Trapped With The Jelita
It's Been One Month

Pulus slowly crouched down to peek out from the gap between the table and the floor, then spread a smile to find someone hiding.

His actions did not escape the attention of the assistant who may in his mind at this time continue to wonder why the child of his boss was even busy playing around when there was a lot of work to be learned.

Damar shook his head while sighing faintly at the behavior of the man who is now back on his feet while patting his palms to clean the dust because it had touched the floor when he was about to peek.

Silence made Ralen who was hiding behind the table began to calm down, reassuring that there was no one in the place.

Really, he feels very silly at this time because playing cat-kicking with the subsidiary owner of the company in order to avoid new problems that might further make him insane, the debt is not finished yet do not add any more with new problems due to the carelessness he made, so Ralen thought when deciding to hide under the table.

The woman was just about to come out and..

Brak!

Dugm!

The sound of a buzz on the table where he was hiding made his head stumbled on the table made of wood, he grimaced as he stroked his head behind him.

After pounding the table without guilt Ipul even stood with both hands on the table to support his body, his ears even heard the sound of impact from behind the table but acted as if there was nothing.

"The view here is quite beautiful" he said staring at the large window next to the table.

"What beautiful views did he see?" inner Damar when his eyes only see a row of windows belonging to a tall building opposite the building where he is.

Down there Ralen is still grimacing increased dizziness not only because of the man he avoids but also due to the table that was deliberately kicked by the song man who now even looks happy with his actions.

"Ah, looks like we should go back to the room!" yelling hard as if deliberately wanted to be heard by the woman who hid under the table where she stood.

"Of course, sir, you really have to start doing your job," said Damar was relieved that his young master finally remembered what his duty in the office was.

Footsteps began to sound creaking increasingly smaller indicating the owner of the step was away.

Huuuufftt

Ralen breathed a heavy sigh but felt very relieved to feel that he was safe.

His small body slowly his head peered over the table watching whether the two men were truly gone.

"Congratulations" said Ralen, then moved his whole body out from under the table.

The woman immediately picked up the equipment she had just left near the toilet door and took it and left the place she had been hiding.

Stretching lightly but once he arrived at the turn even his heart was made to pound when he saw the look of the face that he had been avoiding.

Ekhem!

Deheman's voice shook Ralen's shoulders with a face that turned very pale like meeting a wild animal that endangered his life.

Ah, Ralen had to save himself from the man who was still acting songong even seemed to even more songong many times from last night.

Ralen was about to pass by assuming there was no one but it did not seem like it would happen because the Ipul that nimbly crossed his hands made the body jerk stifled.

"I have to work sir" said Ralen, finally trying to be polite.

Surely he had to do that after he found out who that song guy really was.

The son of the owner of the company who is not sure what kind of destiny God is preparing for him to have affairs with men who are now staring at him intensely.

"Ohoo is usually me, why am I now?" teasing Ipul heard my words from the mouth of the lady in front of him who even last night was still so brave to rule him, but this morning it was like a cracker splashed with water, smashing!

Ralen did not answer, for him from today it is better to find safety than to lose his job because of problems with the boss' descendants.

"Gue must also work, indeed elo who has a job," said the man who is now alone after asking Damar to return first to the room.

"Well, if I work, you also work."

"Gue is not Mr Lo!" fierce Ipul itch with the call of the father who has been thrown twice by Ralen.

Ralen turned his head back as Ipul's face became so close.

Ralen's facial features look increasingly agitated even now he often looks at the hand of the man who is still not separated from his wrist, either intentionally or the man is not aware.

The pulse that knew where Ralen's eyes were rushing released his hand from the woman.

"It's been a month" he said later, confirming the suit had been lining the dark shirt inside.

Ralen really does not understand it turns out that even rich people need money whose value can also be said to be very small for people like them, even to collect, even to collect, ah it seems Ralen really wants to hit the head of the man in front of him to remind that your money is still very much even though the money Ralen uses is not changed.

Does this man in front of him include a stingy and calculating rich man golong? I don't know what Ralen obviously got into hearing it.

Well even though he had previously promised to replace within a month, but at least it is not necessary to charge like this even when they are in the same office, didn't that man have his number? is still afraid he will run away, escape from the debt he has to pay.

Oh come on Ralen can't be that crazy, his promise will he keep but can't now because he's not paid yet.

Ralen scratching his head made his hair a little messy.

"I have not paid sir, give me time again I promise I will pay will not run away really," said Ralen melas asked for leniency.

Ipul frowned, "not run away? what was that from earlier?" tanya Ipul thought Ralen's words a little silly.

"So what sir, what am I doing?" asking questions like showing a plain face seems to never do anything.

"From time to see me, and then crouch under the table, isn't that a blur of his name?" cerocos Ipul made Ralen's face turn very red.

In Ralen's heart grumbling vented the shame that in an instant surrounded his limbs.

"That's a reflex sir." answered the origin of not knowing what to answer because dodging was impossible.

"Reflex Lo kayak in debt collector know not!"

"Well, what's the difference between a debt collector? both collect the debt, just the difference you wear a suit.."

Ipul's eyes sniffed to warn Ralen not to continue his speech and that too Ralen did, rather than the problem even more spread everywhere later.

"Basir brazen mouth, if you have not stopped talking." nagging his own mouth makes the ears of Ipul twitch to hear it.

"I don't want to know, pay Lo's debt now!" exclaiming Ipul.

It seems like he is very happy to play around with the janitor who was always brave to him from the beginning, with a mouth and did not want to lose.

Just for a moment the woman acted a little afraid of him, maybe still too shocked to know he was the son of the owner of the company.

But look now, his behavior is slowly returning as when they first met due to the motorbike and car that collided with each other, ah no, more precisely the car that nudged the woman's motorbike.

"You have time Sir, I pay two weeks later I will change the money, Father," made an offer.

Ipul rolled his eyeballs and then looked at the watch on his wrist which had already shown how long he wasted just to prank girls.

"Hour 5 to my room," said Ipul, then without the need for answers or the availability of Ralen, Ipul immediately went away.

"Well?"

Ralen bit the handle of his own squash broom.

"Issshhhh basic son-in-law!" it means when the body of the man he maki has disappeared unseen.

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