is in a state of turmoil.
"well..! he's my ex, I'm pretty popular". Arga said proudly.
Raisa grunts and expels Arga because she thinks there is no need for manners to be cruel mouth boss like Arga. Raisa when angered by Arga when it was down 2 days not working part time just shut herself in her stress room. he hated the cruel-mouthed man who never appreciated the hard work of others only knew how to judge the cover.
That kind of person that must be removed in this world, at that time Raisa was so angry that many swear Arga will be exposed to karma. if educated people who are really smart will certainly judge after reading a book instead of commenting when looking at the book cover only.TK children can also comment when looking at the book cover.
"hey...? i'm Argantara..? you don't respect me?". annoyed Arga
The furious Raisa encourages Arga and says Arga has gone mad asking the handsome man to get away from her immediately.
"basic cruel man".
Raisa chooses to leave until she accidentally sees Frans sitting on a long bench just under a shady tree.
"this is my idol.!". sweet smile Raisa cupped both hands.
Raisa shook her head and patted her cheeks.
"don't fall in love with your idol Raisa? sober up..! but men like Mr. Frans are very rare and among the 100 men only Mr. Frans is the best". Raisa chattered involuntarily her foot stepped onto Frans.
"hi-h? ". Raisa hit her head and turned around but Frans' words made her grumble in a self-blame heart that could not help her own footsteps.
"i've seen you..! comehere". Frans
Raisa grinned and turned to walk closer to Frans then Frans glanced at the bench beside her and Raisa also sat down because she knew Frans asked her to sit down.
"what is Arga doing here? ". ask Frans
"don't know sir, he's just a crazy guy who apologized to me".
Frans and Raisa told a familiar story to unknowingly create seeds of comfort for each other.
"i told you she's normal and seems interested in you". Frans
"no sir..! he only covered his alibi when dating other women, and I think the guy who was attracted to me was just an abnormal guy.
"what if he's interested in you? ". ask Frans
"uh uh? there is no way sir".Risa replied laughing
"i'm serious". answered Frans.
"i don't like that arrogant, stupid and educated pretentious guy, even a Kindergarten kid is smarter than him. he's so talented at dropping other people's mentality that's all I can praise him for". raisa answered seriously.
"how do you think the man was educated? ". ask Frans
for a long time Raisa felt cornered until the permission of Frans who chuckled because she knew Raisa was just trying to escape.
in Toilet.
"what happened to those two entrepreneurs? are they a war of greatness? then why ask me to judge him? everyone knows Mr. Frans is great".
after that Raisa joined her friends to relieve stress due to the conversation of the two great men who made Raisa headaches by playing rides.
"Master? ". call Zo Arga's confidant
"he's vengeful for me Zo".
Zo patted his eel instantly, "what kind of question is Mister? of course he was vengeful because when you said that cruel thing he locked himself in the room, if you really like it why not accept it at that time? ".
"hey. where I know she's so cute, if only she smiled as sweetly as that night when she met me I might just accept it".
Zo once again chuckled, "the employee who applied for the job is very formal and maintain good manners, if he was as comfortable as a smile when he met you it was not work but tempting you Sir".
"i'd be tempted by her Zo". Arga
Zo doesn't talk anymore because she thinks Arga's crazy.
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