
Camila Pov's
A month has passed and Om Dirga's condition has improved. His legs can be used to walk normally again without the help of crutches.
He was also active three days ago in the office. As long as he's sick Om Dirga works more from home. If there is anything important or there are documents that need to be signed by him, it must be Ferdy who will come home.
I also live in my mother's house more often. It's a little complicated if I have to stay at Mother's house. Must be pacing back and forth. During the illness Om Dirga very fussy. Wherever he wants it there must be me. Fortunately I love him, so I will gladly accompany him.
Speaking of love, I think Om Dirga is looking younger now. Because now he smiles more and his life is happier. Plus his effective attitude that sometimes makes me anxious myself.
As it is now, although his condition has recovered but still his effective habits do not want to be eliminated. I happen to have no class today. Because with all his deceit I was forced to come to his office. Just because of a trivial matter. The flash was left at home. He has a meeting later in the day.
I've offered him to send the data via email. But he didn't want to and still told me to come to his office just to deliver his flasdisk that was left behind. I like that he bothers me. I have an appointment with Nadia today. We've never been out both for a long time.
I was standing in front of an office building. For the second time I was here. I steadily got into the lobby and walked to the receptionist.
" Lunch mbak. I'm Camila. May I meet the Father of Aerospace."
" Is there an appointment before her." asked the receptionist.
" Eum, it's been Ma'am...."
" Wait a minute."
I'm waiting for a receptionist who seems to want to call someone . It's so hard to meet Om Dirga. Must make a promise of everything.
" Dear....!!! " snake someone behind me.
My reflexes are looking. There's Om Dirga and of course with Ferdy.
I smiled at them both. Om Dirga came up to me and grabbed my waist.
" Mala.." said Om Dirga to someone behind me. Who else if not a receptionist. I turned to look at the receptionist who was now standing from his seat.
" Yes, Mr. Dirga" he answered.
" Second, this is my wife. If he ever comes here, just ask him to go upstairs, to my room."
" Oh, fine sir."
Dirga pulled me to follow him. Approaching Ferdy who was still standing glued in his place. Watching us both.
" eum.. Om this is his flasdisk. "I grabbed the flasdisk from inside the bag and handed it to him.
" We go upstairs. " Om Dirga grabbed the flasdisk from my hand.
" To the top. Where's where?" ask me.
" My room is. Where else. It's not possible to go to Ferdy's room either. " Om Dirga said softly.
" Ahem... Bosses. Even if Mila's deck wants to go to my room, it doesn't matter. I'll welcome you with joy." Ferdy grin.
" Damn..... . " Om Dirga hit Ferdy's arm softly.
I'm watching the whole lobby of this office. Like dejavu. I came to this office once.
" dear..... What was? " ask Om Dirga who sees a strange gurgle from me.
" There's nothing. It's just... I remember the first time I came here." I said with a smile remembering the past incident.
" Loh dek Mila has been here? When's? Why can't I know." Ferdy kepo again.
" Oh that... I returned the wallet of someone left at the donut. "
" Wallet. Whose wallet? Don't tell me Dirga's boss's wallet.?"
I laugh. Ferdy is male but his curiosity rate is very high like that of a female.
" Let's go up." Om Dirga re-embraced my waist and took her away to the elevator. Followed Ferdy behind us.
I looked up at Om Dirga. Don't tell me I'm what he meant. Elevator door opens. The three of us went inside. Silence no more words came out of Om Dirga's mouth. Until the elevator door opened, Om Dirga grabbed me by my waist and took him out of the elevator.
" Boss, don't forget we're meeting in an hour." Ferdy and Om Dirga just nodded.
Took me into a room that I guessed must be his study.
" Sit down." pinta. But I didn't mind because now I'd rather stand walking down his study. Observing all corners of the room and finally I stopped in front of the large window in the corner of the room.
I stood up and opened the curtain. From here I can see the view of the city of Surabaya which is filled with many high-rise buildings.
I'm shocked by shock. Two heavy hands coiled around my stomach. Who else if not Om Dirga's hand. He was the one who was holding me from behind.
" It's pretty, right?" ask her.
" He uh. Beautiful." I say.
" But..more wait for you."
" Is.... Oh yes Om. How come I didn't see a pretty secretary in front of Om Dirga's room."
" Beautiful secretary?"
" Hey... Usually, if in the office it must be the boss has a beautiful and sexy secretary."
" What a beautiful and sexy secretary does. This is what I'm hugging more than pretty and sexy. Ferdy's enough for me anyway. I can help with anything I need. "
I just blushed to hear what Om Dirga said. Just pantes up to this old ga gawah lha wong where always both are the same Ferdy. Fortunately there is me, otherwise Om Dirga also does not practice.
I sniggered at my own thoughts. Dirga looked at me from the side.
" Why laugh,"
I stopped my laughter immediately. "No. Who's laughing."
" That was just now."
" Yes already. I'll go home first, Om."
" Why hurry. Here's my nemenin."
" It's not Om Dirga there's a meeting out of this. I have an appointment to see Nadia anyway."
I broke free from Om Dirga's embrace and turned my body to face him.
" Yes be careful. I still miss. Want to linger alone."
" Here Om... It's in the office still got his four perverts perverted. "
" Who's the pervert?" Om Dirga pulled me closer.
" Situ the pervert." I said softly.
" Cooking anyway."
I pushed his face that was approaching until his nose almost stuck to my cheek.
" Jni in the office. If anyone sees how."
" Let it be. Mostly Ferdy."
I again avoided her who was now beginning to sniff me and her lips were already on my cheeks. Kissed my cheek with anxiety. His occasional slow swiping of the fine hair that grew around his jaw made me amused. This is the new habit of Om Dirga. Likes Ndusel.
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Ndusel \= nempel spoiled nempel