THE ANGEL OF THE CREATOR
Chapter 5

After finishing with her dinner, Kiya tidied up the equipment she used. He did not want his grandmother to help him, and instead told him to rest immediately. Walk towards his small room, but very comfortable to be used as a place to berisitrahat. Performing prayers isya' and after preparing the equipment for work tomorrow, although there is still a sense of fear in him.

Kiya's spirit, don't be weak. Just focus on work and pursuing the future, and make the main grandmother happy. Kiya.

The next day, Kiya carried out her obligation to pray as usual. The monthly cycle that had passed greeted him, was now present. Help prepare breakfast, and get ready to go to work.

" Kiya departs, Grandma, Assalamu'alaikum." Pamit Kiya, then he kissed the back of his grandmother's hand.

" Wa'alaikumussalam's. Careful and passionate about his work, son."

Kiya walks towards the big road, stopping public transport to get to the bus stop. At that hour, six o'clock in the morning. Almost all people who go to work using public facilities, will be very crowded. To get to the company where Kiya works, you still have to walk again about ten minutes from the bus stop. And when he arrived in his room, he was surprised by the unusual sight, it caused the attention of other employees.

What is this a lot? Kiya.

" Goodbye." Kiya's mouth stopped, as her eyes looked at who was there.

" Hem, you!!! Come with me!." Azzam grabbed Kiya's hand and immediately took her away from the room.

That, made the employees there become confused and shocked. Not usually their boss comes to the workspace of his employees, always his personal assistant who will go down, Daffa.

" Hey, you guys look! Tumben once our boss came and visited this room? Usually also never seen its existence." chatted Nabila with several other employees.

" Yes right, but really handsome can really booster mood early in the morning. I really want to be her boyfriend, um." High-level delusion from Eci.

" Dream time, boss also not cataract Ci. The proof, Kiya he pulled is not you. Haha. Besides, it was in front of my eyes and even glanced at the others." Berry refuted Eci's delusion and ended up teasing her.

" Ish, ruin your mood. Ah, continue to work." Eci left them all.

And those who gathered there, immediately dispersed. Continuing their respective work, but not for Nabila. He was very worried about his best friend, especially almost all employees in the company already know the nature of their boss.

What happened to the boss this morning? Tumbens arise, usually never nonggol. Kiya! Geez, what the hell is this really about. The handsome guys are really the boss, I hope Kiya is okay. Marginalised.

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Azzam pulled Kiya's hand and held it very firmly, causing pain in his wrist.

" Mister, my hand hurts." Kiya asks Azzam to let go of her hand.

Uh, is Kiya really being pulled around with the boss? Did Kiya make any more mistakes? Ghina.

Opening the door of his room and removing his hand from Kiya's hand, Azzam immediately sat on his seat of greatness.

" Sit there!". Pointing at the sofa using his finger, without staring at the other person.

Feeling the pain on her wrist, Kiya stroked her slowly. Walking towards the sofa in question, Kiya did not refute the remarks from her boss. If he protested, it would be the same as giving up his life to disappear.

Azzam focused on doing his work that had piled up on his desk, regardless of where Kiya was. Alternatively, the directors of the trial entered the room and looked at Kiya with astonished gazes. It makes Kiya feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

" sir! Is there anything I should do?". Ask Kiya who was getting tired of being silent.

There was no response from Azzam, he was still fokua with his work. With an annoyed grunt, Kiya again leaned her back on the sofa there. Folding his hands in front, eyes that were staring at the floor with an annoyed look.

What the hell does he mean, in pull, in diemin, sit and be quiet like this. Subhanallah bagget this boss, want me to see that his head to be normal. Kiya.

" Don't curse me secretly, if you don't want your fate to be like yesterday's man." Azzam spoke, but his eyes remained weak on his work.

" o ". Kiya was surprised, why his boss could know that he was swearing at him.

Astaghfirullah, this is a real man.

Time passed, and it was not time for lunch. With a feeling of hesitation, Kiya ventured to speak.

" I'm sorry, sir. Can I rest? It's lunch time, sir. Did you not have lunch?." Kiya's gaze looked at the bottom of his boss's desk.

Hearing Kiya's words, Azzam only glanced at the clock in his hand. Then he indifferently returned, letting Kiya who was getting annoyed.

Duh, where the stomach already gives a signal to make in the contents. The wood man, his expression flat. Chaghfirullah, Kiya. O Lord, forgive your servant who has cursed the people. Kiya.

Ends to sit back sweetly, holding his stomach that already feels sore. His stomach acid disease greeted him again, but he did not dare to talk to his boss again.

" Tu sir, may I permit a moment to pray? ". asked Kiya with the body holding back the pain.