A Waiting (Letting Off Single)

Sympathetic Syndrome?

"Sir Rasya, this is the requested file."

Rasya smiled at Dira the secretary and his wife. He took the file from Dira's hand. "Here first." Tell Rasya when Dira will turn her steps.

Rasya stood up and locked the door. After that he walked up to Dira and pulled her sitting on his lap.

"Ih, naughty now." Dira put his hand on Rasya's neck.

"No papa, it's been almost two months." They looked at each other with smiles. Time as quickly as it passed.

"Hmm, what if I just quit? You're not happy with the views of other employees working with gini,"

"Emang why?"

"Yes, they're talking to me. I'm not good."

Rasya briefly kissed the complaining lips. "Well, wait for me to change first."

"Ready Mr. boss."

Rasya brought himself closer, kissing the red lips gently. His hands had already dared to infiltrate into the blouse in search of warmth. Such is the beauty of halal relations, without fear of the khilaf that causes sin.

"Let's go home." Dira withdraws as Rasya demands more.

"Okay, tonnage."

Dira pinched the small arm of Rasya. "Every night too."

"I'm addicted to it." Rasya kissed the lips back.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

The sound of knocking on the door made Dira break away from Rasya and descend from his lap. He tidied himself up, while Rasya walked straight towards the door.

"Sir..." Too late, Rasya has already opened the door. "That's no lipstick in..."

Doni held back a laugh looking at his boss's face. There was a red lipstick that stuck near her lips.

"What's wrong?"

"Sorry, I'm interrupting."

Rush Dira took a tissue and pulled Rasya's hand. "Here is the lipstick." Dira rubbed the lipstick that was near Rasya's lips.

"I don't say." Rasya pinched the small waist of Dira.

"This I said." Dira's still cleaning her lipstick. "My lipstick's new, I don't know it's this faded."

Doni's brain immediately wandered everywhere. Maybe his boss is fighting love in the office.

That cold boss had completely melted away until the floods. They are so bucin. Make the envy of the amorous.

"Udah," after that Dira came out of Rasya's room.

"What's the matter Don?" rasya asks who made Doni come back from his traveling brain.

"Sir Romi wants to change his budget sir."

Instantly Rasya's face turned serious because the project owned by Mr. Romi must be realized tomorrow. "Why did you just say!" Rasya walked quickly out of his room.

"Yes, Mr. Romi just sent an e-mail."

"Pak Romi's project must be real tomorrow." Rasya went into Nana's room. "Na, you're re-printing the budget from Mr. Romi."

"I-yes sir." Nana was quite surprised to find an order from Rasya. Rasya's aura was completely different today.

"You're a prickly habit in the office. Your hands are cleaned first hold the paper."

Nana who was already holding a tissue was confused by Rasya. Though since he worked in the company Rasya he always brought snacks and all this time Rasya fine-fine only.

"Yes Sir. I cleaned it up."

Rasya snorted in annoyance. "After completion, bring the report to my room. We're changing all budgets to what Mr. Romi wants." After that Rasya walked quickly to his room.

"That's why Mr Rasya? Tumben really uses muscle. It is common to revise the budget plan. And about snacks as well, the feeling from the past I also gini. Polar ice is starting to get global warming."

"Bother what?" Nana looks at Doni.

"That's again..." Doni hinted at the kiss scene through his hand.

"O my god, pantesan. Nih, only halfway you disturb it will be dizzy."

Doni even pinned Nana's head. "This part is the office. Still less at home. Make envy."

Nana laughed quite loudly. "The outbreak of the irritated virus is contagious quickly huh."

"But really. Mr. Rasya used to be very cold and calm that is not much to say. Lately it's been really chatty. Sometimes I get dizzy not knowing his will. In the past if I didn't understand Mr. Rasya always working on his own, now use his extra muscle clarity."

"Well, it's really global warming."

These two employees were busy talking about their boss. Do not know if the boss in his room is impatient waiting for the results of the print out of his special staff.

"Totally for them!" Rasya would stand up and call them again but they had now entered the room with a stack of papers in Nana's hands.

"You guys are so long! This deadline is."

Nana interlocking lyrics for a moment to Doni. And furthermore, it is true what Doni said, Rasya is not at peace just yet. More like a woman who has PMS.

Uh, cook yes Mr. Rasya PMS. What because I can not get rations from Dira so gini. Ah, there is no way said Doni again anu-anu in the office. Then why Mr Rasya can change 180° gini? Haduh, if from the beginning Mr. Rasya chatty and angry is not clear gini I have resigned from the first. But it's only recently. I need to find out the cause.

Rasya's explanation as if there is no point and the coma is increasingly unable to be captured by Nana's brain.

"understand?"

Nana meloading for a moment then she glanced at Doni. Who knows if Doni understands.

"Yes, understand" replied Doni who followed Nana's nod.

"Yes, get it done quickly. Don't let it be overtime."

They both came out of Rasya's room.

"Kak Doni knows?" asked Nana whose brain was not yet connected to Rasya's will.

"But I read Mr. Romi's e-mail. Quickly do me a favor."

"But I'm curious why Mr. Rasya is like a girl with PMS like that."

"It's what I said."

"There's probably more hormones." Suddenly Nana stopped her footsteps. He was reminded of a series of Korean drama films that he watched. "Don't have sympathetic syndrome."

Doni furrowed his brows not understanding. "What?"

Instead of answering but Nana actually handed the files into the hands of Doni and he immediately covered to Dira's room.

"Na? Where is your deadline going?"

"Help work first, brother. There are important things to be done first."

"Jeez, Nana." Doni shook his head and went into Nana's room.

"Ra," Nana's call made Dira a little surprised.

"What's Na?" asked Dira while slightly turning her body.

Nana pulled Dira's body to stand up and twisted it slowly while observing it.

"Are you not PMS?"

Dira shook his head. He is also quite confused by Nana's behavior.

"You've been married for two months, haven't you?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Aaaa, I think Mr. Rasya's tadpole has grown in your stomach."

"Huh???"