Trapped in Love Cute Boss
The Part 18

"Let's go in, sir" I asked. He just replied with Deheman. Get ready for Nay's seventh world war!

"Day!" Mr. Juna pulled my hand when I was about to go to the bathroom. I intend to change clothes and pads, because it is not comfortable to see through all night.

"Sir, how can I help you?" the tanyaku ala-ala operator.

"No. Go, clean your body!" I nodded at his orders, then started to step.

Just two steps forward, Mr. Juna slightly shouted, "Make sure Pras's hand disappeared from your hand!"

I turned around, looking at him. Putting his palm on the ground, exclaiming, "Every Boss!" 

He chuckled at my behavior, then gestured using his hand for me to leave immediately. There's just that guy, I think he's gonna be really angry. 

I breathed a sigh of relief, congratulations. The seventh world war did not take place. His attitude is hard to guess.

The discomfort that was possessed earlier, made me rush into the bathroom to clean up. 

Pras' attitude had made memories of a few years ago, open again. It was still the same as before, my heart felt a small tremor. 

I shake my head, I can't baper. There is Mr. Juna who has filled this heart niche. 

Just about to undress, there was the sound of Mr. Juna's voice shouting my name.

I ignored his call, I resumed bathing. At best he's just a prank. This body quail uses a shower, fresh through the skin layer. 

But again Mr. Juna shouted, and the call went on several times.

"Day!"

That person just left for a while already screaming. Missed you sir? But Dilan said, don't miss. Heavy!

"Nay open the door!" he said while banging on the door.

"What the hell Sir? Another person took a shower as well" I shouted from inside, while still continuing to bathe. It's not Mr. Juna's name if he just gives up, he calls me harder and harder.

I was furious instead of playing, directly opening the door rudely. "What the hell is it, sir? Same with Nay? Can you wait a moment, right? Nay take another shower," my cerocos.

My forehead frowned, astonished by Mr. Juna's facial expression. He gawked while gulping, then covered his face with his fifth finger. But not with his eyes, he did not blink to see me.

"Girlgigaaaaaaa!" I shouted as I realized that I was in a state without clothes. I went back into the bathroom, slammed the door and locked it. Wanna keep where my cute face is? 

"Nay did you forget to bring anything last night?" ask from outside.

"Eh, yes sir. Hang it on the door later I take it," I said while patting the jidat. Basic forgetful!

"OK," he said. Then there were the sounds of footsteps moving away. I slowly opened the door, afraid she was still at the door.

After I finished cleaning myself and wearing full clothes, I held the door knob ready to open it. I immediately paled, remembering the incident. I'm not ready to meet Mr. Juna, embarrassed. But if it keeps on here, it can freeze to death.

I kept fighting with the ego, and finally chose to go out. "Bismillah." I turned the door knob, sighing heavily. And ...

Mr. Juna was standing right in front of me. "What's this father doing here?" my many.

Instead of answering, Mr. Juna pulled me into a hug. My heart rippled, subtle vibrations permeating to the bottom of the soul. Comfortable, that's what I think.

'Being in your arms made me realize what comfort means, the perfection of love.' 

The song of one of the young singers, as if accompanying the atmosphere of this shahdu. Romantic!

He broke his arms, then held both of my shoulders. "Totally took a shower," his protest scowled in annoyance. 

I scratched the nape not itchy, grimace. Mr. Juna pulled my hand gently, taking me to a long chair that was on the balcony.

"Which hand was Pras holding?" tanyakanya. I slightly raised the right hand drawn by Pras earlier, showing it to Mr. Juna.

Mr. Juna held it, then kissed it. "I'll remove the touch of his hand in your hand. I'm the only one who can touch you" he said. This heart melts, Mr. Juna can always make me baper.

Our eyes were intertwined, staring deep. Her soft hair flew in the wind, making her good looks even more radiant. Moreover, his lips that were puffing a smile, making me drunk. Mr. Juna is the most beautiful gift of God.

He switched to rubbing my bruised temple into his punch, which accidentally drifted towards me. Then kiss it softly. I saw the look on his face showing regret. "It hurts?" tanyakanya.

I'm shaking. "Sorry, Nay. I should have controlled my emotions. Maybe I won't hurt you like this" he said.

"Nay it's okay, sir. Nay also apologized, should have refused when Pras pulled my hand. But.." My words were cut off when he suddenly kissed my lips at a glance. 

"Already Nay, no need to continue. I get it, you don't want any noise in front of Mama and Tisha, do you?" i'm nodding.

"I wanted to be angry at that moment, but I held back. So they don't know about the problems of the three of us" he continued.

Mr. Juna smiled, then left me who was silent stiff. Getting a sweet treatment from him, making me unable to say anything. 

A few seconds later, he knocked on the glass behind the chair I was sitting in. Makes me surprised. Juna sir laughed a little. "Why are you still sitting there?" tanyakanya. 

I turned to him, and he asked again, "You don't want to go for a walk?"

"Where's Sir?" my many. "My father is still sick."

He shook his head casually, "Come!" bring him. "I'm waiting downstairs," he said and walked away.

Excitedly I walked towards the dresser. Put a thin makeup on my face, then style my hair in such a way as to look dazzling. Even though I was beautiful from there.

Finish, I'm ready to go with my beloved husband. Lets go!