Trapped in Love Cute Boss
Part 2

Lusi chased after me, then aligned his steps. He asked, "What the hell is Nay?"

"That's so weird, boss. The time I was called just to be asked the same name just incompetent," I grumbled.

Lusi laughed out loud, hearing my words. "Let's be single" he said.

"It's not belain your own best friend, even more softened," I pursed these sexy lips. You know, Luci, he's so happy to melt my match.

"Eat him marry Nay, find a mate" he said, nudging my arm.

"Gue work first, Bye!" I left Susi who was endlessly laughing at me.

All day long, I worked with a cocky feeling. "Not the boss, not Susi. Bummer them," my nag. When the working hours were over, I immediately gasped. Go home, without seeing Lusi.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" I said when I got in front of the house. But no one said.

I turned the door knob, but it didn't open. Door's locked. I sighed heavily, tired of body and heart. Then sit on the bench, waiting for Romeo and Juliet to come.

While waiting for their arrival, I surfed in cyberspace. But this heart is getting more and more upset. Many people post weddings. Make a big heart!

I closed the blue logo app again, then put the phone back in the bag. I hum, remove the saturation.

A few hours later, the expected one came. The two lovebirds said their greetings and were answered by me while greeting them.

I asked them the question, "Where are you going? How did you get home almost maghrib gini?"

"There's Nay's business" replied Mom. Then he took the key in his bag. We entered, after the door was opened.

"Nay take a shower, yeah, it smells sour!" I melengos went to the room, after Mom and Abah nodded allowing. I fell asleep immediately after finishing the bath and performing prayers, practice waking up in the morning.

Abah called me, started the conversation at the dinner table. I, who was focused on eating food, turned to Abah.

"Yes, Bah. What's up?" my many. Then continue the breakfast.

"You want tea when to be a weathered virgin? Don't want to get married? Do you know the Adam who made you? Don't you see your friends everywhere bring their halal partners?" Abah asked him a few questions. More precisely a mockery.

I spouted my whole mouth, coughing. My mother swiftly hit my nape, then gave me some water.

"Slow down Nay," said Mother.

"The question of Abah. Yes Nay wants to marry, but there is no mate yet. Finding a soul mate isn't easy, Bah. It should be the same Nay, well, dear Nay's parents, and importantly faithful. Nay does not want, the fate of Nay like a woman in a flying fish soap opera. I cry imagining

...," I explained that ended with a song.

"Lagian the Adam is just a installment with a girl. I can't wait for her beautiful sister to marry me first" I said.

"Where there are beautiful people do not sell," a voice from the front interrupted my babbling.

"Eh a tangled flea, play nimbrung aja lo," I burst upon seeing Adam - my brother-appearing, followed by his wife and son.

"What lo? Singles ngenes," he sneered. Seeing my plot, Adam even more mocked me. "Partially, the age of almost three heads is not married. What's that name?"

"Assalamu'alaikum Emak, Abah, Nay Tea," Nita said a greeting, then kissed the back of our hands in turn. Followed by Adam and their 3-year-old daughter - Sheila. Adam married at the age of 22, a year later Sheila was born. It is not far from where we live, only 25 minutes away.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," we reply in unison.

"Eh beautiful, here's the same Uwak. Yuk!" I carried Sheila, then took her chattering with anxiety. Adam and Nita sat down and ate breakfast together.

"Woy! It's 7:30. What do you not work for?" Adam patted my shoulder jokingly with Sheila.

I spontaneously saw the clock curled in my hand. "Yes Amsyong, I'm late. It's because of lo Dams," I screamed. Then ran out of the house.

"Kok, so I'm Nay anyway?" adam's Protest

"Nay left first, everybody," I shouted from outside, passing my motorcycle.

I run the motor at high speed. Suddenly, the motor suddenly stopped. "Loh, yesterday I filled it full. No, it's over again. Where the gas station is still far away, it's too late, '" I grumbled.

I felt something strange, then went down to check the bike. Then he gaped when he saw my bike turn blue, "Damn! I was wrong to bring. This is the motor of the tangled flea. Therewash!"

In a hurry, I didn't realize I was carrying Adam's bike. Because the key still hangs on the neck of the motor. I also want to not push the motor, to get to the gas station.

At 08:45 I arrived at the hotel, breathing hard. "Nearly 2 hours, get ready to cut your salary," Racauku. Then rush in, and do the job as usual.

"Nay, yes first. My husband has already picked me up," said Lusi when the clock came home.

"Yes, titi dj." I was mopping, unceasingly grumbling. Normally, I'm just being paid a pay cut for my delay by Mr. Jordan.

But now that the leadership was taken over by the owner directly, he gave me the punishment of mopping the entire floor. For 2 hours, according to my late time.

"Basic killer boss! It could be that all the employees here call it 'cute boss'. Cute next to where try, cruel gini," I grumbled. Suddenly someone hit me, making my body spin. Then.. Bruk!

I fell, my body fell on someone's body. 'Juna, General Manager' I read the text on the name tag, which was on top of the shirt pocket of the person I overcame. My face looked up, "B. boss," I muttered as I saw the beauty before my eyes.

The moment our views met, my first sight was with the boss. 'It turns out, it's really cute, the boss, ' my mind.

"Ekhem! Did you eat it?" the boss I just found out his name was Juna, who cleared his throat, asking me.

"Eh, yes sir. Sorry," I replied. Then stand tidying up my clothes that are tangled in a mess.

Mr. Juna stood up, then immediately passed from before me without saying a word. So arrogant, handsome-looking.

After a few steps, Mr. Juna turned to look at me sharply. "Anayla Tansha, our business is not done yet" he said. Then stepped leaving me who stood pecking. I can feel the aura gripping from his gaze.

"Dead me!" my sigh. Time has shown at 17:00, the punishment hour is over. I rushed home, still riding Adam's switched motorbike.

I parked the motorbike in the yard after arriving, then entered the house with shunt steps. Tired up? Don't ask!

Not forgetting to say hello, which was answered by Mother, Abah, Adam, Nita and Sheila who had not returned home. They were gathered in the front room. I greet them one by one.

Seeing Sheila, I who felt tired was not excited immediately sumringah. Unlike when my eyes saw Adam, only the sharpest shot I offered for him.