Stuck With An Old Man (Revision Stage)
CHAPTER 7: The Adorable Girl

Gala passed through Yara's body which had been sculpted in front of the door of the meeting room. He glanced at Yara with the tip of his eyes and gestured to follow her. Yara can only resign while cursing in the heart. Om shit! It just seems to be ruling me. I ‘kan boss of this company! Why did he manage, cihh!”

With great compulsion Yara pulled her footsteps heavily. His face was so upset. Sometimes he mocked Gala from behind and smiled with satisfaction. Amber who noticed his granddaughter's behavior only shook her head while giving a rough breath.

As Step Gala passed through the director's room, Yara frowned and stopped her steps. “Om where are you going? The room's right here. Says there's something to talk about cooperation?”

Gala stop. He looked back and found Yara looking at him in wonder. “We'll talk at home. Today we will return to my house and stay there,” he said again continuing his steps.

The girl was aghast as she spread her manic. "Pi-moving home?”

Gala did not press and entered the elevator.

Yara turned to look at Oma Amber who was behind her. He immediately ran towards his oman and made sure of Gala's speech. “Oma, did Oma hear the old man's words? He said he wanted to move house. Please tell her if Oma doesn't want Oma's only granddaughter to leave Oma! Come Oma tell Om Gala!”

“Yara, Oma himself who proposed to Gala if you can move house to be more free to do something,” pull the corner of his lips.

“A—what? So Oma herself drove out Oma's granddaughter?!” look at Yara with annoyance.

“Not expel. You can play at Oma's house. But if you want to play to the house Oma must bring a great-grandchild. Otherwise, then Oma will not open you the door,” passes leaving Yara.

Yara looked frustrated. He ruffled his hair and chased after Amber. “Oma, wait! Ohmaaaa! How much Omaaa.”

Amber waved her hand as she and Gala had boarded the elevator. The elevator doors had been locked so Yara could not get inside. Yara growled in annoyance and kicked the elevator door over and over again. “Arghhh! Can I go crazy for a long time if Oma conspires with Om Gala in crime!”

While from a distance, it appears a man noticed Yara rampaging in front of the elevator door. The man smiled at the new chief director's behavior. The man approached Yara and greeted her.

“The door won't open even if Miss kicks it repeatedly,” the man said.

Yara glanced at the source of the voice. He set his hair ruffled and acted calm, as if nothing had happened. Who her? Did he see me whining at Oma and rampaging around here?

”Sorry because I was presumptuous. Meet Andro, deputy director of Lincoln Group. I didn't get to attend the new director's welcome meeting because I took care of a few things."

Yara still glanced at the man who was now standing firmly in front of her. Andro has a handsome stature with beautiful eyeballs, firm and neat eyebrows, a towering nose and a sexy lip shape. Not only the face, his body was so proportional, sturdy and muscular that it made Yara stunned.

Very handsome, my God. Younger than Om Gala! Why is he not the only one who is my husband! Oh my goodness!!

"Miss," call Andro.

The girl still doesn't budge.

"Miss ... ?" spread the daydream Yara using a wave of her hand in front of Yara's face.

"Oh, um ... What's up?" ask Yara gelagapan.

"Is there something wrong with my face?" pointing at his face with a finger.

"Oh yeah sure!" yara was unconscious. Your face is shifting my world!

"really? Sorry for making Miss uncomfortable with my appearance." Andro turned his back, turned his back to Yara and rearranged his somewhat messy yet cool hair. He also rubbed his face with his hands, thinking that something was bothering Yara.

"Sir, Andro?" lirih Yara's.

"Yes, Miss? Just call me Andro." turned his body around looking at Yara.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm just fixing my hair and face so as not to interfere with your vision."

"I mean Miss?" frown.

"none. You go back to work."

When the elevator door opened, Yara went inside. He was misbehaving when talking to Andro.

Oy oy oy!! Wh-why did he enter here! I can pass out if I get close to this guy!

"May I take the elevator with you?" asked Andro smiling so as to make Yara's body relax.

"No! Can't," refused outright.

Andro was again surprised by Yara's words.

"Alright Miss. I'm sorry."

Yara was glued to silence. He could not control himself when he was with Andro. Andro's good looks made the girl wrong. Just hearing Andro's heavy and sexy voice made Yara's heart flutter.

Then I get excited to go to the office every day. Inner Yara.

Shortly after, the elevator doors opened. Yara was still peeking inside the elevator with a blank look straight ahead. Realizing the elevator door was open, he walked slowly out from within. His legs felt heavy to step on and his body looked so limp with no energy. Suddenly his feet sprained and fell. Fortunately a man standing in front of the elevator door swiftly grabbed Yara's body so that she fell in the man's arms.

"Are you sick?"

Yara was surprised. How not, the man who grabbed his body was the man he hated so much.

"Om Gala?!" murmured with a widened bead.

Gala looked at him sharply. "You look healthy and fine," removed Yara's body.

Bukkkk!!

"Ohh p*tatku!" peekik Yara massaged her buttocks because of a fall. "Om shit! If not, do not help do not help! I just fell from the beginning! Than in please but on the slam again! No snooping!"

Deggs!

Gala stopped her steps. He clenched his fingers while grinding his teeth. Gala seemed emotional hearing Yara's makian speech. Newly Yara who dared to insult him openly like that. Gala then went back to Yara who was still sitting on the front floor of the elevator.

"Remain here again? Wanna taunt me? Huh?!" yara ride on apitam.

"Don't spoil. I don't like spoiled women and like whining! Stand up!" stretched out his hand.

Yara's heart suddenly softened as Gala extended a hand about to help her stand up. Without saying any more, he immediately accepted the helping hand and stood up from there. "I'm not spoiled," he said.

"Stop acting like a child. You are the president director of this company, you are also Young Madam Rodderick! So don't be weak and whiny! Understand?!"

Yara's reflexes nodded. Her face looks so adorable. Like a child who is angry with his father for making a mistake.

Gala swallowed her saliva as Yara's face changed into the face of the woman she loved so much. He rubbed his eyes and looked at Yara's tiny face intently. Gala aware! She's not Elyora! She's Yaraline! Little rancid, imitator of your woman's face!

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