(Not) Old Friday

Rujak Fruit

The designer continued to look at the slick face of Nayla who was sleeping on the sofa while covered in her coat. He smiled slightly considering the fun event just now. It feels so beautiful and of course so delicious to infinity.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

The sound of knocking on the door blew away the reka's daydream. He immediately buttoned his shirt and stood up and opened the door.

Just as the door was opened, Angga had already spoken in an annoyed tone. "Tumben you lock the door?"

"Ssttt, there is Nayla sleeping" said Reka while sticking her index finger in front of her lips so that Angga to slow down her voice.

Instantly Angga saw the appearance of the usual ungodly Design. The shirt is not put in the pants properly and the hair is disheveled. Make his brain travel everywhere.

"Don't tell me you're done..."

The designer cut off Angga's conversation and invited him into his room with a very slow step.

It seems true Angga's guess. He could only hold back his laughter. Turns out the boss had a wild side too, thinking about doing it in the office.

"Don't laugh. I just haven't finished sending you an e-mail. Soon you continue in your room." tell Reka.

"The first piece of play in the office is not finished yet." Angga actually teased his boss and could not hold back his laughter even though he closed his hands so as not to sound loud.

The designer just smiled while leaning on himself.

"The one in the room was blending love. Didn't know that Ms. Arin was berserk in front."

"I don't want to work with people who can't be professionals. Thought I was a sloppy guy teased like that." The designer again looked at the files that were still piled up on the table.

"Yes I know, I'm also worried about Ms. Arin. Prospective successor to the company but like that, can be destroyed his company."

The designer nodded his head. "He offered himself up because he thought it would all be easy for him to get with his body. But not all men want to be with such a cheap woman."

"That means Bu Arin's contract is off. Keep the contract with Nova?" ask Angga.

The design took a long breath. "It's if it wasn't for his good Father, I'd have thrown the contract. You're the one who's dealing with this. I don't want to make trouble anymore." Then Reka signed some of those documents. "You get out first, the door wants me to lock it again, later if anyone's looking for me, say I'm out."

Angga stood up while smiling small. Yeah, maybe the boss wants to go on to the second round.

After Angga came out of his room, Reka closed the door and locked it. He went back to Nayla. Seeing Nayla sleep that well, it felt like she also wanted to sleep with him. He climbed onto the sofa and hugged Nayla.

Instantly Nayla opened her eyes because the place felt narrow. "Narrow face."

"I'm sleepy to sleep with you too."

"Huh, narrow." Finally Nayla tilted her body and turned her back to Reka.

One hand now coiled in her stomach, and gently rubbed Nayla's stomach.

Nayla felt the comfort for a moment, but the hunger was even more pronounced.

"Mas, what time is it? I'm hungry."

"Hungry? What do you want to eat? I ordered it."

"Hmm," Nayla seemed to think because determining the food she was going to eat was quite difficult. "What do you want Design? I want the food that Mas Design wants."

"We ate at the restaurant in front of the yuk office? Keep going home and rest at home." The designer sat down and helped Nayla to wake up.

Nayla nodded her head. Actually he was still lazy to get out of his sleep because his sleep had just been disturbed by Reka.

The designer took a comb that was in Nayla's bag, then helped comb Nayla's long hair. "It's a mess of her hair." The design chuckled as several times the comb got stuck in Nayla's hair.

"This is Mas Reka, ruffled my hair earlier."

"Same. Look at my hair's a mess, too." The designer switched to combing her hair. "Where was my hair messed up in the office. Just this time." after her hair was tidy, Reka returned her comb to Nayla's bag. "It's often here huh" said Reka while wearing her suit.

"Yes," The designer tidied up his clothes first and then took him out of the room.

Some of the employees who passed by the two of them stared in admiration at Nayla who now looked more beautiful and very compatible with Reka.

The two of them now reached the ground floor but their steps came to a halt upon hearing the call from Echa.

"Naila!" call Echa. "Eh, sorry Miss Nayla I mean."

"But, Mom, I want to talk to Echa." Nayla takes off her handrails from Reka and approaches Echa. "Echa, why call mom, I'll still be your friend." Nayla hugs Echa for a moment. "Thank you, it's all thanks to you. Since you're the one who offered me a job here, I'm going to know Mas Reka."

The designer just smiled while waiting for them to meet the kangen.

"Yes, same Nay. I was also appointed head of cleaning service after Vita was sacked."

"Well, yummy dong. Who knows, we could move on again" joked Nayla.

"Ih, I graduated from High School with a random grade to be placed where. Hear you're pregnant, right? How many months?" ask Echa while rubbing Nayla's stomach for a moment.

"Three months' walk."

"It just so happens, I was the same friends for fruit salad."

Instantly Nayla was so enthusiastic with her sparkling eyes. "Fruit truck? Want."

"Come on. Bumils usually like acid."

But Nayla instead pulled her husband to follow her. "Come, Mas."

The plan finally complied with his wife's will. They both got into the pantry which made some cleaning service stand up.

"Don't go ahead" said Reka.

"Please sit down, sir, we'll get back to work first."

Echa feels bad. Because actually he only invited Nayla, but now his boss also sat in that place.

Nayla started eating the fruit. It felt fresh in his mouth. "Want to?"

Feeling increasingly uneasy, Echa decided to get out of the pantry and let the couple.

"You're the one who eats, I don't like acid." seeing Nayla eating young mangoes alone has made her saliva stifled and almost drips.

"Well, that's a bribe." Nayla gives a fork to Reka to get her a bribe.

Of course, Reka happily feeds his wife who is getting spoiled while pregnant. "Don't do much, he said he wanted to go to the restaurant."

"Ih, this fruit is just a snack."

"But acid is not good for your stomach."

"It's very protective. The doctor said no papa origin is still one tribe with fruit."

Reka smiled at Nayla's answer, who sometimes likes to ngeyel it.

"Mas, yuk."

That's how pregnant, eat like him. He suddenly did not want to eat anymore.

"Mas, we eat at home. I want to eat mom's cooking."

"OKAY. What do you say when it comes to eating, the important thing is to eat it greedily." The designer again took Nayla by the hand and walked out of the pantry.

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