Trapped With The Jelita
You Block My Number!

Haaaa..

Ipul's mouth was gaping wide hearing Ralen's mouth very smoothly said.

Didn't hear him wrong? the woman said she was the new OB? really so?

Ipul was made to see his own condition, looking at his body from top to toe as if seeing his appearance was something wrong at this time.

"OB?" Ipul repeated what Ralen said.

Ralen nodded quickly with a pursed eyelid, "yes Lo OB is new right? OB's gonna be working with me here, haha." Ralen laughed disdainfully.

"Oh yes I'm OB, hahaha." and with ridiculous Ipul even chimed in the madness of the woman in front of him this.

Hearing the sound of laughter that was so suspicious made Ralen speechless, his eyes then looked at the appearance of the man he considered to be the new OB.

"Lo really OB?" suddenly even became hesitant after realizing that the look of the man in front of him is too cool to just be an OB.

Moreover, some time ago he had found there were many foreign currency in the man's wallet.

"Well, you said I was OB, but now I'm asking" said Ipul dramatically.

"Look at Lo's appearance so doubtful, and again.."

Ralen approached sniffing the body of the man in front of him like he was recognizing the smell that had been running down his nose since, clearly this was not the smell of cheap perfume.

"What the hell is Lo!" the jolt of Ipul pushed Ralen's head away from him, "like a sniffer dog knows Lo!" his tirade found the silly behavior of women who he finally knew his name through a proposal file sent by a young HRD married a week ago.

"Lo's perfume is expensive!" Ralen moved back and then like being on standby in case the man in front of him was acting out of reason.

"Yes obviously expensive perfume, I was the owner of this company, of course my perfume also imported souvenirs from my Boss," said Ipul showed an expressionless face.

Calm, relaxed and peaceful as if what he said was the truth.

"Sopir? I'm a chauffeur, do you want to be an OB too?" ralen asked, frowning, "like the salary of the driver is also greater and the work is also more relaxed not tired because it has to go back and forth to ride the elevator."

Ipul hid his smile when he found the woman in front of him was very easy to believe what he said.

"I like dong, want to be a cake driver, want to be an OB cake or be a gecokin elo also no problem, I can adjust where I am and I want," said Ipul.

"Gapain my gerecokin?!" sumpul Ralen does not like why he even had to be carried around.

"Because you blocked my number!"

The deg!

Holy hooch!

Ralen seemed to have forgotten that Antika blocked the number of this man in front of her, the man who was now looking at her with a squeaking and intimidating look.

"Clearly try, why did you block my number? do not use slacking for any reason because I will not believe," said Ipul while moving his eyebrows up and down.

"Gue didn't block Lo's number!"

"Don't believe me, keep your phone has its own thumb so to block me?! ha ha, funny!" said Ipul laughing nyinyir laden will be spoiled for Ralen's confession.

"It's up to you to believe it or not, which obviously I don't block the number Lo," I'm Ralen.

"If you run away means you're actually blocking me!" the word Ipul intercepted the steps of Ralen who was about to run away.

"Ish, what the hell, I have to finish my job, Lo nih ya rather than disturbing me mending help me finish the pantry because tomorrow this floor will be occupied by the boss's son!"

Ipul took a step back, look at this woman named Ralen now more and more daring to ask her to help the task that woman must complete.

Jeez it seems that Ipul forgot that this woman he was dealing with was not only fierce but also a little innocent, or perhaps more precisely stupid.

"Gue help but there's a condition." Ipul even made an offer that made Ralen blink to show a gawking face.

"This will also be tomorrow Lo will occupy, Lo's work here is also the same me! what a hard thing Lo help me use the terms of everything, I will aduin Lo to the boss tomorrow! look at it," Ralen did not just agree, he even bravely threatened that made Ipul throw his face while holding a laugh.

"Nih girl really-real dah," the inner Ipul even so amused himself.

"Well, is it even smiling?" ralen's mouthpiece had a very faint smile on the face of a tall man with skin color not white but also not black, clean and make it look very macho.

Ralen shook his head, just so he could praise the man who repeatedly made trouble with him, saying, starting from the motorbike that was in a drag and then without permission has been scuttle the motorbike and money affairs in the wallet that is still not finished.

"Smiling should be a report first? crazy lo!" chirping Ipul did not hesitate to call the woman who now acts like a senior without knowing who is now considered as the new OB.

"Petatan helpin ah, is it because elo also my work that should have been finished so not yet," forced the woman who wears a dark blue uniform.

"Then I did not meet the conditions but Lo instead ngomel, I was up to elo if I agree yes I help but if I do not agree yes I better go home, I'm better, why am I here anyway only tomorrow I start work," said Ipul calm also flat but his facial expression shows how satisfied he was with his words just now.

Ck

Ralen clucked then snorted out a breath that felt hot.

"When fellow workers and tomorrow will also work what's wrong with helping each other, now the same tomorrow will be the same," grumpy woman with her hair ties that will often sway when she moves her head or other body parts.

"Gue hear you," said Ipul as he walked toward the sink and checked the tap whether the water had flowed or not.

Water flowed down his palm draining the cold taste to make him slightly shudder to feel it.

"Well, what are the conditions?"

Finally inevitably he agreed, this was almost 8 pm and the work was not finished, want to finish what time if he worked alone.

Well, even though the actual cause of his work is not finished is this guy who suddenly came and made him no longer focus on working because of all his messy talk, which is very difficult, so there's no harm if he asks for help from the new OB, so the mind is in Ralen's head.

"Open my number block."

"Huh, is that all? jeez it can be when anyway tomorrow we will meet again," protested Ralen felt the conditions requested too annoying.

Just to unblock numbers? yeah, that's right.

Ipul bent his body a little and then brought his mouth closer to Ralen's ear, "gue is not sure tomorrow Lo will not blur when we meet again," he whispered a frown on the woman's forehead, "quickly unblock!" he said again as he straightened his body.

Inevitably Ralen also reached into the pocket of his work pants to get the object that had been a problem since, in his heart he continued to blame Antika as a suspect.

"That's it," said Ralen while showing the phone screen.

The throbbing impulse read the two lines of words addressed to him 'cowock song'

"That's a lot of dust!" ralen exclaimed at the man who was wiping the storage cabinet.

"God! I can clean my own room," inward Ipul when since then he continues to be given orders by Ralen to wipe the dust that is still attached to every corner of the room that he will occupy tomorrow.

Tired pulses also choose to lean on the edge of the workbench and pay attention to women who are very focused on the glass table between the sofa.

The woman was so focused that she did not realize that there was a pair of eyes that were watching her with a view that the man did not know what it meant.

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