Waiting For Ring On Sweet Finger
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Dinner with the team arrived. Safia and the other employees sat together while discussing fun things. Especially to the women who certainly gossiped about Mr. Akhmar.

"You are often very close to Mr. Akhmar. Sure you're not in love with her, Fa?" ask Maria. All employees know that Safia is often called to Pak Akhmar's room. It may be about work, but sometimes with a long time.

Safia was turning the meat, glancing at Maria. "Astagfirullah, Mar. I have no intention of falling in love with my own boss. Anyway come to think of it, Mr. Akhmar is a bitch. This is my opinion, yes." Safia had never changed her opinion in the past.

Doni chokes. "If a man as handsome as Mr. Akhmar is called a bitch, how am I?" The man pointed to himself.

Lily who was sitting next to Doni laughed loudly. "The turn is also called a graver." Lily's laughter was so crisp and full of excitement.

Doni glanced at Lily's cynical. "You're a man-slut!' Slit behind Lily.

Maria is more focused on Safia. "Fia, I'm really, you know!" His voice was suddenly a little small. Safia looked at him. "Aren't you pounding at all if you're close to Mr Akhmar?"

Safia shook her head quickly. "No!" Both of his hands crossed as well.

Mary silence. Observe Safia, then take a glass of her sweet tea. Dinner with this team is enough to spend about an hour. Then, they disbanded one by one, and so did Safia. His four-wheeled vehicle also glided free from the parking lot of the outdoor themed tavern. There are many visitors who come with family or relatives, even couples. The price is relatively cheap with a variety of menu options. Sufficiently fit for employee pockets that are not too thick like a boss.

The night air was so felt in the car because Safia let the window down. Intentionally doing it to enjoy. Occasionally glancing sideways, watching around.

Just walking for about five minutes, suddenly the black car broke down on the side of the road. Safia goes down, checks what happened and finds one obstacle. "Astagfirullah, why now?" Safia's right eye tail traced around. It was crowded, but there was no one to ask for help. The woman glanced at the watch in hand, at nine.

Half an hour into concern, suddenly a familiar black car stopped right in front of Safia's car. Akhmar came down from there wearing ordinary clothes. Black training pants and short-sleeved plain blue t-shirt. From the appearance of it, Safia could guess if Akhmar had gone home.

"Assalamualaik." Akhmar approached and greeted Safia.

"Wa'alaikum salam" answered Safia.

"What's wrong with your car?" From a distance alone, anyone who saw would know if Safia was having trouble with the four-wheeled vehicle.

To be honest Safia was tired of meeting Akhmar. Bored, actually. However, he still explained the root of the problem.

Akhmar checked himself, right the problem there. "You might need a mechanic's help." The man put one hand in the pocket of his traning pants. "Is there anything you can contact?"

Safia shook her head quickly. "Hp I'm dead, sir."

Akhmar. Without being asked to take out a cell phone and contact someone. "There's a car breaking down on Kusuma Street. I'll send you the license plate and a photo of the car. Please fix it, I'll take myself there." Then Akhmar hung up. Staring Safia. "Come, comein!"

Automatic Safia back two steps. "Where are you going, sir?"

Akhmar's gaze was sharp. The man smiled a small smile. "As far as you're going, I'll follow."